Three weeks to go...

Ryan: It's General Conference Sunday. We saw/heard about 45% of Conference this time, and we think that's amazing. The rest of the time was spent playing "Minnie Mouse and Daisy Duck on Ice" with Julia, feeding and changing Lauren, taking photos of the girls at the Picture People (on Saturday), etc.

Chanel: I picked up my Grandpa at the airport today and took him and his girlfriend to the Flamingo Hilton. Lauren was with me and needed to eat before we made the long trip home, so I parked in the parking garage and nursed her. It was funny to think I was nursing my baby on the Las Vegas strip, a place so common to me, but will soon be a memory. I could smell the mix of chlorine and casino food wafting from the building nearby and remembered all the times I have eaten at buffets and swam in the casino pools, and how my girls probably won't know that at all. Our time in Vegas is quickly coming to end, its crazy, but good.

Ryan: Yes, it is crazy. For years we have dissected our road atlas, and we've known for a certainty where we were going to move. New Hampshire. North Carolina. New York. Kentucky. Illinois. Washington. Oregon. Denver was never one of the places. And now, in 22 days, we take possession of our home in Castle Rock, a suburb of Denver. This is the moment we've looked forward to for a long time; the exodus from Vegas. I wish I had the same excitement level as I did when we dreamed of moving, but reality has a funny way of dampening our excitement, doesn't it?