Everyone except the goat that is (as is the way with many lovely gifts these days). And Naiya of course. Despite my mother’s disturbing hope that she was conceived in her guest room, we’re fairly certain she’s an Oregon girl through and through.
We had our first bit of snow this morning, and Naiya Sophia enjoyed her first snowman (that daddy quickly made for her before everything melted away to slush). Really, is it just great fun for us? I'm not sure she even notices these things.