this is because I cut her finger nails...

this is less than 2 minutes later after Nana gave her a cracker...

this is because I put pig tails in her hair...

Sometimes I can't help but laugh at her while she's rolling around on the floor in hysterics. Sometimes I have to count to ten to stay calm. Sometimes I have to pass her off to Daddy or Nana. And sometimes I just have to stop everything, sit on the ground & hold her while she cries. Because seeing her tears breaks my heart.
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