Payback

I gave Ava a bath (a real tub bath!) yesterday and after I dressed her, I brushed her hair. I brushed her hair back and it was so poofy that it looked like a 'fro. It really struck me funny that I started laughing at her curious, wide-eyed, oblivious face with a 'fro. It was one of those deep belly laugh that squeezes your eyes shut and tears roll down (I think I was a bit giddy from fatigue) and as I walked out of Ava's room to show Greg the hairdo, I didn't see where I was going for the tears in my eyes that I smacked my head on the doorjamb! For those of you more concerned for Ava than me, don't worry. Ava was in my left arm and I cracked on my head on the right side. She was fine.

I have a superstitious friend (you know who you are) who swears up and down that if you laugh at someone who tripped and fell down, you'll trip and fall down yourself eventually. She once laughed at someone who fell down and she later herself fell down and cracked her head on a curb. She uses that as proof that what goes around, comes around. Or something like that.

So, maybe cracking my head on the doorjamb was payback for laughing at a sweet, innocent baby girl's 'fro.

Pictures have been uploaded to the shutterfly site. Enjoy!