Monday, March 8, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
A Rug of Blocks
I was putting Davy down for his nap when Lia's shrill little voice cut through the silence. David nearly threw himself out of my arms in a panic when he heard the squawks and I stampeded downstairs to save Lia from whatever was disembowling her. I found her sitting next to her blocks, inordinately pleased with herself. I didn't have the heart to scold her as she told me in thrilling tones of her handiwork exhibited below.

Its a rug!
Its a rug!
The Artiste
Doodles
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