I did manage to read the entire parsha, but there was a lot less reading of "Shemita" than I'd been hoping: BSM was less than happy. Poor kid. Poor parents. It's all good.
Backing up a little, it's nice to live right next door to shul. I decided I was in the mood for a little Kabbalas Shabbos, but it was really close to BSM's bedtime. No worries, I just popped him in the stroller and walked next door. Also really nice is that the women's section opens onto the front porch of the shul, and apparently they leave the door open in good weather. So I got to sit outside with the purpling hills and a baby who could chatter away, and either hum along or talk to the other women on the porch. It was really nice. When he got a little too yenchy, I just popped BSM back in the stroller, and he was in bed less than 5 minutes later. Boom.
On Shabbos day, we ate lunch at the top of the Yishuv, at the home of the Orna Family. Good times.
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