Brave Face. Big Owie. Speedy Recovery.

When we took Audrey to get her ears pierced, Olivia wanted nothing to do with any of it. She wouldn't even watch. But, the more she thought about it, the more she must have decided it was a pretty good idea. That, and she was seduced by all the sparkly earrings.

Nine days after her sister, after much cajoling on Olivia's part, and much reticence on mine, we finally returned to the scene of the crime.  The exact chair, the exact same sales lady.

It all started out so great.  Olivia was brave, and excited, and not even nervous.  Because her friend, who had gotten her ears pierced way back in kindergarten, told her it didn't even hurt a bit. Not one bit.

But then the sales lady started cleaning her ears.  And that was kind of cold.

And then, Oh, the pain! They said it wouldn't hurt. Then they said it would only hurt a little bit.  

They LIED!

But oh well. It only hurt for a minute. And then she was happy again.

And now, we can start collecting all kinds of sparkly new earrings.

Hole New World

Audrey and I got bored on Saturday and look what happened:

In case you can't tell from the pictures, this goofball got two more holes punched in her head.
Finally, pierced ears!

Sadie's

Aww, my littlest boy is off on his first date today.  It's a Sadie Hawkins dance, and they decided to dress up like greasers.

I'm glad I snuck in a couple pictures of him before his date picked him  up.  I had big plans of getting some shots of the two of them together, but in typical Will form, he answered the door, and was off down the street before I even knew what happened.  They are getting pictures taken today sometime, so hopefully, I might get a glance at those one day.

He was pretty adamant about NOT greasing his hair back, but I was like, "Will! You're supposed to be a greaser! They call them greasers because their hair is greased back! Now sit down and let me do your hair!" And he did.  I am kind of amazed I won that battle.

I can't believe my youngest son is 16 and just drove off in a car with a girl.  First dates can be so stressful.  At least for the mom.  I'm pretty sure I fretted over this day much more than he did.  And now I'll be fretting a little about him all day, hoping he is having a good time and being nice.