My poor sicko princess

Bracha is home sick. Poor girl developed a fever over Yom Kippur and it kept getting worse till it reached 40.3 early Sunday morning. We finally got it down and took her to the pediatrician who said she has a contagious viral infection. So no gan for her and no gan for me. Rinse and repeat today. But she is looking better so maybe with any luck she'll be able to go in tomorrow, the last day before Sukkot vacation.

Meanwhile Shawn is studying and I've started building our Sukkah.

Oh, and in other wonderful news, what's the one thing you don't want to have happen to you, well, ever, but certainly not the day you build a weird ritualistic hut on your porch and completely block off all access to your laundry drying lines?

Yeah, our dryer is busted. And this a few month or two after our hellish two months without a washer (though I would MUCH rather be stuck dryer-less than washer-less).

In good news, I did manage to clean the kitchen in time and we had a nice weekend in an actually clean and tidy apartment!

Here are some pictures of the sicko:


Watching (what else?) Barney


Come on, Bracha, give us a smile!


Napping on Ima's chest yesterday