Snow snow snow. In April. Big, fat, wet, heavy snow too, not the nice kind you can just brush off your car, but the kind that requires an actual shovel to get it off. *sigh* Nebby is so weird for weather. What was even weirder waas that during the storm yesterday, there were several booming, rolling thunderclaps. It was eerie and surreal. It's not supposed to thunder during a snowstorm!

Anyway, the kidlet got her ears pierced this weekend. I used to tell her that she would have to wait until she was 13 for that because, well, because I had to wait. Then I thought, well that's stupid, if she wants her ears pierced now, I feel she's old enough to handle it. But as we were shopping for shorts at the mall, I decided to tell her she could do it if she wanted. The thing is, she was scared. I think she really wanted to do it, but was afraid it would hurt. This from a kid who doesn't even bat an eye when she has to get a shot. So after much convincing from me and a friend of ours who works at the mall, she held her hand behind her back and made me guess whether it was '1' or '2'. I said 2 and luckily, that was right.

So she got in the chair, tightly grasping the stuffed ladybug and making nervous jokes about ripping its head off if necessary. They did both her ears at once and she didn't even blink. She said "That's it?" Hehehehe.. Silly girl. The rest of the weekend was spent admiring her pretty ruby earrings and doing the 'I got my ears pierced' dance.