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.
Always love to see those darlings painting! Ironic that the easel was on my mind this week. A bright red paint smock for Mr. B. will be arriving in the mail soon. Then his apron can stay in the kitchen. It's about time for more baking photos, isn't it?!
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