Day-after-Thanksgiving breakfast for nine girls! (Poor Ezekiel.)
Haven and August came up to play, too, and all the children busied themselves outside building homes and periodically running inside, wind-flushed and breathless, for me to punch holes for tin can telephones, in plastic bottles for windchimes, to tie knots in string, and to rummage around for banner-ribbons. I was busy cleaning up post-Thanksgiving debris, so I didn't make my way outside to see the results until after the boys had gone back down the hill for lunch at Grandma's, but here's a winsome set of twinnies in their house.
This is Haven's door, handily labeled with a self-portrait so as to know whose house one is stepping inside.
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