In addition, I do have to say building that retaining wall and garden bed was a heck of a lot more fun than tearing it down. I do enjoy the work, though. I like the physical labor; in another life maybe I would do some kind of landscaping for a career.
Sat, Sun, and Monday mornings were spent sweating over a shovel and mulch. The kids were pretty good at playing in the backyard while we worked. Sunday afternoon we went to a picnic at a friends house in a local suburb. Every time we drive down there we have the 'should we move out here' discussion (cheaper houses, good jewish community). And every time we come to the conclusion that the commute would be too awful to live with.
And now its June. Some good news for me: we may have a new diagnosis on what has been bothering my GI system for the last year and a half. A week ago I was woken up with intense, excrutiating chest pain at 1am. I
Not a good situation to be in. It made me nauseous, cranky, and very frightened. I'm trying a new medicine which is an antispasmotic, and it is (gasp!) working! No chest or abdominal pain since I started. Unfortunately I am only going to take them for a week, so it remains to be seen if it comes back once I'm off of them. We'll see. I haven't been that good at taking it (it is supposed to be 4x/day, and I don't always forget to take them to work) so I'm going to hope that I won't need them long-term.
Kids are doing great. We've been going on nightly walks with the kids now that the weather is nicer. I have a two child wagon that we cram all three kids in, and we walk around the neighborhood. Daycare is going smoothly, although the girls had a slight 'altercation' there the other day: Tzelia bit Meorah hard enough to leave bite-marks. But I suppose if she's going to bite someone, its better that she bit her sister so I don't have to deal with some other kid's parents. So now two of my three kids are biters (see previous post on Zev's biting habits). At least its confined to family members and inanimate objects....
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