So yesterday I mentioned that Alexandra is starting to pick out her own clothes every day.
But I failed to mention that she's doing a darn good job at it.
She came downstairs for breakfast yesterday morning dressed in a plaid skirt, a white button-up shirt, and a navy cardigan - with a beret on top! A beret people - she wore a beret to school.
[Be still my heart.]



Too bad she didn't wear this today instead though; she has French lessons after school.
It looks very French, no?
Joyeux anniversaire à ma nièce, Dasha!
But I failed to mention that she's doing a darn good job at it.
She came downstairs for breakfast yesterday morning dressed in a plaid skirt, a white button-up shirt, and a navy cardigan - with a beret on top! A beret people - she wore a beret to school.
[Be still my heart.]
Too bad she didn't wear this today instead though; she has French lessons after school.
It looks very French, no?
Joyeux anniversaire à ma nièce, Dasha!