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.
Sunday, January 02, 2011
some Christmas
Well since someone and his molar got me up at QUARTER TO FIVE this morning, here are some pictures of our Chicago Christmas.
1 comment:
grandma cindy
said...
Miss you already. We had so much fun while you were here!!
1 comment:
Miss you already. We had so much fun while you were here!!
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