So the Doctor doesn’t like the results of Binaymin’s urine test and his fever has been over 103 for 2 days now.
So, I’m taking him for chest xrays to see if there’s any traces of silent pneumonia before going forward with different antibiotics.
Will keep you updated.
He’s in a great mood, though!

I DON’T KNOW!
I’m almost ready to give up and switch rooms with them.
We’ve tried:
1. Cajoling
2. Threatening
3. Making charts for sleeping in bed with prizes to those who do.
4. Making charts for not sleeping in my bed with prizes for those who don’t
5. Creating a small bed on the floor in our room for kids to use.
6. Screaming.
7. Talking really nicely.
Any ideas?

Well - it only took 5 and 1/2 years - but after endless romping stomping and pomping, Yehoshua finally got stitches. Two stitches, to be precise.
We were waiting to begin the Yomtov seudah, and the kids were horsing around (what else is new). Shira and Yehoshua had been playing “king of the chair”, but that ended with no casualties save a few hurt feelings, (and Yehoshua screaming once or twice “you almost killed me!")
Then came Yehoshua sitting on the dining room chair in the nearly empty dining room. I can’t tell you what maneuver he was trying to perfect, but I did watch from the sukkah as he tumbled off the chair he was sitting on, and pulled the chair over on top of him as he fell. As blood rushed down the right side of his head over his ear and onto his shoulder, I grabbed a towel to staunch the bleeding. When he saw the blood, his immediate response was “Call Uncle Dovid!” (Uncle Dovid volunteers for Hatzalah) We rinsed his head in the sink as he screamed “You’re killing me! You’re going to kill me!”
Tamar immediately saw that it needed stitches, so I proceeded to the neighbor to ask which Doctor lived the closest. After a minute and a half conference with a couple of the neighbors, one of them noted that the fine family who had just moved into our building at the end of the summer had a doctor as the head of household. Apologetically, I interrupted his Yomtov meal and he followed me back down to our house. Stitches for sure - he said - but you can wait until after yomtov ( remember - we’ve got only one day over here...) “Bring him to me after havdalah and I’ll sew him up” he said.
In the meanwhile, I took a handful of cotton balls, placed them on the side of Yehoshua’s head where the bleeding had already mostly stopped, and held it in place by wrapping an ace bandage around his head multiple times, like someone with a toothache in the old theatrical presentations.
Surprisingly, Yehoshua wore that contraption for the better part of two hours, during the while he was quite uncharacteristically quiet and subdued. This incident happened at 12 pm, by 3 pm he was back to business as usual riding his sister’s tricycle and crashing it into the neighbor’s kid who was driving around on a different riding toy.
After havdalah,. we took him to the Dr. upstairs who cut off a couple of hairs from the lacerated area (as Yehoshua screamed “you’re killing me!"), and then, after applying anesthesia, put little Mr. Humpty Dumpty back together again with two well placed stitches.
After witnessing the doctor’s tailoring prowess, I immediately offered to bring up a couple of pants from our house that needed mending.
Needless to say that Yehoshua is fine now. Certainly way better than my sense of humor.

Not only did it fly in faster than you can say licketty-split - it flew out again just as quick!
And oy - are my wings tired. Everyone in this house slept late this morning, except the wife - she worked the graveyard shift in the hospital, so technically, she slept the latest, but yet the least, all at the same time.
We spent RH in Yeshiva and, except for a huge bump on Binyamin’s head and Leora falling off a chair (again), we made it through relatively unscathed.
Just exhausted. Davening this year took a huge toll, and between that, running after the kids, climbing up and down “Mount TJ” to get to and from the dining hall, and giving over a killer shiur between mincha and maariv at the end of Yomtov, I came home, unpacked the kids and the car and promptly passed out on the couch.
Happy New Year!
Hope everyone has a Gmar Chasima Tova.

So today we made a siyum.
Finished Mesechta Gittin, my chavrusah and I, yup.
We’ve been learning almost a year now.
So we had a BBQ at our house, and invited a bunch of friends.
You’re invited next time

Binyamin loved it - just take a gander at these pics :