Even though Dakota wasn’t feeling super great during our photo shoot, she gave me a couple smiles, snotty nose and all 🙂
My Tiny Monkey is a speed racer crawler who sometimes beats me to the edge of the couch, of which she then dive-bombs onto the floor head first. You can always tell she’s been in a room based on the fact that everything inside (the cupboards, drawers, cabinets) is now outside (on the floor, in the dog water, in another room). Hurricane Dakota. It’s her world, and we’re just living in it.
“More snacks please!”