again with the marshmallows. i love them.
and after two nights of no sleep for my boiling and coughing little sugar britches esmé, she's a wreck. and by esmé, i mean me, too.
but there's nothing giant marshmallows and noodle soup can't fix, is there? and by marshmallows and noodle soup, i just mean marshmallows.
speaking of marshmallows, uncle sugar is so old-school sometimes that it hurts. every holiday, he needs needs needs a blasting set of darlene love. i now do, too.
ok. i'll be huddled next to baby attila for the rest of the day, trying to sneak in some holiday shopping in between marshmallows. have a sweet thursday! xoxo.
wreath via oh hello amy.