I’m off to Vegas tomorrow to go to the ABC Baby Expo.
That means I’m walking around the house holding my passport because I’m scared I’m going to forget it, and taking the moist towelettes that I got from Montana’s out of my purse in case they are deemed dangerous on a plane. I should mention that I’m not a great flyer.
No matter! I have baby stuff to check out for you guys!
When you sign up for an event like this I guess they release your name to the vendors and the floodgates open. I’ve received about a billion “can we schedule a time for you to come by the booth?” emails and I’m starting to worry that two full days isn’t enough.
At first I was going to stay longer but I’ve never left my kids longer than a weekend and I’m worried that they are going to need a kidney or a bone marrow transplant while I’m out of the country. I imagine this fear with be remedied by Diet Snapple, alcohol and peeing all by myself.
There is some damn cool stuff that they are debuting at the show and I can’t wait to show you all. I’ll have my phone so I’ll take lots of picture and I’ll try to post as many as possible.
I’m also so stoked to see Natalie from Baby List again, and meet Meg from Lucie’s List in real life. Meg and I are planning a sippy cup showdown where we decided which sippy cups are the best by drinking booze out of them. Natalie probably won’t partake because she’s a respectable business woman that has a company’s reputation to protect, whereas, Meg and I are idiots on shore leave in Vegas and some shit needs to happen.
So wish me luck and let me know if there’s anything in particular that you’d like me to keep an eye out for.
Also, thank you to those of you that live in Vegas and offered to show me the ropes. I really wish I was visiting longer because I’d make you guys take me to In & Out Burger and the Olive Garden everyday along with Trader Joe’s because it’s my dream to see what all the fuss is about. Don’t be alarmed if I show up on your doorstep with confused from jet lag and a sippy cup showdown hangover though. Just make sure I’m still clutching my passport in my hand so I can eventually get home and ignore the tiger in the cop car.
Viva Las Vegas!