1st order of the day: Take Millie swimming. The pools at Mandalay are awesome. Millie and I

After a few more times around (and a few more dips in the pool), it became time to go back in. Millie sadly blew kisses to the elephant statues and told them bye- it was then time for the Mandalay breakfast buffet.
Now, I am not ashamed to admit that I enjoy a Vegas buffet- and am quite the connoisseur of them. To me, nothing beats the Paris buffet, but Mandalay was pretty good- and our server immediately took pity on Jackie and she quickly put him to work. Millie and Ellis scored all sorts of treats from him (he introduced Millie to the wonder and joy of Fruit Loops). After Ellis caused permanent carpet damage under her high chair (thanks to the many items- liquids and solids that she dumped down there) and after Jackie realized there is no such thing as a changing table in any Vegas bathroom, we checked out of the hotel- but not before Millie was holding her stomach in desperate need of a poop.
While Ellis and I waited in the lobby, we heard Jackie pleading in the bathroom for Millie to poop before we got in the car and had a long drive back home. After bribing and cajoling... Millie refused, got off the potty and ran out.
Having the helpful bellhop load our luggage (and after receiving the high-rolling $3.00 tip), we hit the open highway. Everyone (except me) fell asleep quickly- and I could only find the born-again Christian radio station (although it took me 3 songs to realize it- I thought one of the songs was saying "Shake your booty for wide loads" instead of "Shake for the glory of the Lord." I'm recommending the song for our ward choir performance in May).
As we approached the Arizona canyon right before St. George, everyone woke up... because I got pulled over by the poor Arizona highway patrolman that's posted in that forsaken wilderness. As Jackie wiped the drool off her face (he came to her window), she charmed him with a smile- and he let me off with a warning (don't speed in construction zones).
We stopped at Jack-in-the-box in St, George for a quick potty break- that turned into 30 minutes of trying to get Millie to poop. Didn't happen.
Another stop in Beaver- didn't happen.
Another stop in Fillmore- didn't happen.
Almost emergency stop on the side of the road in Provo (and me definitely breaking the speeding law because we were SO CLOSE to home)- didn't happen (thank the heavens above).
We finally make it home. Millie rushed upstairs to the bathroom- doesn't happen.
Kids thrown in bed (with a gentle hug and kiss)- Clin and Jackie in bed by 9:00pm- with us, the vacation never ends!