Mini woman in action.
My litle Mia always in action.
To everything...she has an answer or a reaction.
So funny, lively, and rambunctious. Drives everyone crazy, but when she's a sleep, the "it" is missing... it's just not us.
Loud and in your face... Somehow she knows...she owns the place.
Can't deny her...she's without care.. With a stright face...walks up and pulls on her sisters curly hair.
"MOOOOM!!!!!" Big sister screams..."tell her to leave me alone..." "Whatever Maya! if you don't want to play.. I'll just go get an ice cream cone...."
Walks around like a boss. A true rebel without a cause.
Without doubt she's a stinker. As an infant, she would give me the finger.
My beatiful little girl is always in action. Drives everyone crazy... but in my eyes, she is perfection.
So funny, lively, and rambunctious. Drives everyone crazy, but when she's a sleep, the "it" is missing... it's just not us.
Loud and in your face... Somehow she knows...she owns the place.
Can't deny her...she's without care.. With a stright face...walks up and pulls on her sisters curly hair.
"MOOOOM!!!!!" Big sister screams..."tell her to leave me alone..." "Whatever Maya! if you don't want to play.. I'll just go get an ice cream cone...."
Walks around like a boss. A true rebel without a cause.
Without doubt she's a stinker. As an infant, she would give me the finger.
My beatiful little girl is always in action. Drives everyone crazy... but in my eyes, she is perfection.
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