Sleep deprived but full of joy.
Our second Sabra appeared on the scene after 41 cozy weeks in utero. 41 weeks of iced coffee and Israeli breakfasts and suddenly (dejà vu) a 4+ kilo baby...Ooohwah!
Since then, like every other Israeli, we've been busy
* figuring out what to do with the bajillions of apples we overbought at 3 NIS/kilo for Rosh Hashana,
* keeping our children occupied with *enriching* activities over the 16 DAYS OF CHOFESH
* crying tears of joy over Gilad Shalit's reunion with his family.
Now, two apple cakes and 37 episodes of Spongebob Squarepants later, the kids are back in school and my little Sabra is getting ready to meet her Grandma.
And I'm getting ready to crawl into bed.