Her Turn

And then it was her turn.
She was one of the last ones to venture out.
Apparently, finding just the right snowsuit ensemble takes awhile.

 

And by the time she had her pinks and purples all coordinated, everyone else had already headed back in.

So she recruited someone extra special to escort her outside.
Someone who doesn't have a snowsuit ensemble to assemble.
Someone whose entire winter outerwear collection consists of a hooded sweatshirt.
Seriously.

Although it did take some time for him to lace up the snow boots.
But she waited patiently.
Offering a pointer here and there.

And before the sun sat high and melted all the fun away, off they went.

One well-accessorized four year old.
And her kind-hearted (yet slightly fashion-deprived) older brother.