Giggles

What does it say about me as a mother when instead of immediately helping my child out of this predicament, I giggled and ran for my camera first?

Then later in the afternoon, Grace had a huge giggle fit. I don't even know what about. But I'd much rather have random giggle fits than random crying fits.



And finally, I have this habit of sticking hairbows I find on the floor (after Grace has ripped it out of her hair) in my hair for safekeeping. I'm pretty good about remembering to put it away in her room. Not today. I ran out to check the mail, threw out the trash, and said hello to neighbors just like this. I giggled so hard when I realized I'd been running around with a big pink bow in my hair.