Cluck cluck

We've been wanting to get a couple of chickens, but waiting until the new house to do so. I'm sick of waiting. Who knows how long this house will take to sell. I've figured out where in our current yard the chickens will go, found a coop for Luis to build that will fit the space beautifully and have found where to buy some pullets. It'll only be 3 chickens at the most, but that will do.

I started planting my garden this weekend. The broccoli, spinach, radishes, beets and lettuce are in. I still need to get the peas planted. Hopefully I can get that done tomorrow night. Then I'll be good for a few weeks until I can plant more. We turned over Abigail's little garden yesterday, and bought her some annuals to put into it. That way, if her veggies don't grow well (they didn't last year), it will still look pretty and she'll have something to tend.

This daycare thing has me worn out. It doesn't seem possible that one little 3 month old could exhaust me this much when I already have 3 kids of my own here, but it is very draining. I expect I'll get used to it as we fall into a routine, and it won't be so bad, but it is different when it's not your own baby. People keep asking me if the daycare baby makes me long for another of my own. Nope. Not in the least. If anything, I'm enjoying the time when it's just me and my three alone even more.

Can I also just say that anyone who says bottles and pacifiers are easier than breastfeeding seriously needs their head examined? These things are such a huge PITA.