I have sent Lexi all of your addresses and e-mails...Brent, I am assuming you will contact her about her question. I think it is fun how both families read the other family's blog. It does help keeping us in the loop with what's going on with the Schickies and visa-versa.

Dad and I are leaving for Japan tomorrow morning. We get in to Fukuoka at about 9 pm on Sunday night. It will feel weird to lose a day! Dad keeps moaning about sitting on an airplane for 12 hours...but I am sure it will be all worth it! We will be going forward on the deck and hot tub when we return and then Kim will be coming.

A couple of corrections on David's memory... That was when we were living on Fairwood Rd not Dogwood. Dogwood was the blue house at the end of the road where we lived when we had the practice in Poulsbo. Kim already mentioned La Petite. I always will remember David calling me at work to call the patrolman. The policeman was very nice but wanted to make an impression on David. Fortunately, David couldn't find the registration so he could ticket him for that so he would have some consequence. I was impressed by his caring in this situation. He knew David was generally a good kid that just did something very stupid. He wanted to make sure that David, himself, paid the fine not us. David was lucky to have met up with a compassionate cop!!!

My Disneyland memory...was our Christmas Day visit after Brooke and Mike's wedding. Dad was somewhat taken away with the Bennett method of Disneyland..put one person in line and then bring in 20 at the last minute!!! The most dramatic moment was Ellery and Dad going "cross-country" to get up to us for the westen roller coaster...I can't remember the name of it now. Prior to being a roller-coaster it was the mine train. I was so surprised that Disneyland was actually crowded on Christmas Day. It was a great memory, though, and forged a great bond with the Bennett's.

Keep blogging...we can't use our cell phones over there in Japan so we'll be depending on the blog for communication this week. Of course, in an emergency, you could call Dave's phone.

Love,

Mom