A photo essay, the perils of Vegas, and some big news (to those who have no idea)

First, we'll begin

with a photo essay of Miles making a sweet little birthday card for my mom. We were having a lot of fun coloring and scribbling with markers until Miles kept trying to suck all of the ink out of the markers. Here you can see what happened from there....

1. Here is Miles thinking about eating the marker

2. Miles actually shocks his mother by eating the marker.

3. I take the marker away and tears ensue.

4. Miles, having had enough crumples the paper out of the injustice.

5. Next we t

hrow the paper on the floor because that seems like the right thing to do during a fit.

6. Suddenly we've realized that we've just lost the fun that we've been having because we've thrown it on the floor.

7. Miles thinks "Maybe if I ask for 'more' mommy will just forget the whole thing."

Well, many of you are probably thinking that I have dropped off the face of the earth since It's been over a month since I've written.....You are close - I went to Las Vegas. We h

ad a really busy month of July, traveling all over Michigan and then Indiana for vacation and then the unexpected death of my aun

t Marsha. In these travels I was able to experience my first night without Miles or Dustin since he's been home. Those that know me know that I am pretty independent and have never had a problem leaving my husband

for an exciting weekend with the girls. Well, all it took was the inclusion of one little Korean boy in super cute pajamas to change all of that. After I said goodbye to them

to spend

the weekend with my friends in Michigan I did something I never thought I would do...I sat on the couch and cried for half an hour. It may have been because I was emotionally drained from the sad week we had just had, or it may have been because I knew I was leaving again the next week for Las Vegas and then going back to school after that....whatever it was, it was pathetic.

Here I could include and handful of pictures of our vacations, including Miles eating HANDFULS of white Michigan beach sand, going on bikerides with his grandpa, or golfing with his cousins, but the truth is that it feels so long ago - and I am ashamed to say that I didn't take as many pictures as I should have.

Now, I know that according to the title next I should talk about Las Vegas, but in order for you to get the full extent of the "perils of vegas" you must know about the big news. Anyone who has seen me in the last month or two will already know this, and it would come as no surprise. Heck, most of you already know it, so it isn't really big news, but for those of you who don't - I thought it was about time to post it.

The Wyse-Fisher's will grow from 3 to 4 in November. Dustin and I were surprised, and ultimately excited to find out that Miles is going to have a little brother or sister very soon.

I am officially 25 weeks, so you can all do the math. We are very excited about our growing family and about having two little ones close in age.

So on to Las Vegas. You can understand now why it would have been a fun, yet perilous trip for someone six months pregnant. It was hot - obviously, and everytime I asked for a Virgin drink they would act REALLY confused and bring me back a Sprite. I bought many $7 waters (they don't just hand out tap water there), but in the end had a fantastic time with my four friends. The reason we went was to celebrate our decade birthdays. Two people were turning 40, and I, along with my other friend will be turning 30 this year. My favorite part of Las Vegas was the Fremont Street Experience, which is the old Las Vegas. It's quite a taxi ride, but I would HIGHLY recommend it to anyone who goes for a couple of days.

Needless to say, I was excited to come home and see Miles (and of course Dustin). I thought I would get home at 3:00 and be able to eat dinner with him and then tuck him in. This was important to me because I have so few days left with him before school starts. Unfortunately I was in airports from 5 am until 9:30 pm becuse of delayed flights. At one point in Chicago I finally had a breakdown in front of this well-meaning pilot who was trying to joke around with me. I have probably cured him of talking to pregnant emotional women for the rest of his life.

Well, on Monday I am officially back to school after being home with Miles for 20 weeks now. The only thing that is making this easier is know ing that I will be home again in November for my maternity leave. I've loved our time together and am incredibly sad to see it come to an end. However, this just may mean that we will have even more fun now when we're together in the evenings and weekends. And really, I can't complain. Being a teacher really is the perfect profession for a mom who wants to work.