Vivi loves hair (especially to get a good handful of it). . . maybe because she doesn’t really have any of her own.  She’s always in hot pursuit of Marina and loves to pull the cat’s tail.

So, I got a chuckle out of a predicament she had gotten herself into this morning while she was supposed to be napping.  When I went in to see why she was whimpering, I found that she had gotten a hold of a doll through the bars of her crib and ripped all the hair off, somehow getting wound up in it in the process.  It was wrapped pretty tightly around her fingers and toes, so it took a few minutes to extricate her.

This will be a good test for Ariana when she gets home this afternoon.  The doll was a special one that she had made.