We arrived back from a fun-filled family trip to Las Vegas to a cold and snowy midwest. It was a shock that left us wishing we had been able to stay at least another day or two. Another day to lounge by the pool or check out the things we didn't get to (a 117,000 gallon saltwater fish tank or the masquerade parade at the nearby casinos) would have been perfect. Even with the missed sights and the Excalibur hotel/casino power going out (funny how it was back up in no time in the casino section of the establishment, but it took two hours to come back up everywhere else), the trip was well worth it. I was a little concerned at the beginning of the trip because the first night Lauren said she didn't like it. It was too big, too noisy, and there were too many people at the casino (you have to walk through the whole casino to get to the hotel), but by the third day she said it was fun, and by the last day she said she wished we could stay longer.
Perhaps you're wondering "Why in the world would they take their child to Las Vegas?" and I wouldn't be surprised to hear you ask. Most of the reactions I received after mentioning we were "spring-breaking" in Vegas were looks of shock and disbelief. "Vegas with a child? How could you?" they seemed to say. Well, there are plenty of things to see and do in Vegas with children. Namely Hoover Dam, Red Rock Canyon, the Atomic Testing Center, and the M&M Museum, not to mention all of the cool and free things to see at the different establishments. Things like the fountains at the Belagio, circus acts at Circus Circus, the lions at the MGM, and the gondola and canals at the Venetian. But what about all the things that put the "sin" in Sin City? Well, I figure it was better to take her when she was 6 and oblivious to most of it than when she's 10 or 12 and "gets" it. Of course, Lauren wasn't oblivious to all of it. There was that billboard of the feathered gal with her whole backside in plain view - a nice looking tushy I have to say - but when I caught Lauren eyeing it I knew I had to say something. So I leaned over with my hand to my lips and whispered in a giggly 6 year old manner, "Her butt is showing". Lauren laughed. We then talked about how her dress was missing some feathers and needed fixing. It worked. And there were the pornslappers - those men (and women!) standing on just about every street corner slapping their deck of cards before handing one to any available looking man to pass by. Lauren wondered what they were doing and why so many of the cards ended up on the ground. A simple statement about them being not nice pictures of women and she was satisfied. Other than that, there really wasn't anything else seedy or trashy to make us wish we hadn't gone. No stumbling drunks, no fighting, no nudity. And we were out walking the strip on St Patrick's Day to boot!
So, plenty to do and plenty to see and actually a decent place for a family vacation.