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Tinok ben Shifra Yocheved - I'll update as soon as I hear

Tinok ben Shifra Yocheved is scheduled to have surgery this coming Monday (he will be 6 days old).  Please make a special efort to daven during the surgery, which will be in the morning.  I'll post more specific times as I have them.

 Thank you from our whole family

i have severe reservations about going.

my friends and extended family are all here or easily accesible to here.  Jewish schools, kosher food, and an assortment of other conveniences for the Ortho Jew are all over.

Gus loves home.  It's her centering point, the place that is consistent in our constant moving about.  I'm miserable for her, knowing how out of sorts she's going to be when she realizes that we're not coming back here.

 Our doctors, are here.  Our doctors who were carefully and lovingly chosen to take care of our family.

*sigh*

Things I will not miss:

The crazy lady next door and her homeless 'friends'
The crazy people above us who get up at 5 am
The parking spot in the garage between the minivan and the pole
Driving on the Cross Bronx every week (twice!)
The city noise.  (Ok, maybe I'll miss it a little)
The cramped space of a 2 bedroom apartment
The messed-up toilet in the second bathroom
The teensy kitchen
The constant construction

*sigh*

I don't want to go.

We are stupid.

We bought a barbecued chicken at Brach's erev last days.  We got home very late and forgot to put it in the fridge, and sadly had to throw it out.  So we made some chicken of our own.  Apparently the oven was not fully heated before the chicken went in, because it came out mostly raw.  We found this out when we sat down to eat.  Avraham had deli for dinner and I had cheese, tomatoes, and cole slaw.  On matza.  It was quite good.  Motzei Shabbat aka the last night of Chag we wanted to make pancakes.  There were 3 potential problems: we didn't have the ingredients for pancakes; we forgot to turn on the burners; and paranthetically to the burners, we forgot to leave on lights in the kitchen.

Thank god the yahrzeit candle decided to last through the end of Shabbat.   We reserved the bottom of our kugel, which had a potato starch-esque feel to it.  I explained to Avraham how to light a gas oven on Chag.  he lit three burners (the better to cook with).  We crushed a matza for texture, then crumbles the kugel bottom along with a particularly dry and flavorless sponge cake.  Then I added 8 eggs, some cottage cheese, and some honey.  Avraham fried them in the dark.  They were delicious.  I kid you not.

The next day we made Matza  pizza fry.  It was gross at first - we forgot how unseasoned everything is on Pesach, and never tasted the tomato sauce before we made the food.  Luckily we had a lot of seasoning with us.  Eggs, butter, matza, and  cheese.  Hullo Pesach.  And goodbye!  Til next year, and better planning.

I walked into our room today in response to Fred freaking out and found her lying on the floor, very neatly placed in the middle of some clothes.  I yelled to Avs 'Why did you put the baby on the floor?"  He said "What are you talking about?"  I said "Oh, shit."

She scooched backwards (on her back) down between two pillows, around the other stuff we cleverly placed between her and the edge, off the side of the bed, and a few feet on the floor before she started crying.  Ayiyi.