Just a quick post, since we're leaving soon, and I still have to pack a few things.
We're flying out to Vegas tonight! This is it! We'll finally see if PrettyGirl is as good a girl as we thing she is! Not that I would blame her if she yelled a lot. That's what babies do on planes, after all!
The other night, after having just gotten PG to bed and asleep, the local volunteer fire department came through the neighborhood with Santa Claus atop an engine. Blaring its siren and honking its horn. At 8:30 PM. PG was livid at being woken up.
So we got PG to settle down and go back to sleep. And the the fire engine came down the other side of the block and started the whole thing over again. It took even longer to get PG back to sleep that time, but it was the last we heard from Santa that night.
M sent out an angry e-mail to the President of our neighborhood association, since we thought it was the neighborhood Santa visit. The next day, she got a reply profusely apologizing for our daughter's inconvenience, but also letting us know that they had the neighborhood Santa last weekend in the afternoon on a pickup truck. That's how we found out that it was the fire department, over whom the neighborhood has no control, Santa-wise.
That's about it for now! Hopefully I'll be able to post from Vegas!
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