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You guys: I started doing CrossFit.

I’ll pause for a second while you laugh. Or pick up your jaw from the floor. Or applaud or something, I don’t know. :)

I’ve posted a few times about how difficult it has been for me to work regular exercise into my life since having children. I’ve tried (and failed miserably) a few times to get into the Couch to 5K program. But the thing is? I really kind of hate running, and always have. Exercising is hard enough as it is, so when you’re doing something you don’t even like? It’s that much harder. I just couldn’t stick with it.

Michael started doing CrossFit in April 2013. I remember it well, because he started going right after my bout with appendicitis. So here I was, pregnant and tremendously weakened from lying in bed almost 24/7 for nearly three weeks, and he was busting his ass at CrossFit. I got back into walking by the end of my pregnancy, and then… I had a baby.

I know there are women out there who manage to strike a balance between kids and work and exercise, but I have never been one of them. And in that first year after a baby? Life is hectic. I tried again this last spring to start a walking/running routine, and then began Couch to 5K again, but once again, I crapped out with it. There was no schedule to follow, no money on the line. It was easy to quit when things got busy, so I did.

My friend, Julie, has been trying to get me on board with CrossFit since I was pregnant with Vivienne. She tried and fell in love with it, completely changed her body and made herself into a crazy athlete, and she was determined to get me there, too. For so long, I laughed and laughed at her whenever she would mention it to me. I’d roll my eyes. And Michael, well, he never pressured me to try CrossFit.

But in recent months, as we were closing in on Vivienne’s birthday, I knew I wanted to make it a priority to figure out some kind of fitness routine for myself. Running wasn’t working. I didn’t want to go back to my old step and kickboxing classes that I used to do pre-kids, because I needed something that didn’t have a super fixed schedule. And I sure as hell didn’t want to join a regular ol’ gym. CrossFit crept further and further into my mind, and then one day, I emailed the owner of the CrossFit “box” that Michael and Julie go to. I started asking questions. And then… I went.

I went to my first beginners’ session, then another, and another. Then I had a few training sessions one-on-one with one of the coaches. And this morning? I was officially released into the wild. I went to my first “real” CrossFit class and completed my first real WOD (that’s workout-of-the-day, for those not in the know). And I liked it.

It’s been three weeks now, I guess, and I’ve been going three times per week. The whole thing has been rather humbling. I mean, I knew I was in awful shape, but it’s a different story to really FEEL it. The first week and a half, I felt like I could barely move because I was so sore. And honestly, I’m feeling it today, too, after that WOD this morning. I’m sure I’ll be feeling it for quite some time, as I teach my muscles to do new things and work in a way that they haven’t worked in more than four years (or maybe ever).

So far, I like CrossFit because it’s always different. Each warm-up + workout takes about an hour, and it FLIES by. It’s a lot of legs and shoulders and core—all of which are really important, obviously. I have always had a really weak upper body, so I’m curious to see how I improve over time. I think I’m going to snap some “before” pics of myself (even though I’m a few weeks into it already), and see how things compare after several months. If the results are good, perhaps I’ll share them some day. :)

I think this is something I’ll be able to keep up. That’s largely due to my flexible schedule with my current job, which I couldn’t be more grateful for. I’ve been able to go to CrossFit classes in the morning or late afternoon, skipping lunch or working additional hours at night after the girls are in bed. It truly makes all the difference in the world.

I might be a CrossFit convert. But burpees? They are the devil. :)

Any fellow CrossFitters out there?



Sorry again for the abandonment of the blog, but we celebrated Vivienne’s birthday on Saturday with her big first birthday bash. Her party just so happened to fall on my actual birthday (it was the only Saturday that really worked for it, and hey, I didn’t mind), so that made things a little more interesting, too.

Last week, I was up until midnight every night working on projects for her birthday party. It’s a little crazy, I’ll admit, since she’s ONE and doesn’t know or care about the details of her party, but what can I say? It’s who I am. My parties aren’t nearly as fancy as some of the ones you’ll see on Pinterest, but I do like to pour my blood, sweat and tears into a handful of things—namely desserts—to make an impact. After all, baking and cake/cookie decorating has been a hobby of mine for quite a few years now, and I don’t get a chance to do it nearly as often as I did before kids came along. So once (well, now twice) a year or so, I like to stretch my baking/decorating legs and make a disaster out of my kitchen for a week.

Anyway, in planning Vivienne’s first birthday, we somehow landed on a ladybug theme, for no other reason than it seemed like it would be cute and the color scheme would be different than the traditional pinks and purples often associated with little girls. I drew major inspiration from Pinterest, of course. And Google Images.

I bought her invitation design from Etsy seller Arthomer. That photo was taken at the beginning of July and it is CRAZY how much older she looks now, I think. Those two front teeth (which were just making their way through in the pic) make a huge difference! My baaaaabyyyyy. Gah.

And yes, I did make her a tutu. It was too adorable to pass up. I used this tutorial and it was really easy. I made two of them, actually, because I knew that once Nora saw Vivienne’s, she was going to want one for herself. So I bought supplies to make two, and threw a purple one together for Nora to wear for dress up. And hell, maybe even dance class. Vivienne’s shirt is a Carter’s onesie that I had embroidered by a local woman who does them. And the birthday crown is compliments of Mary, the girls’ daycare provider, who makes them for every birthday for each of the kids she watches. She hand cuts all of those little flowers around the headband… they’re pretty amazing and special.

THE SWEETS! All the fruits of my labor. The cake, the cookies, the smash cake, the pretzels. Oh, and the cake smash collage. More on all of that in a minute.

The week before the party, I was stressing about the weather… well, as much as I will allow myself to stress about weather. I mean, I know I can’t control it so I don’t get TOO worked up about it, but I did check weather.com at least once a day to see what the forecast was like. Rain, no rain, rain, no rain. It kept changing. Finally, the day of the party, we had a pretty good chance for rain, but thankfully not until late afternoon. The temperature was cool—I think it maybe hit 75 degrees at most—and it was overcast most of the day, but honestly, I thought it was perfect weather for an outdoor party. Worst case, we would’ve moved into our house and/or garage, but when you’re expecting 35-40 people at your house, including a boat load of kids? YOU WANT TO BE ABLE TO BE IN THE BACKYARD. Especially when you have a new swing set that you want all of the kids to enjoy.

And enjoy they did. The swing set was a hit, as were our sand table and play house. The kids ran wild, and it was awesome.

We chose to start the party at 11:00 a.m., which I think most of the parents appreciated since it accommodated nap times pretty well! Vivienne typically wakes up from her morning nap around 11:00, and goes back down around 2:00, so we figured this would be the best window of time for our little birthday girl.

We served lunch—pulled chicken, baked beans, pasta salad, broccoli salad, a green salad. It worked out well. We are known to order pizza for this sort of thing (no muss, no fuss!) but this was a nice change from the norm, and didn’t add too much stress or work to the party day.

There’s Nora, chowing down on my mom’s cowboy caviar (a.k.a. Texas caviar), only the best appetizer EVER. We have her make it for every family gathering because it’s such a crowd pleaser. And it’s not even THAT terrible for you as far as snack foods are concerned.

The week before the party, I went to Walmart to pick up a few party supplies and I hit the Ladybug Party JACKPOT in their party section. I picked up ladybug appetizer/snack plates, table cloths, masks and noisemakers, ladybug straws for the kids. Other than that, I stuck to solid red and black for balloons, plates, napkins, cups, and plasticware.

I also found ladybug stickers, mini clothes pins, and black ribbon with white polka dots. (Inspiration.) I put the stickers on clothespins to put up this little display of Vivienne’s month-by-month pictures.

We did gifts right out in the middle of our yard. I love summer birthdays! Vivienne was randomly into stuff I opened, like tissue paper, a turtle toy, and a PACKAGE OF SOCKS. Babies are weird.

Nora was my big helper, of course, and she provided hilarious commentary throughout the whole process. As we opened up that big Minnie Mouse plane ride-on toy above? Nora was all wide-eyed, looked at me seriously and goes, “Mommy, WE SHARE IT.” It’s gotta be pretty awesome to have a baby sister who you can essentially steal things from and she barely knows the difference. :) Another funny moment was when I opened a card and a gift card fell out, which was inside of a little red envelope with a small white bulls eye on it. “TARGET!” Nora yelled excitedly. Oh, Target. Your branding? It is effective… even on 3 year olds.

After presents? It was time for dessert.

I probably need to do a whole post on the ladybug cake. It’s not anything SUPER major in terms of construction and decoration, and I didn’t take any step-by-step pictures to illustrate, but I could go into some detail about how I tackled this cake. So yeah, I’ll plan on that. If you’re interested in more info on this guy lady, be on the lookout for that post. But overall? I was really happy with how this turned out. I think it’s one of my favorite cakes I’ve done.

Sugar cookie cutouts! (Inspiration.) I got nervous about these while I was in the process of decorating them, but I needn’t have worried. Adding the finishing touches to everything—the outlines, the dots on the flowers, etc.—really helped everything to come together. I really loved these, too. They are so time consuming, but so worth it. We didn’t do goody bags or packaged favors or anything… we just sent people home with a few of these babies.

…AND these babies. These are candy coated pretzels, made with the Wilton candy melts you can pick up at craft stores. (Inspiration.) I thought these would be an “easy” project to take on (in addition to EVERYTHING ELSE!) but they ended up being more of a pain/more time consuming than I thought. When dipping and decorating these guys took up an entire evening last week, I was sort of regretting them. But they’re awesome, so all’s well that ends well. I never found real directions on these, but they’re pretty easy to figure out. I’ll type up some quick instructions (again, I don’t have any step-by-step photos) and throw them in the same post as the ladybug cake explanation. Coming soon this week, I promise.

We did the cake smash photo shoot several weeks ago, before we even went on vacation to the Outer Banks. I used the photos and the same collage design that I used for Nora three years ago. Had it printed up and framed it for display at the party. We plan to hang it next to Nora’s in our playroom.

Finally? The smash cake. It’s a single layer, 6″ round—no big deal. I had several visions for how I was going to decorate this, and thought I had settled on mimicking one of the flower cookies. Green base, white flower with black polka dots, put a tiny ladybug on the flower. But the night before the party, as I was icing it, I had a change of heart. I wanted a ladybug to be the main focus again, so I opted to do a simple ladybug on top instead. I used my ladybug cookie cutter (used for the cutout cookies above) and pressed it into the top of the cake. From there, I filled it in with color. Easy peasy.

Speaking of the smash cake? Vivienne SMASHED IT. Go figure.

She needed no help, no encouragement. As soon as we were done singing, the candle was blown out, and we set that thing down in front of her, she immediately began raking her fingers across the icing and stuffing handfuls of it into her mouth. I’m guessing the cake smash photo shoot and the piece of cake she had on her actual birthday served as really good practice. She nailed it.

We ended up cutting her off after she had made a pretty sizable dent in the cake itself. She didn’t even protest, so I’m thinking she was pretty full by that point. Michael took her up for a quick bath while I served cake and ice cream to everyone else.

After cake, people started taking off to enjoy the rest of their afternoons elsewhere. Our close family stayed put for a while longer to hang out. And not too long after we had cleaned up and moved inside? The rain started. Luck was on our side for this one; fingers crossed we get a good day for Nora’s party next month! (Last year, it POURED on Nora’s birthday. POURED!)

Thankfully, we remembered to have a few family snapshots taken during the party to mark the occasion. None of them perfect, but perfectly imperfect, I suppose. :)

It was busy, and it was exhausting, but it was fun. And it wasn’t a bad way to celebrate my own birthday. Rock on, 32!


Four months into my exploration of essential oils, and I am still learning new things every day. My favorite mail day of each month by far is when my doTERRA order arrives—adding oils to my arsenal and into the routine of our lives is always exciting.

Speaking of my arsenal… I have been struggling for weeks to find a storage/organization strategy for my growing essential oils “toolbox,” and I finally made great strides in that department within the last few weeks. First, I finally ordered the little bottle cap stickers this month (only $0.50, can’t beat that!). The sheets come with stickers for all of the oils doTERRA offers, with multiples for each. I’ve even been putting them on sample vials; they’re so useful!

The stickers are such a simple thing, but they go such a long way in keeping things in order and easily accessible. I used to have to remove several bottles of oil from my bag in order to find the one I was looking for, and now I can find it in a split second. It’s the little things in life, people. :)

And after searching high and low for a box of some sort that would neatly store my oils and supplies, AND look cute lying around my house, I finally found an answer with a semi-DIY option. After wandering around Joann Fabrics and Target for longer than I care to admit, exploring all areas of the store—wooden boxes, plastic boxes, drawer dividers, styrofoam, hardware, jewelry storage, etc.—I finally ended up back at Joann’s. I purchased a simple decorative storage box and a variety of scrapbook papers. Back at home, I gathered up a variety of food boxes from the kitchen and then made my own little dividers using this tutorial I had seen on Pinterest. My finished result?

I’m so happy with it, at least for now. I can keep everything here—my little sample vials, roller bottles, droppers, a few spray bottles, all of my oils (of course!) and my FCO (fractionated coconut oil, used for dilution). Love it!


Onto the oils themselves… one of my favorite recent essential oils discoveries actually involves two oils I’ve had since the beginning—wild orange and peppermint.

If I’m feeling particularly tired, sluggish or worn down, wild orange and peppermint help put a little pep in my step. I don’t drink coffee, and very rarely drink soda, so I almost never have caffeine. It’s awesome not to be addicted to it or NEED it to wake up, but on the days when I’m tired, it’s tough not to have something to help me out. Now, I have a solution. When we were traveling a few weeks ago to the beach, we had to get up really early (after being up late!) and I was definitely utilizing this blend. I’ve come to use it often enough that it was worth mixing up a roller bottle of it. Apply a dab to each of my temples and I am good to go! And the combination smells good, too.

Brand new in my order this month was Cypress. It’s a really versatile oil that can help with many things. It’s beneficial for increasing circulation, so one thing I’ve been testing out is its ability to help reduce the appearance of spider veins. I have a few patches of spider veins on the inside corners of my upper calves near my knees, so I’ve been applying a “Veins” mix—6 drops Cypress, 3 drops Lavender, 2 drops Lemon in a 10mL roller bottle, then filled to the top with FCO—morning and night. This isn’t something that will magically happen overnight, but I figure what the heck, I’ll give it a whirl and see if it helps over time.

In the meantime, Cypress is also helpful for respiratory issues, helping to open up the airways and breathe easier. It can also help relieve muscle spasms, and has wonderful antiseptic properties so it can be used to help clean cuts, scrapes, and other minor injuries. So it’s a great “first aid” oil to have in my kit.

Also new to me this month is Clove, which I ordered specifically to help with oral troubles—teething and canker sores! Vivienne’s not currently cutting any teeth, but when some new ones are on their way, I’m prepared! Clove is fantastic at numbing, so it can be applied to the gums of teething little ones, AND help adults with canker sores (I get some really painful ones sometimes!). It is a “hot” oil, so it’s not something I would use without dilution, particularly for babies and children. When I use with Vivienne, I plan to dilute it heavily with FCO, and then test it on myself to make sure it’s not too strong before I put it on her gums. I’m really hoping it helps, because it sure beats using Orajel or constantly dosing her up with ibuprofen (which I will still give her if/when necessary, for what it’s worth).

Other uses for Clove? Repelling silverfish, apparently! Have you ever had silverfish in your house? Those effers are NASTY. I’ve seen one or two in our house in the three years we’ve lived here, so it’s not a huge problem for us (knock on wood!) but we had them a lot in the house I grew up in, as well as my house in college. Silverfish can vary in size from pretty little to GINORMOUS OHMYGOD. They have a million legs that help them move as fast as lightning, and they are just generally disgusting. *heebie jeebies, heebie jeebies!* ANYWAY, apparently these unwanted inhabitants of your home don’t like the smell of clove. Go figure. You can put a few drops on a couple of cotton balls and put them wherever you have problems—under your kitchen cabinets, in your basement, wherever. You have to refresh the cotton balls every once in a while so the scent doesn’t wear off too much to continue being effective. Any time you can potentially use essential oils to get rid of insects, that’s a bonus in my book.

On a completely unrelated note, I can’t wait to use Clove in our diffuser in the fall and near the holidays! I love the smell of clove, so I’m looking forward to making our house smell like I’m always baking something. Because although I love to bake, actually doing so on a super regular basis would not be good for my waistline. :)


I’m getting ready to place my August order, so if anyone wants to get in on that, let me know. As always, if you want to try essential oils, I am more than willing to help you out by giving you the benefits of my wholesale discount and then mailing them your way.

And if you want to just talk essential oils? Questions? Email me at heatherdriveblog at yahoo dot com, because I love chatting about them.

Lastly, I told you in July about a promotion doTERRA was running for new wellness advocates (a.k.a. wholesale account members). By enrolling with the purchase of a starter kit (like the Family Physician Kit I started with), you receive a bonus $50 in free essential oils of your choice. It’s an amazing promo, and it’s rare for doTERRA to offer a bonus as great as this. The great news is that doTERRA has extended this offer until August 15, so if you thought you missed out, or if you’re interested now, you should check it out. Let me know if you’re interested or have questions about it. Believe me, *I* would take advantage of it if I could! :)

Here’s the link to my doTERRA store, but again, I’d prefer you email me to start because I can get you better deals. More than anything, I just want to help empower you to make changes that can help you live a more natural life and kick some of the synthetic products in your house to the curb.


Check out all of my previous posts about essential oils here.

Have a fabulous weekend! The weather here is supposed to be perfect; I hope the same for you.


Dear Vivienne,

I hope you don’t mind that I’m a few days late in writing this letter. You see, we were on vacation and out of town on your birthday. It was low key, it was special, and it was fun just to be with you. You smiled a lot, played a lot, slept a lot (recovering from a week at the beach, I think!), and ate a lot. A good day by many measures.

So yes, the beach. We took our first “real” vacation as a family of four during the week leading up to your birthday. We traveled to the Outer Banks in North Carolina to spend a week at the beach with friends and their children. It was baby’s first trip to the beach, and you were so good—content to hang out at the house, be by the pool, or (your favorite) sit in the sand and the surf. You were completely perplexed by it at first, and definitely cried a little bit the first time I dipped your toes into the ocean. But by the end of the week, we could plop you in the sand or surf and you were happy to sit there for a good solid hour, just pinching the sand between your fingers and toes.

You’ve changed so much this month. Your two top front teeth came in, completely altering your smile. Speaking of which, you do a hilarious “cheese face” now—ALL THE TIME—where you scrunch up your whole face and show off all of your teeth in a big, crazy grin. I don’t know how you learned or why you like it so much, but it’s adorable and we’ll eat it up while you still do it.

Food? You love it. All of it. Leading into our vacation, you started eating a greater variety of things, and then suddenly, when we were at the beach, you were ravenous. You literally ate anything we put in front of you and then yelled at us for more. Pasta. Hamburger. Tacos. Chicken. Peppers. Tomatoes. Pizza. Shrimp. Mahi mahi. Rice pilaf. Cheese. Any kind of fruit there is. You were usually one of the first to be put at the table, and somehow always the last to be removed. So.much.eating. Oh, and on your birthday? You LOVED your cake. LOVED. We gave you a small slice and you smashed it, alright. And then you shoveled it in and begged for more.

Two thumbs up for the two of us, as we also made it all the way to a year with breastfeeding. I no longer pump, so you just nurse in the morning and at night. I have a frozen milk stash that will probably last for several more weeks to make you bottles and sippy cups for daycare. But while we were at the beach, it was an interesting predicament. I tried to nurse you during the day when it seemed you wanted/needed to, but because my body is no longer accustomed to needing milk during the day, it was tough. I actually gave you some whole cow’s milk in a sippy cup and although you made funny faces sometimes, you drank it down when you were thirsty. Anyway, I’m so glad to have had the nursing relationship and experience with you, just as I did with your sister. It’s still special to me so I’m not quite ready to give it up completely—and I don’t think you are, either. In the mornings when you’re starving, and in the evenings when you’re tired, you really WANT to nurse and you make that known.

You’re pulling to a stand on everything. You’ve also started taking steps with the support of walker toys—SCARY. You are all over the place and into everything. You love playing with my keys, and rifling through my purse. You try to play with shoes that we leave by the door, so we have to be good and put them in the closet now! You like toys or activities with lots of pieces that you can take out and/or put back in. You love dolls, which is adorable; you hold them in your lap and they are not much smaller than you are. You’re on the move constantly, so much so that we had to keep you busy with puffs in order to even get your last set of monthly photos!

Your latest is that you are really starting to be verbal. You’re still not saying any “real” words, but you are making consonant sounds. Your favorite right now is GAH. GAH GAH GAH GAH GAH! You shout at us with conviction. You’re trying to tell us something, we assume, but we don’t know what yet. You have also started to make N and M sounds the last few days, so you have me really excited about the prospect of hearing “Mama” soon. You clap your hands, and sometimes we’re pretty sure you’re doing it to tell us “more” (the sign language is similar).

I think you are starting to give kisses. You’ve answered my requests for them the last few days, putting your little mouth on mine. Before that, you would do “foreheads”—if we leaned our heads close to yours, you’d lower your head and lean in to touch foreheads with us. You were gentle about it, and it was clearly a sign of affection. Your grandparents certainly loved it. :)

You’re smart. Sassy. Stubborn. Goofy. Smiley. FUNNY! Determined. Flexible, but also demanding. Completely adorable (I mean, seriously). You don’t have a ton of nicknames, because Viv, Vivi, and Vivienne already give us a lot of options. But I do call you “Mush” and “Baby” sometimes. Oh, and sometimes? Vivi May.

At bedtime, you’ve been a dream about letting me snuggle you lately. Usually not for long, but it’s enough time to make my heart full. You rest your head against my chest and I’ll sing a couple of songs to you—usually Twinkle Twinkle and Jesus Loves Me. Thank you so much for giving me those moments. You’ll never know how much I cherish them.

When Nora turned 1, I distinctly remember rocking her the night before her birthday, sobbing over her. I was a huge mess of emotions—both happy and sad—and it all spilled out through my tears. I’m going to be honest: I didn’t cry for your birthday. But you know what? It’s not because I love you any less. It’s not because I wasn’t emotional. It’s because I have been through this before, and now I know. I know that although it makes me wistful to watch you leave your babyhood behind, there is so much to look forward to. I know the joys that lie ahead. I know the blessing that is your life and how lucky we are to have it, and that there is really no reason to cry. So instead of giving you a crying, bumbling mess of a mother on your first birthday, you have the gift of an experienced mother who now has a greater perspective on this whole “my baby is growing up” thing.

Don’t get me wrong—it still makes me a little sad that you’re growing so fast. Particularly because I’m pretty certain you’re our last baby. But crying isn’t going to change anything, my love. Having the presence of mind and heart to live in the moment and be thankful for each day we have together? That’s how I’m trying to live my life now. Sure, I’m not perfect at it, but I’m trying. I’m still learning. So when I sat with you on your birthday and snuggled you before bed, all I could think about was how happy I am to have had the experience of your first year, and how much I am looking forward to the rest.

I pray that you will have a long and healthy future full of many joys and few sorrows. I will be with you to celebrate the happy times and help get you through the sad ones.

Thank you, sweet girl. Thank you for being my daughter, and for being distinctly you. I’m so privileged to be your mommy and thankful for being given the chance to do this again, this time with the wisdom I lacked the first time. Thank you for teaching me that love like this is possible for a second time. (The love really does multiply—your heart just doubles in size.)

Happy Birthday, Vivienne May. I love you more than you can imagine.



“Mommy, why do you have earrings?”

The question came while I was tucking Nora into bed at my dad’s last weekend. I hadn’t really considered how I would answer, so I kept it simple. “Because I like them,” I replied.

“I want earrings, too!” she said with a big smile on her face.

And suddenly it was upon us.

I had my ears pierced when I was 3 years old. My mom said I asked for them, so she took me—plain and simple. I always figured we would take a similar approach. Whenever I’d see this question or debate—on Facebook, on moms’ groups or whatever—I would always say, “We’re waiting until she asks for them.” I didn’t know if that would be when she was three, six, ten, or seventeen. I just thought we would cross that bridge when we came to it.

Now we’re there.

There’s an excited part of me that thinks, Perfect! She’s asked. Her 4th birthday is coming up soon. We can make it special. Let’s do it. But then another part of me is putting my foot on the brakes thinking, Wait! Really? Not yet! She’s only four.

I’ll begin this by saying that there is definitely not a “right” answer here, which is true for most issues in parenting. That’s what makes it so hard, right? They don’t come with a manual.

Personally, I chose not to pierce my daughters’ ears when they were babies because I didn’t see the need for it, and it was something permanent (and purely cosmetic) being done to their bodies—I felt like they should have a say in it. Hence my position about waiting until Nora asked. But now that she is asking, I’ve found myself reconsidering that line of thinking because, Hello! She’s only 4! Is she really capable of making a decision like that for herself at this age? But then again, in all seriousness, at what age are children actually capable of making a decision like that for themselves? Because there are teenage children who make some pretty stupid choices they go on to regret, so clearly even they can’t be trusted.

My boss’s daughter had her ears pierced this past spring, on her 8th birthday. Out of curiosity, I asked him at the time: “Why 8?” He shrugged his shoulders and laughed, “A few years ago, we just randomly determined she could get earrings when she was 8. It seemed like a good age to do it.” It was completely arbitrary, you guys.

So is that how this goes? Michael and I just have to pick a random age?

Is it now? Why not do it? Where’s the harm in it?

Or is it later? Why the wait? When is the “right” time?

This is a tough one. I thought I had it all figured out, but I don’t. I think a big part of my hesitation is just my struggling to come to terms with the fact that she’s actually old enough to ask for them. *sigh*

If you have a little girl… when did you pierce her ears, or when do you plan to? And, of even greater interest… how did you make your decision? What are your reasons for the timing you have chosen?