It recently came to my attention that Zoë is just too damn happy. There's nothing that turns my stomach more than the smiles and laughter of babies. I thought for quite some time on what I could do to bring just a little misery into Zoë's life, a little taste of the cold, harsh reality that is human existence.
And suddenly...an epiphany! I would wait until she was in her absolute best mood and then pay some sadist to ram shafts of metal through her exposed earlobes. GENIUS!
Okay, so maybe that's not quite how it happened.
We've been talking about getting Zoë's ears pierced for awhile now. The logic behind it is that she cannot "find" her ears yet, so she won't be able to futz about with the earrings. Plus, if she doesn't like them when she's older, pop them out and the holes will grow right over.
We took her up Saturday to the local mall and paid a nice young woman to do the deed. The outcome was pretty much what we anticipated. Zoë screamed and hollered for about 30 seconds and then was fine.
Her ears were obviously tender for the next 24 hours or so and she expressed great displeasure in having them cleaned and turned. The good news is she seems fine now.
Without further ado, here is the video and some pictures from her adventure...
