Ear Piercing

Vivian has been asking to get her ears pierced for a while, so I finally agreed. Unlike the days when you went to the mall to a Claire's Accessories or kiosk, now it's recommended to go to a tattoo parlor, where there are trained professionals and it's sanitary. So we went to a tattoo parlor, after booking three weeks in advance (who knew?), and got their ears pierced.

Instead of gold or silver studs, there is now a vast array of choices. They decided they wanted their birthstones, which of course Lanie's is a diamond, which I also didn't know.  And cleaning is no longer with rubbing alcohol but with saline spray twice a day. The earrings are also no longer in for 6-8 weeks, but instead for 4 months, with a post-change somewhere in the middle.

Vivian was fine, lying down (not sitting up), on the table and having the needle inserted in each side, it didn't seem to faze her. Although I have a distinct memory of sitting on her for a flu vaccine two years ago to hold her down. 

Lanie was much more affected and was crying and upset. I didn't actually think she'd get them pierced, I just took her because she wanted to go and maybe get it done. After the first one, it was a little touch and go as to whether the other one was actually going to get pierced, but she was determined.

So now Lanie looks like she has earrings to go to a cocktail party on her little 5-year-old ears and Vivian has some cool ones that I would wear.

Someone Naughty

Sam is very into collecting football cards lately. Recently he found a couple of torn up football cards in his room and showed me. As he continued to clean, he looked under his dresser and found an entire stack of football cards that had been shredded. I asked the girls several times and neither would admit to it. Chris reiterated and still they both denied it.  I think we ended on the note of whoever was caught ripping up cards in the future would have to buy him a new pack, which really doesn't mean a whole lot to them.

At the beginning of school, Sam had to fill out a questionnaire that was supposed to be focused on academics, but when I checked over his homework I found he had also included some home life also.  He emphasized his feelings in pen.

Lanie's Nail Polish Fiasco

Lanie was supposed to be napping yesterday and skipped her nap.  I came home from the gym and put her back in her bed.  She still didn't sleep and insisted in "going downstairs."  I needed to go and run some errands with Vivian so I settled her in my bed as a compromise.

While I was out, I got a text from Chris, that Lanie had "gotten into my nail polish."  I had painted both her and Vivian's nails that morning when they had asked me too, already. Apparently that wasn't good enough for Lanie. She got a child's chair from another room, dragged it into my room, and climbed up and got it off the dresser.  Dark purple.  The same color her sister also applied in my bed around the same age.

Link to:  Vivian's Make up fiasco

When I got home she was standing in the hallway with a smile wearing gloves.


"Why are you wearing gloves Lanie?" I asked.
"Oh, you no see my hands mama," she replied.
"Really?" I asked.
Through this whole encounter she was giggling, encouraged by the other two.  I finally closed them in one room and put her in time out.
"If you can't listen to mummy and daddy, Santa won't give you presents," I told her. She burst into tears. We revisited the topic later, but not after her asking me two more times to use my nail polish that day and she cried when I said no.

Time out.

It is now all hidden.

Vivian and Lanie's hands yesterday.

Closets

The new house was built originally as a carriage house, so the bedrooms are odd sizes and shapes, and one doesn't have a closet.  My dad put an extra pole in Vivian's closet, so Lannin's clothes can hang on top and Vivian's at her level. 
Periodically Vivian will look at Lannin's dresses and say, "why are Lanie's clothes in my closet?" and I'll respond with, "well she doesn't have a closet, so you are sharing your closet."
This twice now has been followed with, "so soon Lanie's closet will come in the mail?" and I'll say, "no."
Vivian will respond with, "when Lanie's closet is delivered we won't share anymore."