Pierced Ears

After much debating in my own head, I finally decided that I wanted to get Olivia's ears pierced. (Turns out I should have asked Nick about it much sooner, because he was all for it right from the start.) Anyway, we went to the pediatrician's office this morning, and now our little baby is sporting some bling that wasn't there before. She was most upset about all the fuss the nurse was making to get the marks in just the right spot, but once the deed was done, she was back to her normal, smiling, thumb-sucking, tired self.

Before, playing with the baby in the mirror:

The trauma of the felt-tipped marker is over:

The real action begins:

All done:

Better now, almost a smile:

Rock On

I was going to post a little video of Carter "playing" the guitar. However, thanks to its apparently large file size, blogger was not cooperating with me, so you'll have to settle for a couple of still photos instead. Nick is most proud that Carter holds the guitar correctly. He even asked me the other day how early he could start teaching Carter to play for real. Hold on there Dad, one thing at a time: let's conquer the potty first.





P.S. I'm happy to report that Carter has had a haircut and [several] baths since these pictures were taken. Sheesh! Who let my kid get this dirty?