furracious and earrings

Today in the van, I heard this:

"Are you furracious? Vivian, do you know what furracious means? It means you are REALLY hungry. Were you furracious?"

Also, on Saturday, yesterday, Vivian got her ears pierced!
All of us were at the mall - Mommy, Daddy, and both girls.
We were finished running errands and I always offer them anything they want in the candy store if they will get their ears pierced.
Viv agreed! I was thrilled, but still very cautious she would reneg on it.

We went to Piercing Pagoda in Fair Oaks Mall. As I signed the agreement and Vivian chose the earrings - she got the aquamarine studs (same color as her Ariel costume), Sophie and Daddy tried to distract themselves at the shoe store that was right across from the kiosk. Poor Sophie was so very nervous. She was beside herself with anxiety! She didn't want to look or watch and the closer Viv got to the kiosk, the more worried and anxious she became. She was terrified for her sister!

I asked Viv if she'd like to sit on Mommy's or Daddy's lap and she wanted Daddy.

When they were all ready for her, Daddy and Viv walked over to the chair, and Vivian began to back out.

It was already paid for, so there was no turning back - once they take the earrings out of the sterile wrappers, etc. they must be used.

We went back to the chairs at the shoe store and regrouped. I explained to Daddy, in front of the girls, that we had paid for it already. She had just wasted money. Daddy asked how much, and I said $40. He gave her a very very stern look. Then she said, "OK, let's try."
It was amazing. Just one look from Daddy and she was totally reasonable!

I gave her a lollipop out of my purse to eat while they were doing the piercing. She was totally cool with it - they drew a happy face on her hand to show her how they were marking her ear. She was totally calm on my lap the whole time. I distracted her as they quietly counted between themselves and BAM! The big cry let out. She was traumatized.

As her wails of sorrow reverberated through the mall, her dad and Sophie were absolutely miserable. You would have thought they were watching her be "tortured" or something. Daddy was crying, Sophie was burying her head in Daddy's lap and side. After about a minute, with the promise of the candy store, everything was forgotten. I think it was hardest on Daddy than anyone.

She now looks BEAUTIFUL and shows her new earrings to anyone with eyes to see. She is so proud of herself and often says, "I was BRAVE Mommy!"

Stuff they say

We were driving to the Museum of American History at the Smithsonian today. On Constitution Ave. we stopped at a light and were directly in front of the White House. I pointed it out to the girls, "That's where the President, Barack Obama lives."
Vivian asked, "Can we go to his house?"
Sophie answered, "I'm afraid we can't just go to people's houses unless we're invited. It's not polite."

At the museum, Viv was most impressed with the Dumbo cart from the ride at Disneyland and they both wanted to see the ruby red slippers. We also saw the Abe Lincoln exhibit and Viv was most impressed with Mary Lincoln's purple velvet dress. I told Sophie the story of slavery today for the first time.

Viv still says "Fahlahs" for flowers.

Speaking of flowers, they are most excited for John and Stacy's wedding. They have invited themselves to be flower girls and can't wait. They ask me every day if today they can go to the wedding "This instant!"

The other morning, they were playing "wedding". Sophie was the groom since she's taller, and Vivian orders her to wear "boy" clothes (a shirt and pants). Viv puts on a white wedding dress up gown. They get fahlahs from one of my fake arrangements and put the giant teddy bear on a chair to be their minister. I had no idea they knew so much about weddings.