Brushwork

Dinner was frozen pizza and cucumbers after that, but no one complained. I think we were all just too exhausted.

Yitzchak didn’t understand why a newborn’s bedtime had to take all evening, but Chevy has a very specific way of doing things and I have to respect that.

I sigh as I go upstairs to put a load in. If I’m having some less-than-charitable thoughts toward my daughter now that baby Rafi has been picked up, that isn’t anyone’s business.

I mean, I raised eight kids, thank you very much. And each one has, in my humble opinion, turned out to be a shining star. And who’s to say it’s not because I just held them all evening, and let them stay up as long as I was awake?