No more Flickr for family members. Blog, fine. Flickr, you are in danger of peeking into the back of my closet at some of your tiny little christmas gifts. Don't click. No. The rest of you. Fine. I've been baking today with tiny yipping animals at my feet needing drinks of water, milk bottles, little bean burritos, apples, story books, changes of clothes, naps, lunches, dinnners, and pajamas. These tiny little yippers also have running noses. Ella is pale and wan and yet wants to hoola hoop in the front yard. The night before she thought that Santa Claus was jumping on her bed, but it was just the fever talking. She is taking tylenol and soups and tea.
The children are nestled all snug in their beds and our house smells like chocolate and incense.
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