I couldn't get enough pink, sparkly, foofy things onto that child, so you can imagine my heart when she proclaimed it was time she wanted to get her ears pierced.
That was a couple of years ago, when she was maybe five years old. I couldn't take her to have them pierced quickly enough...until my mom came into the picture.
I don't know if it's a generational thing, or just my mom, but the idea of getting my little girl's ears pierced at that age, sent mom through the roof.
She wouldn't let me get my ears pierced until my 13th birthday, which drove me absolutely mad.
I wasn't about to wait that long for Lauren.
Round and round I went with my mom about my daughter's ears, until we finally agreed that a couple of more years wouldn't hurt anyone.
That time has come. Lauren Elizabeth turns seven this Saturday and again, for her birthday, she asked to get her ears pierced.
With a happy heart, we all went together, only to enter the place where an adorable little girl was already getting hers done. The little one couldn't have been three or four years old, but that sweet girl sat straight up in her chair like a champ, while two employees counted, "One, two, three,"
The precious child just about jumped out of her skin. A strange look of horror crossed her face, mixed with a healthy dose of wanting to kick both of her assailants as swiftly as possible.
Turning to our daughter, who was in my husband's arms, the two of them looked like this...
Oh, and one more thing I hadn't planned on? The fact that my husband had never seen anyone get their ears pierced.
He's wrapped around her little finger on a good day, but the thought of that happening to his baby girl, was enough for him to instantly give me that "We're leaving," look.
So, as poorly as the whole 'ear piercing' experience could've gone, it most definitely did.
No pierced ears this year, or probably any year to come. Mom is thoroughly happy and after the overall fabulous experience we ended up having, I honestly think my husband is, too.