Lola decided last week that she wanted us to make a doll together. She drew a picture of Ellie, complete with green hair, and yesterday we dug through the fabric scraps until we found just the right ones . . . and Ellie was born. I see lots of other rag dolls in our future!
Fletcher, meanwhile, is quite in love with his new violin – which he refers to as his baby and often kisses. Too bad that when he plays it it sounds something like dying cats . . . .
Actually, that’s not entirely true. When he is playing around and “fiddling” he sounds pretty darn good! When he plays Hot Cross Buns . . . not so much.