Blogging amongst boxes

I have returned, triumphant...

Okay, maybe not, but nonetheless, I write to you all from friggin' hot Las Vegas. We made it, all our stuff made it, and we even got the scooter and minivan here. AMAZING. Both children are alive and well, both Derek and I are still speaking to one another, we have hot water after three days of none and I am really hopefull that perhaps tomorrow, they will come and fix my dryer.

So, now a picture essay of our move to Las Vegas.

Derek, trying to get our utilities squared away BEFORE leaving Kansas


Boxes, everywhere, still in Kansas


Spencer "helping." He opened the drawer and climbed in.


My 25th birthday was two days before we left and we went to dinner with our good friends, the Boyles. Spencer, enjoying pizza at Old Chicago.


Jeremy and Everhett enjoying dinner. I don't know why I ever think going out to eat with our kids will be fun. We never even get to have a conversation...


My dear Amelia, and Spencer's bethrothed, Florence


Derek and Henry, who refused to look at the camera or smile.


So, we left a bunch of stuff in Kansas, stuff we gave away. One of those things was this desk that Derek has had since he was single in college. At some point, he'd written in one of the drawers and so we didn't want to throw away THAT love note, but in the end, it wouldn't fit, so I took a picture instead.


I meant to take pictures of the boys shoved into the minivan which was full to capacity but I didn't, because I just didn't.

Leaving was okay. I had my mental and emotional breakdowns (Yes there were several) on my birthday, so by the time we were ready to go on Thursday, I was okay. Henry asked repeatedly why we weren't bringing Everhett. Sigh.

So, we drove and drove and drove. We got to see our friends Jen and Jon and their new baby in Denver. Then we visited with my Aunt and Uncle and cousins in Denver which was GREAT. We really wanted to stay the night with them, but we were on a schedule, so we kept driving until Frisco, CO, which is an incredibly beautiful small ski town that was a fantastic 50 degrees in the morning. It made me depressed to know that by the end of the day, we'd be in 115 degree heat, but alas, onward we went.

We got to our apartment by 4:30 and quickly discovered we had NO A/C!!!! Not an option for Vegas. So, we packed another over-night bag and went out to stay with Derek's cousin who lets us come without hesitation (We are so blessed with great family and friends). They came and fixed the A/C on Saturday morning, and then immediately returned to replace my washing machine that was spilling forth mulitudes of water onto my floor. The dryer also doesn't work, but again, I'm hoping that someday they come fix it. Our truck arrived right on time to unload and the young men from the ward came and helped. It was FAST!

You know you live in Las Vegas when you can see THIS from your house:



Movin' in:


More moving, the elders were very helpful.


Me, eating at Carl's Jr. after church on Sunday. GO AHEAD AND JUDGE! I don't care. I'm pregnant, we had not gas, therefore no stove, I hadn't been to the store and I was going to vomit. So there. :)


So, we are here, Derek starts work tomorrow, and I continue to unpack boxes. We have been to mulitple stores, multiple times and my poor children are just hanging on. We have a playground and a pool in our backyard, along with grass, so I can't complain. It just going to be an adjustment, but we'll be all right.

So, in the meantime, I'll have to stop blogging immediately because "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas..."

HAHAHAH! That was a terrible joke, but let's just chalk it up to exhaustion and heat stroke, okay???

P.S. If you come to visit we'll take you on a dam tour, take all the dam pictures you'd like, if you have any dam questions...