Sometimes my own perfectionism gets the best of me. Sometimes I forget to enjoy the process rather than just look to the product. Sure, she's wearing a tank top in January. Yes, her hair is probably in her face. Maybe she does have socks on her hands and three tutus under her skirt and a mismatched hair bow. But she's rockin' it. Sometimes being a "hot mess" is where it's at. Thanks, Baby Girl for keeping it real around here.