Sophia turns five tomorrow, so we had a little lunch party with her friends today. But first, we went to Claire’s to get her ears pierced. She was very excited.
But a little girl got hers done first. She screamed and screamed, and it scared Sophia. She started to get nervous.
The assistant manager marked her ears with little dots. Sophia thought this part might hurt.
But it didn’t. The next part did, though.
And she still had one ear to go!
When it was all over, she was glad she’d done it. It’s probably the first of many times my little girl will go through pain to look pretty. And she is pretty.
Next up: Kate. The backstory on Kate is she also did hers at age 5, but they got terribly infected and she had to grow her holes in. Today, the saleslady told me she might be allergic to nickel and stainless steel, but if we forked out the $50 for the gold, Kate could possibly handle it. After weeks–literally weeks–of ad nauseum conversations about why Sophia gets to do this and even though it’s not fair, it’s also not fair to not let her just because Kate had bad luck with it, I thought the $50 might be a worthwhile gamble.
Kate was way more motivated than Sophia to get this done without a peep.
She was one happy little eight-year-old with her second chance at pierced ears.
I hope these white-gold earrings do the trick.
Afterwards, Sophia and her friend Julia did a little shopping.
And then we went out for lunch and a birthday cake with her friends.
I took a tired little boy home for a nap, and Derek took the girls to Target so Sophia could spend her gift cards from both sets of grandparents. She already knew what she wanted: a big Clifford stuffed animal.
Happy birthday, sweet Sophia. We love you.