Miss Alla was lucky enough to get this coat sent to her last winter from the wonderful Tara, whose blog I am too lazy to link at the moment. It finally fits her and it gets worn everyday. Literally. It's her favorite. "That one" is what she says to me as we're getting dressed for the cold. And she means this very one. She's also into dressing herself, as you can see, so if that means capris with pink striped tights and three ponies, then so be it. Little girls, gotta love 'em.
Lucky for us, Gramma and Grampa came to visit this weekend and Alla had herself a grand old time reading every last book she owns with them, decorating their cheeks with paper stars, and kicking down towers of blocks, which resulted in fits and fits of giggles.Our weekend was topped off by our first fire in our first fireplace. So lovely. I thought it might be a weekend thing, but I'm really aching for Ron to get home and start another one. Isn't it pretty?