Nashvegas

Well folks, we made it. We survived our first road trip with the babies... Whew!

Don't be fooled by these cute sweet CALM faces... although they were fantastic and chill riders (for the most part) they were just saving all their energy for the night time party. What party you asked? The one that involved them losing it for HOURS in the hotel room...

Again, don't be fooled, this looks like they're sleeping... And they are... but this is morning time... when they should be awake... Evidently all that screaming for no reason is exhausting.

But.... We eventually did make it to Opryland Hotel which is spectacular and all things pretty! My favorite was at night when everyone cleared out and it seemed empty and the lights shined beautifully against the dark sky. I loved it.

But I'm getting ahead of myself... ANYWAYS... We arrived at Opryland, gave the babies to my parents to keep for TWO nights (wowzas), and then went on our way to cheer for the Wolfpack.

The Mister was pumped. :) I only cried for a little while... and then was perfectly elated about the idea of uninterrupted sleep.

So we went to support the wolfpack... and boy did they need some support because that game was just sad... :(

But in true Salmon fashion, we all had a great time regardless! :)

I will add this side note of a story for your entertainment. There was only one point in the trip that was slightly awkward... Towards the end of the game I noticed that my stomach felt really cold (it was sleeting and pretty chilly outside)... So I unzipped my vest to find a nice round wet spot from "leaking." Awesome. No big deal, I'll just pump in the van when I get back right? Well, yes, I did do that, but by the time I got there my entire undergarments were SOAKED. So naturally, I'm pumping in the back of a 15 passenger van with my in-laws driving around Nashville getting ready to go eat like this is normal right? And what to do with my soaking undergarment & shirt? Well, the mister dried my shirt at one vent, but it just wasn't doing the trick on my bra so naturally we just pass it up... past my brother in law and his girlfriend, my sister in law and family friend Jules... to my mil, who is sitting right next to my pil, who then dries my bra at the vents at the front of the van while I'm wrapped up in a blanket pumping in the back.

The funny thing is, it wasn't until about 15 minutes in when I was like... this just isn't normal. It cannot be this normal to be THIS comfortable with your in laws. And then it hit me that my bra was being held by my MIL, next to my PIL, had been passed through other family members' hands, and I was in the back of a 15 passenger van milking myself with a blanket wrapped around me. Oh the things you do while nursing to try to live a normal life...

Anyways, the trip was a lot of fun and we now have our sweet baby girls back in our care and life is normal again. Well, as normal as it can be... ;)

Nashvegas was good to us. Hopefully next year we can pull out a W though...

Much love,