Sweet Morning Breath

Playing with new camera, TAKE 2:

I prefer waking to a quiet house and usually prefer quiet until after my first cup of coffee. Being a mother to my sweet two year old does not allow quiet. Quiet STOPS as soon as this little girl cracks her eyes open. She usually wakes around 7:00 a.m. and immediately asks demands, in a not-so-nice fashion, her chocolate milk. Morning quiet time is no more. But I get my coffee and she gets her "choc-milk" and we somehow always seem to find a truce. With all that said, Braylin sure has a sweet morning face. Her hair is beyond the definition of "birds nest" and after consuming her choc-milk,  her mouth carries a permanent brown mustache... well at least until morning bath.  I can fluff her back to that cute Braylin-in-a-bow with a clean face and brushed teeth in no time, but something about the rawness of her everything-morning-self makes me smile. She's my little, imperfect, perfect gift every single morning.  Thank you, Lord. 

Good morning sweet Bray!!!
Morning hair is in it's best form today.
Jammies are kickin!

Shock.
Watching The Lion King for the millionth time... but
in the mornings its like she's never seen it before, every time.
So sweet.

Sometimes you JUST CAN'T GET CLOSE ENOUGH.

I'll kiss this precious morning mouth any day. 

Beautiful Sleepy Hair and those Innocent Eyes.

Beautiful in every way. 

8:00 a.m.
Fibi just  wants to go back to sleep.