Here's the girl listening to Abba sing to her on the computer. Over shabbos she was a bit clingy - we think she noticed someone isn't around.
Either that or her stomach was hurting, since she threw up on me before bed tonight (her way of saying she was sick of those pajamas, har har?).
Bli ayin hara (flea ayin hara?) I think we may have conquered the phantom menace. Residual scratch scratch.
Yoav is well and we miss him! Goodnight all.