Oooh, oooh oooh. Guilt works sometimes. A couple of weeks ago I was talking with my grandson and telling them to ask mom and dad for a visit. Dad was listening and before the conversation ended, I left a not too subtle hint with him too. Don't he and Bekah need a Las Vegas weekend? Wouldn't that break up the winter for them? That's it. Enough said.

Two days later, Matt calls and says when I can take the kids? I tell him that I get back from Amanda's on the 26th, flying into DFW. We work it out so that they fly in that same evening so that I can get the kids and the two of them will continue onto Vegas for a couple of days before joining us. Happy Dance!!!! Now, today is the day. I have said my good-byes in Telluride and am on my way to DFW. I only have about an hour to wait before four smiling faces arrive and I give two hugs and send them on their way while scooping up the other two and heading for a waiting Grandpa. First up is dinner as we are all starved and these two want cheeseburgers. Hello In N Out. He doesn't look like it, but Grandpa is happy to see them too. Really? How about a smile?