Our day started last night. On our way home from Grammy and Grampy's, Mason complained of a "brain freeze." We thought he was joking, but he held his head for a good fifteen minutes, just leaning on the car door in obvious pain. He then told us to pull over because he had to throw up. He made good on his promise, which caused us to wonder if he had banged his head earlier in the day and caused a concussion. He's always crashing into one thing or the other, we really had no idea. So, I called the nurse on-call and by the time she called back he was doing better. But, I didn't want him to sleep alone in case he puked again...and so the most restless night of my life began. I woke up about 78 times, once when he had me in a full head-lock, once when his leg was across my neck, another time when he was gently stroking my hair as he slept.

Anyway, he woke up fine and we wrote it off as too much sugar from Grampy the night before. We heard of cream puffs, ice cream and a popsicle, who knows what else there was.

So, we got going in the morning. But we soon realized that in our haste last night we left poor Jordan outside all night long! She's 12 and was frantic. Cindy felt so guilty that she was rather distracted and dropped (and shattered) a clay platter. As I made coffee, the pot leaked all over the counter. Before I could clean it up Mason dumped his entire bowl of Cheerios on the floor, splattering milk to at least a 6 foot radius. We finally got out of the house and Mason hit his face on the car door, putting a scratch down his cheek. We got in the car to realize that we had also left the interior light on all night (thankfully it started). The kids got into a fight as soon as we left and Mason scratched Kenzie so she had a cheek scratch matching his. Less than a mile away from the house we realized we forgot our camera card, so we had to turn around! The second time leaving the house we were successful.

It wasn't until we were getting ready to leave church. Kenzie was hanging onto the car door and Cindy opened it, accidentally removing her brace and Kenzie fell flat onto the pavement, forehead first.

Luckily, our day took a drastic turn for the better.

We officially joined our new church and got a very warm reception. We have found a home with incredible people and a very progressive atmosphere. There were nine of us who joined and we shared lunch afterward.

After church we went back to our West Seattle neighborhood for a mini-reunion. Mandy, who works for the Mariners, decked the kids out in Ichiro and Ibanez gear.

Then, we wanted to take our picture on our old front steps (just like the one two years ago), so I introduced ourselves to the new owners, who let us take a walk through the old house. We eventually talked them into not only moving their car for us, but also taking the picture of the old gang on their steps.



Oh, and the kids got some new walkie-talkies from our friend Taj. Roger that. Except in the car.