Pierced Through the Heart
May 10, 2010
Look at me, with my teeny little sensible hoop earrings! SUCH A BADASS. That must be why I'm giving myself the stink-eye in this photo.
Here's a close-up of the new hole vs. the old-n-busted sinkhole one:
And my peach-fuzz sideburns. You are WELCOME.
So, obviously, I did it! I went to a local and reputable tattoo-and-body-piercing emporium and was all, hello, I would like to be your most boring customer ever. I almost wished there was something else I wanted pierced just so I'd seem a little less lame. Honestly, it's probably amazing that I left the shop with just the ear piercing -- I could really see myself getting a giant impulse-buy dragon tattoo, out of a misguided attempt to be polite.
For Mother's Day, I slept in, then had breakfast in bed, then had to wash Hollandaise sauce from the sheets, then took my own solo self shoe shopping. While I was still sleeping, Noah (with Jason's help) wrote out a large Happy Mother's Day banner. Jason then photographed them all holding it, then made a card of the picture, which they then delivered to me with great ceremony and huzzah. It was all very sweet and overly-complicated, especially when I found the outtakes on our memory card:
Noah is so very proud of that banner, by the way. It says HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY on top, and EZRA JASON NOAH underneath, and he tried very hard to draw a heart. "For love, Mommy," he told me later, when he showed me the actual banner. "I drew that for love."