For the love of it

My little girl Anna has a love affair with sheep – at the tender age of 2 and a half she has a herd of four – and her interest in the woolly creatures shows no sign of waning either.  (I am rather sure that the herd will be growing some more in the coming years.) They range from a rather grey-white and loved-to-near-death little lamb (she’s had that one just about from birth) to soft and cuddly ones with floppy legs and dreamy eyes. They all have a turn as bedtime mates and get dragged to playschool and back tirelessly. Hence, I thought to start documenting some of them …both for me and her, as a reminder of what is dear to her in these tender years. Here’s the first. Let’s just say his name is Fred.