I made a Belle dress for Eliza.
And without knowing I had made one, my manager (who has become a surrogate grandma to us) bought her one. It is by far the favorite.
We were glued to the TV watching the Olympics.
Eliza and her doll house:
Couslon was running around the apartment like a crazy tazmanian devil and tripped and knocked his head on the door jam. It immediately swelled up like a goose-egg:
I painted some peg dolls for the kids:
Yesterday we had a lovely time at the Mormon Battalion with our ward.
2 comments:
I'm really really jealous of those tomatoes. Our garden looks anemic. And where did ya get all those dollhouse people? Very nice. I like the picture of you in the mirror taking pictures.
I like your Belle dress better, Emilee!
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