Diary: 2/17/2002

Dear Friends and Family:

Believe it or not, this was an extremely quiet week.

Debbie was still recovering from her illness, but managed to make it through the week without too much strife. By Friday, she was tired, but definitely better than a couple of weeks ago. Let it be said, however, that a 1 1/2 year old is not the best companion while recovering, as they are unimpressed with excuses like "Mommy has to go throw up now". We are working on Joram's compassion and bedside manner, but right now med school is not looking like a good choice.

Wendesday marked the beginning (finally!) of Debbie's French classes. While exciting, it was also a little bit hard to get into the swing of things. There are only so many times a grown person can recite the A-B-C's before becoming embarassed, frustrated, or both. We are hoping for a better (ie: more intellectually stimulating) class this coming week.

On Saturday night we were invited over the neighbors house for dinner. They have children roughly the same ages as ours, so a good time was had by all. Of course, the neighbors do not speak a word of English, so it was a little awkward at times. Until their oldest boy decided to liven things up by putting his hand in his armpit and making farting noises. There are some things that are simply transcend language.

Having made an impression (positive for the kids), the girls invited the neighbors over to play on Sunday too. Happily, it was a fart-free affair.

Friday was the start of a week of vacation for the girls, and there is a full schedule of play dates set up for this coming week. Hopefully that will generate more interesting news than this week.

Talk to you all soon.
Love
Debbie, Leon, Heather, Isabelle, and Joram