I spent my daughter’s nap time pondering what I was going to do about my weekly photo post, when her chattering and giggles caught my attention. There’s nothing I love so much as the sound of her giggle’s. In fact, I grabbed my gratitude journal to make a note of how well she entertains herself during her quiet play time, and how much I love her giggles when this little face popped out of her room and into my view:
Oh, my, yes, she was proud of herself.
I’ve rubbed her down with olive oil a couple times, and scrubbed her face several times. But there’s still a hint of blue. Her hair and eyebrows are the worst; the color does not want to let go of her hair. Oh, yes, my little punk got it through her curls, too.

Since yesterday, so many of my friends have shared stories from when their kids did this as well. Did this ever happen to you?








































