I got to the park today to find Yehoshua perched up on some metal structure that I don’t think was meant for climbing,
In fact, I don’t think it was even one of the toys in the park. He screams out to me -
Yehoshua: Abba - Poopy!
Me: Yehoshua - that’s night a nice thing to say!
Y: No Abba! - On your shoulder - bird poopy!
M:(to self) Oh - poopy!
Some days you’re the pigeon, some days you’re the statue!

Binyamin turns three this shabbos.
he’s clearly got a very developed sense of right and wrong.
I’m pretty convinced he’s got a strong sense of humor too. Check out this shot vinnette:

Binyamin: right abba, i’m not allowed to say ‘stupid’?
abba: right.
b: okay - so i’m not gonna say ‘stupid’
a: good
b: abba - abba - i’m not gonna say ‘stupid’- okay?
a: great
b: because you don’t let me say ‘stupid’
a: right
b: also Hashem doesn’t let to say ‘stupid’
a: umhum
b: abba - abba
a: yes?
b: in gan we say ‘kahki’
a: good night binyamin

Current Update:
Tamar went back home when I got here at 11. She picked up the kids, packed them up for the weekend, sent them to the neighbor to play and took a two hour nap. Ater she drops the kids off, she’ll come bakc here to spend shabbos together. Ahh - almost like a romantic vacation. Only without the romantic and sans vacation.
Ilana has been sleeping since noon - on and off. She woke up for the guys from simcha layeled who came in with guitars and clarinet and flute, but was a little too
feverish to really enjoy it. Her nurofen (advil) has kicked in finally and is sleeping peacefully. She had a long night and can use the rest.
By the way, if you have to go to the hospital friday is the day!
So far, 4 different chessed people/organiations have been through and i’ve scored major food for shabbos.
Will post about the winnings presently.
Ain’t got much else to do…

so, on wednesday Ilana came home from her playgroup with a tiny limp. We figured there must be something stuck in the bottom of her foot, but couldn’t find the source. The limp picked up in intensity over the evening, and so after woring a night shift, Tamar took her to the doctor first thing in the am.
Blood test results came back 2pm - high white blood cells yada yada - go to the hospital.
okie dokie. Ship the kids off to the sister in law and pack a bag of just in case essentials and get on the road.
Pediatric emergency room was pretty empty and we got almost immediate attention. Too bad nobody could find a vein in order to take blood and put in an iv prep… Poor black and blue hands Ilana…
Blood tests, xrays, and a whole bunch of upstairs/dowstairs-hurry-up-to-wait business was our lot until 830pm when a ‘professr’ walks in and says ‘feels like she’s got alot of liquid in her ankle.’ I said (of course) looks like there’s a lot of food in her uncle, too - but what do we do?’
The answer came quick - one long ‘extract 6cc of icky liquid from the joint’ needle and lot of screaming. That wasn’t fun.
At 10 they finally decide it’s probably an infection and they’ll admit us to a room for 4-7 days to treat with iv antibiotics - just wait a few minutes…
I left at 1130 and they were still not in yet - but I had to get home and to my sisterin law’s because (did i forget to mention?) her husband broke his wrist responding to a hatzala call earlier in the evening and he had to go get a cast.
To make a long story short (too late!) at 130 am they were in a room, my chicken dinner was just coming off the grill, and things were mostly under control.
Friday am i got up and showered and over to Neima’s before the kids got up @ 730. Dressed binyamin and took him to maon - went to daven met yehoshua @ camp, went back for a quick bite and to see the girls for 1/2 and hour. Now it’s on to the hospital to relieve Tamar. Refuah sheleima.

Ah - Kids, it’s the little things they do that make you feel oh-so-special.
Like Friday, when I was taking a hair cut, and I bent over to pick up the comb, and 8-yr-old Shira asks me
“Abba- how come where your kipa is supposed to be you don’t have very much hair...?”