Favorites from St. George

It's become something of a tradition (in the loosest of definitions) to go to St. George for my birthday. We've done it, three or four times now. Aside from the ridiculous heat, we really enjoy going over The Fourth of July. Matt and I usually end up in Las Vegas on that day to watch fireworks. We've done it before and love watching the show light up during one or two of the Bellagio fountain shows. What we didn't take into account was Leah's hatred for the noise that accompanies fireworks. Because all the building on the strip are so close together the booming of the fireworks is magnified and then bounces back and forth. Just to give you an idea of how unbearable Leah can be during fireworks, last year she wore headphones and listened to her own music during the festivities.

St. George was a blast. Matt and I haven't been there with kid(s) since Leah was 4 months old. The days were filled with swimming and popsicles and the evenings were spend eating ice cream and visiting some of the fun things around town.