A Little Irresponsible


Last winter, only a few months after Edie was born, I told Daniel I needed to do something that made me feel young--something completely unrelated to the heavy responsibility of motherhood. I decided I would get my nose re-pierced (I had it done in college but took it out when I thought it was time to act like an adult. I've since decided much of adulthood is overrated! Ha.) if I still wanted it on my birthday, which was a good eight months away.

Well, that birthday (26! I feel like a 13 year old playing house most of the time. Until I look at my roots--pictured above ^^) is here this Tuesday! So tonight we did one of the tackiest things ever--we took our baby to a tattoo shop to get my nose pierced. Except they had a sign on the door that said "No Children Allowed," so Daniel walked her around in the parking lot while I went in alone. He's never been with me to get a tattoo or piercing so he was kind of excited to see how it all went down, but overall it was probably a good thing we didn't take our sweet babe inside, because, you know, we're classy. Sometimes.

Anyway, all that to say--I acted a fool and got my nose re-pierced tonight. 
Have a great weekend! I'm spending the rest of mine trying to get Edie to stop poking my nostril. :)