I took the misshapen pieces of Nutmeg's doll house over to Keira's to see if she could help me finish it up. I had faith that she had inherited some skills from her father just as I inherited decorating skills from my mother - though osmosis.
She did, she whipped that baby together in less than 2 hours while I watched, smothered baby Zachary in kisses and fetched diaper wipes to clean up wood glue.
She came through.
I have to find a way to cut out the remaining windows and decide what to do about the roof. We decided to scrap the stairs, even though stairs are a very important part of a doll house it just added too many complications, and so, our "Betsies" will have to fly up to the 2nd and 3rd floors. Alas.
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Flying Betsies! I adore the visual. You and Margaret could come up with a rhyme or saying that would bestow super powers and such on the little darlings...
Betsies, Betsies, fly away home!
But this is Keira, not Camrock. Curious...
Oh, I checked his email yesterday...Mystery solved.
Oh! You have to read "No Flying in the House." My all time favorite kid book that I read by myself. It would be such a great read aloud. The secret to flying is being able to kiss your elbow.
...well, elbow kissing is the secret to flying and so much more.
Wow its looking good.
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