Molly has been asking to get her ears pierced for months. We told her that she could get them pierced for her fifth birthday. In the meantime, she got some earring tattoos and would tell us, "Look! I'm five yeaws old! I weally am! See, I have weal eawwings!" It was very cute. So, I set up a girl's day with my mom for her birthday to go get her ears pierced and do a little shopping. But, then, I started thinking. Scenario 1: She has no problem getting her ears pierced and we have a fantastic estrogen-filled day. Scenario 2: She freaks out after the first one. I have to hold her down for the second one. She's massively traumatized and won't stop crying long enough to pick out a new hairband or a pretty bracelet and we all go home sobbing. My bet was on Scenario 2, so I decided to take her to get them done early so she can enjoy her girl's day out pain free. Why I decided that doing it early would involve me taking her by myself to the mall with both Will and Jack in tow is beyond me. Apparently, I can only make one intelligent decision at a time! While Scenario 2 was not completely accurate, I was dead on thinking she would freak out after the first earring went through. Poor child. After one hour, loads of talk involving the sentence, "I CANNOT take you home to Daddy with only one ear pierced," a failed attempt at the hold down (how I could keep her still for multiple IVs five months ago and yet not for an ear piercing is beyond me), and $50 worth of bribery jewelry, she settled down enough to complete her set. She was crying a bit in my arms and muttering something over and over. After a few minutes, I realized she was saying, "Biggg Bruddder! Biggg Bruddder!" I called Will over, who had been hiding in the corner, sheltering himself from the cries and playing with the lone monster truck on sale at Claire's. When he got there and held her hand, she climbed out of my lap and into his arms. Suddenly, all was well. And, then I heard the sounds of my third born who had been completely ignored in his stroller for the last sixty minutes. A short walk, and three sugar cookies later, we were showing everyone who would look (and getting very upset at those who wouldn't) our sparkly new earrings!
We'll be taking Easter pics soon, so pics of her earlobes are sure to follow.
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Not funny that Molly cried and needed bribary to finally get the second ear pierced but it certainly is funny that this scenario is the EXACT SAME scenario that my little girl, Tara, did when I took her for her ear piercing. It is also the same thing I told Tara to try and get her to do the 2nd one. "I cannot take you home to Daddy with one ear pierced." Luckily, Tara held onto her ear as we also shopped through the mall for an hour buying bribary items only to hold her down for the second one, just like Molly. But Tara had her ear numb from holding it so she was amazed when it didn't hurt. Tara stopped crying and said, "It didn't hurt Mommy, it didn't hurt that time." I am very proud of you Molly just as proud as I was of your Mommy about 28 years ago. Love you both!
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