We went to Las Vegas to celebrate my cousin Sarah's wedding to Evan. It was my first wedding to attend and what an event it was, complete with a little white chapel and lots of people doting on me.
The other really fun thing that we got to do in Vegas was a trip to Circus Circus where I ate ice cream WHILE on a merry-go-round, saw a woman flying through the air with the greatest of ease and road the rails!
I also got to see the strip but my big event for the weekend was a visit to the EMT at the hotel and then another visit to a medical clinic, specially guest starring the Nevada Police who came to interview my Mommy and Bada to see if I had been abused. The story is all a bit fuzzy. I just am not totally sure how I did it (or I'm not talking), but on Sunday morning, after everyone got ready at the hotel and after a quick Starbucks stop for some yummy sustenance, we were getting into our stroller at the Venetian Hotel and Casino when I told Mommy, "What is this on my arm Mommy?" Mommy looked and in a VERY alarmed voice said, "Mom....come here quick, Aki's hurt". Hmmm....I didn't get why she seemed so concerned, but sure enough, there was a big bubble forming right on my arm. Mommy and Bada are deducing that I may have burned my arm on the curling iron in the bathroom, though it is not clear, but it looks likely that I put my arm down on something VERY hot. The thing is, I REALLY burned it. It's not a quick touch of a hot pan which burns your finger a bit....it's a SERIOUS burn. Mommy and Bada rushed me to get a cold water compress and then to find hotel security who called the EMT ASAP. He was such a nice man and treated my burn and bandaged it but referred us directly to a clinic. We went, and they confirmed that it was a VERY bad burn. As we were there, the Vegas Police showed up to find us as the EMT is required to report and they are required to follow up. The nice police man kept asking me what happened, but I just wasn't sure. When Mommy asked me what hapened and why I hdn't told her right after I burned my arm, I told her that I was a big boy. She explained that big boys tell their Mommies immediately if they are hurt and they should never worry about getting into trouble because it is VERY important to tell someone that you are hurt and get help. Bada told Mommy that with my squirrly nature she could expect many broken bones and emergency visits in our future and we should hope that we don't do it in Nevada again as no one wants to get arrested.
Mommy sure hopes what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas and that there are no major medical disasters in my future....but I brought a nice big wound home with me, and I expect I will have a lasting scar to boot.