The Circus

Boys and Girls! Ladies and Gentlemen! Children of all ages...The Leavitts went to the circus! Normally, a trip to the circus may not be considered worth writing about, but considering what an ordeal this particular trip was, I think it is of note. It started Friday evening when I found a coupon online for a free ticket to the circus. Free things get me very excited. We packed up the family and headed to the southpoint casino...and so did every other family in Las Vegas with children under the age of 15. We were in a line so shameful...so unbelievably long...that it tested my love of free things. We stood in that line for an hour and a half. By the time we got to the ticket counter, the circus was half way over. And it was the good half. The half with the tigers. Which means, we might as well turn around and go home...but no, my love of free combined with my husband's disdain of line waiting combined to create the perfect storm. We got ourselves front row seats for the Saturday afternoon show AND a sweet discount. Triumph! It was a great show. They had a man who looked like an older version of Michael Flately (by which I mean he danced about in tight leather pants sans shirt) taming tigers. His name was Brunon (Brew-Nahn). In fact, Brunon had them so tame that several spent the act yawning and napping. There were of course elephants, magic acts, and a man shot out of a cannon. Good family fun!

This is a picture of the elephant who was giving rides to the kiddies. After seeing the circus, I may be looking to officially join PETA.

These are my legs. But you'll note that my legs are perched up on the very front of the arena seating. Below me...the circus! Front row, baby!

Fluffy Diabetes. Also known as cotton candy. I didn't think I would be a good mom unless I kept this circus tradition alive. Sadly, none of us ate it and our $4.00 bag of sucrose stayed in my purse until I found it, hard as a rock, the next day.

A young lady in deep concern that there will be a $7.00, 1 minute pony ride for her....and yes, there was. She was quite the cowgirl. She wanted the biggest pony and didn't want her dad to walk beside her it all. Yee Haw!!

Operation: Home Means Nevada, Camping Edition

Welcome to Camp Leavitt. Our little family spent the weekend camping at Mt. Charleston. It was our first camping experience as a family...and though we forgot pillows, chap stick, and bacon (a camping essential) we had a great time.

Here is my Eagle Scout husband flashing a little bit of leg next to the fire he built (Lookin' Sexy, Babe!) and of course my sweet little camper Abigail.

We heard the sound of wild horses and saw the tale tell sign of their presence (poop) all over our hiking trail. On our way off the mountain (as early and as fast as we could Sunday morning...there was no bacon, therefore an IHOP was in order) we saw a wild horse. Brandon, being a natural cross between Steve Urwin and the Horse Whisperer, had to get out to investigate.

Look at the proximity. Granted, it is the horses rear end, but I'm still impressed. My husband is such a cowboy.

This is the horse before we harassed it.


We are some tidy campers, eh? We like leaving our Candy Land and Baked Lays immediately available on the table for emergency access.

This is a picture Abby took on our hiking trip. She was pointing the camera a little low, so in order to not have strictly a picture of my knees (though they are very nice knees), I leaned into it.

My hiking buddies!

My Eagle Scout hard at work!


A little girl with a love affair with tents.

We watched Anna Karenina on our lap top, ate loads of hot dogs, and had a great time.