Since her birthday a couple of weeks ago, Miss A no longer wants to be a princess when she grows up, but instead would like to be a mom and a singer.
Secondly, Miss A cut her own hair while I was under the weather last week (yes, the boy was a partner in crime), and I was so sick I didn't notice for two days. In my defense, various cover ups were used, like barrettes and hats. At this point, Miss A had bangs for the first time in her life, and it only made sense to chop off the rest since this is what she wanted in the first place: short(er) hair.
Miss A, version 2.0, didn't end there, though. Her big birthday present was getting her ears pierced. As it happened, it was "ear pierced" (in the singular) on one day, then the other ear on the second day. (Not easy). Neverthess, she was scared, then brave, and then delighted. And we have two new, tiny, shiny pink studs.
Quite a weekend.
Ps. This was not your average jewelry kiosk at the mall. Someday she'll have quite a story about getting her ears pierced at a body piercing/tattoo parlor in Amsterdam.
Day 1, first ear:
Day 2, second ear:
In my defense, again, this is the place that all the mamas recommended; it was totally professional and touted for its hygienic studio.
But, shhh, this takes away from Miss A's future story.
But, shhh, this takes away from Miss A's future story.
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