My Baby...

It has been a while since C had her ears pierced and I was reminded to change Cheryl's ear rings by the ladies at the gold smith. I was contemplating not getting new ones from the shop as the one that I saw and liked cost a hefty $69 which I thought was a little too extravagant for a little girl.

Besides, I know I would need help in changing her ear rings; need someone to hold C down so I procrastinated and it proved to be a terrible move because her piercings started to get infections. While we were at Grand Mummy's, I thought C's aunts could help me and Aunt Juliana was generous to give C 2 pairs of hers.

Initially, I wanted to let C wear those ring ones and although putting them through her ear holes was easy enough, I could not get them to close and C was wailing because it was so painful to have me twisting at her ears and uncomfortable to have her aunts holding her down.

I tried for a long time and it was not a pretty sight because her ears started bleeding quite badly. Finally, we succeeded in changing her ear rings to studs and by this time, she had cried so much, she vomited. My poor baby... She had been having so much pain because of the infections so we had no choice but to change her ear rings. At least now, her ears will finally heal.

Daddy was trying to soothe his little darling, so he told her that she could join us for our car wash later. C brought her tricycle down to keep herself occupied. And while Daddy and I wash our car, she decided that her tricycle; courtesy of Aunt Rina and Ayra needed a wash too.

Here, C giving her wheels a wash! She had initially wanted to help Daddy with our car (she tried to wash off the soap on the bonnet) but Daddy thanked her for her effort and gave her the clothe for her own wheels.

Her little ride, all clean and then she wanted to give Daddy a ride. She instructed Daddy to climb on board while she sat herself at the wheel, literally.