Brave Girl!

Yesterday, the apartment complex refinished our bathtub. Because of the fumes, they told us we couldn't be in our apartment for 6-8 hours.

And then I cried.

Seriously... nursing baby + a 3-year-old who loves public restrooms + not being able to be home all day and do everything I needed to?

They also told us that we couldn't use it for 2 days prior to the refinishing and for one day after.

But, our stinkiness issues are a different story.

I decided we would go to the mall. There's TONS to looks at there. It's air conditioned. They have a play area. I could bring snacks and we could eat them anywhere. I could bring my Moby and nurse him in it while we walked.

So we did.

Grace has been asking for a few months to get her ears pierced, and I had put it off. Yesterday when she saw a girl getting her ear's pierced, she asked again. I warned her (again) that it was going to hurt a little, and she said it was fine. So, we went for it.

My earliest memory is me at 4 years old getting my ears pierced. I remember sitting in the chair, the pinch, the smell, and walking out of Metrocenter in Phoenix cupping my hands under my ears, sure the earrings were going to fall out.

I remember trying so hard not to cry or yell. And I didn't.

Yesterday I watched Grace do the exact same thing. As they brought the guns to her ears, she pushed her lips together and looked straight forward. As it happened, a little tear started to make its way down her cheek, but she never cried or screamed or made a sound.

Brave girl!

The earrings look darling on her! She looks so grown up to me now!

And, no one will ever call her a boy again.

Well, hopefully. ;)