Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
where we're at today...
hello from the snotty slimey sneezing drooly teething slightly sick crawly grumpy crankpants.
2 comments:
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I think I agree with the babysitter who claims Unity is the happiest sick baby ever. She does look like a pretty happy girl for having all of those issues going on. And I'm too far away to hear all the fussing, so what do I know?!
2 comments:
I think I agree with the babysitter who claims Unity is the happiest sick baby ever. She does look like a pretty happy girl for having all of those issues going on. And I'm too far away to hear all the fussing, so what do I know?!
Do I see a tooth? Chris said, "Maybe."
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