I don’t wear jewelry much any more. My watch ran out of it’s battery about one year ago, and I never had it replaced. It just didn’t seem so pressing. I mean, it’s not as if I have a train to catch. And the necklace my husband gave me by M + J Savitt our first Christmas as a couple? Had to put it away because it was always getting tangled in Coco’s little hands. Same for my longer earrings. The last time I wore a pair of my beloved hoops, Coco pulled one out of my ear and twisted it into some frightening shape and that was that. It’s just my rings and me…

But I feel naked. Seriously. It’s not like I wore so much jewelry in my past life, but still. I like earrings. Or a necklace. Or a cuff bracelet, which is about the only thing I can wear that won’t be destroyed by tiny and curious hands. Although I admit I can do without the watch.

Last week, I decided to treat myself to a new pair of earrings. The kind you would wear on a grown-up night out, which my husband and I plan on doing in the coming days. A lot. We had our first night out last week, and it was incredible. It’s literally been years since we’ve done that. When Pea was in her first year of life, not only was I paranoid about leaving her with anyone, because, you know, who could possibly take care of my child as well as me? But she was also nursing, never took a bottle in her life, and so it was just not possible. And then when she hit the one year mark, I was in the throes of morning sickness with Coco, so that was that. Food. Me. Not very agreeable. At all. And then, the next thing you knew, we had another year to go with a new baby who also was nursing exclusively.

But now, here we are. Pea is coming up on two and Coco is now past the one year mark. Social life, look out! I’m going to be wearing my new Melinda Maria earrings…