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Lucy turns 9

Lucy turned nine (nine!) on February 15. She asked for a rainbow cake after seeing pictures online of one done by a friend of ours for her daughter's birthday. This was my first time attempting such a thing. It turned out well, but had a sickening amount of food coloring.

She also wanted to get her ears pierced for her birthday. We actually had to do this the day after, because there was no way I could deal with Truman and Penny loose in a jewelry store and be with Lucy getting her ears pierced at the same time, so we went the next afternoon when David could come with us. Here she is getting ready to have it done at a store in the mall.

And afterwards too. She had gotten some money for her birthday so we went shopping and she got this pink hat and L necklace. She's such a tween! Her ear piercing went okay. The lady botched the first one though. I was very nervous, and then I could tell it hadn't gone all the way through and the lady doing it turned and looked at me with this combination dread-horror expression... I just about threw up. Lucy however was completely brave and composed! She endured the re-piercing with calmness and grace. 

David got Lucy her own, personalized set of scriptures. She's had the cheap-o missionary type scriptures for a long time, since she was about two years old. These are fancy and have her name on them. She has been really excited to read them every night and tells us in the morning what she read about the night before. (Funny she had the same scriptures in a less attractive form for years and was never so excited about them.)


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