Viva Las Vegas....and Southern Utah

One of the duties of my job is to travel to St. George once a month and check to make sure doctors are doing what they are supposed to be doing ( writing lots of prescriptions for Pfizer drugs). I don't mind as Pfizer allows me to take my family down with me and we can have a mini-vacation. I do have to mention that in the three years I have worked for Pfizer, this past week was the first time Michele actually accompanied me on such a voyage ( something about a career of her own in Salt Lake City). The concierge at the hotel was thus suprised to see my traveling party go from one to three in a matter of a couple of months ( I haven't been down to St. George in a couple of months due to Pfizer's awesome paternity leave policy which finally came to an end because Michele was sick of me hanging around the house even though I still contest I was doing nothing but helping). Fortunately I was able to see all of my doctors fairly quickly and we were able to take in some of the sights, sounds... and smells of southern Utah and Las Vegas.

Michele always wondered what I did for work so I thought I would show her. Now I think she is confused as ever.


To put an end to all speculation, babies still have bowel movements in national parks and require changing while on vacation.


Take your daughter to work day. I can't complain about my job.

Growing up, we would always moan when we would watch family slides ( affectionately known as Pictures on the Wall) as there would inevitably be dozens if not hundreds of "rock" pictures. I think my dad was on to something. Now I have something to bore Kellyn with in a few years.




Nothing like a family portrait in Las Vegas. ( taken by a friendly southern couple who were convinced we were on our honeymoon)



Michele in Italy...wait, thats just faux Italy at The Venetian

Chillin with my pal Nicholas Cage. Michele was weired out that he didn't move and kept staring straight ahead. I tried to tell her that he hasn't been in any good movies for a long time and was just trying to make a buck or two as a street performer in Vegas.


I could be in France or Vegas, but probably Vegas. We probably wouldn't have gotten the 18 comments on our stroller had we been in France.


But the sign does say that Michele is in Paris...




-James, why aren't we staying at the Bellagio? -Michele, I think it might raise some red flags on my corporate amex.




Thankfully, this was the extent of the lewdness we saw at Vegas. What is it with Italians and naked statues?



Ending things off on the right note by drinking our worries away.