Posts Tagged ‘pierced ears’

Once more with fashion – I mean, feeling!

June 13, 2017

This past weekend the girls and stopped at the mall because I wanted to look in “some geeky-type stores” for some Magic cards – specifically, some lands, so the three of us could play together. Except on our way towards ThinkGeek, we happened across a shirt that Gracie liked that had some honest-to-god colors besides black and grey in it. And since it was a Fashion Week Miracle (and because the tank was $5), I let her buy it.

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And then, because she had pulled off one miracle, when the Gracie-girl asked to stop in Papaya to look at some more shirts, and because the Bee-girl didn’t mind, I said okay. And then we found Gracie a few more church outfits, which just happened to be on her list of Things Needed.

How cute are those outfits?! I love how soft those gauzy shorts are! We got both pairs of shorts (the jean ones she already owned), the three tops, and another under-tank for less than $50. So – win!! And Gracie got to play Fashion Show, Fashion Show, Fashion Show At Lunch!, which is, like, her favorite game. So – double win!

Oh, and because I was a nitwit who didn’t think to include a picture of Bee’s earrings from yesterday (the ones that I successfully used to bribe her into getting her ears re-re-pierced)…

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That’s what made her so cuckoo for cocoa puffs! I just hope her dang ears stay pierced this time!

Do my kids know how to bend me to their will, or what?

Re-Re-Pierced!

June 12, 2017

If I had to guess which of my girlies would have problematic ears, I would not have guessed Bee-girl. She is my girly-girl; the one who enjoys jewelry and frills and dressing up in high fashion. She is not the tomboy who shuns all bling.

And yet.

The first time I had to bring Bee to get her ears re-pierced, it was because the earring had sunken into her ear, we had to perform minor surgery at home to get it out, and then we had to let her ear close because of a giant hole. That takes a lot out of a mama. But the second time went a lot smoother than the first time (perhaps because she wasn’t at the horrid daycare that allowed kids to rip out Bee’s earrings four separate times!) and I thought we were home free.

Heaven knows why I’d think something so silly. Not in my house when nothing ever goes smoothly!

Apparently my girly-girl hasn’t been wearing earrings. I know she had a pair on at Christmas, because I bought them special, and all three of us had on our matching pairs. After that…uh… who knows? Bee somehow stayed away from the bling, until about a month or two ago when I tried to get her to wear a pair with a particular outfit. Except the earrings…well, they didn’t quite fit. And by fit, I mean the posts didn’t want to go through all the way. They fell just the tiniest little bit short. I felt like I could push the posts through and everything would be A-OK, but Bee, she felt like that was not the best plan. And every time I tried doing it anyway, she shrieked just a little too loud. So I stopped trying.

Instead, I suggested getting her ears professionally pierced. Again. But Bee didn’t want to. She didn’t want to pierce her ears at all. I couldn’t see her going through life as a fashionista without pierced ears, but I didn’t want to push the issue too much. So I bided by her wishes.

And then yesterday – we were at the mall t look at one thing, and we cut through Penney’s…where some shirts caught Gracie’s eye. And then some earrings caught Bee’s eye. “So if I got my ears pierced, I could wear these in a month?” she asked. They were gold posts with round beach-ball-type dangly bits. “Of course you can!” I answered, surprised. Thank god the earrings were only $10. Before she could change her mind, I rushed Bee to Claire’s and we waited in a long and obnoxious line. This was happening!

Before you knew it, she was done. And we got a 20% off coupon, too! Which came in handy after we picked up alllll the Christmas gifts.

tl;dr – Bee has sparkly new earrings for the next 4 weeks. And then after that, she’ll have different earrings every day, hopefully forever. Third time’s the charm! (Please god!)

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They start out so cute and earnest…

July 11, 2013

I’m not sure whether nine counts as the end of middle childhood, or the beginning of the tween years. For me, I decide day-to-day, depending on how Gracie is acting. She’s sliced pretty even these days – just as likely to play make-believe with her sister as she is to spend hours on iTunes and YouTube or talking on the phone with her friends.

Last night, I went all gooey inside and started oohing and ahhing (to myself – I would have been yelled at for embarrassing her had I demonstrated such mah-baybee’s-growing-up! emotions out loud) over what Gracie chose to do with her ten-minute warning that it was almost time to go back to her dad’s house.

Gracie went and fetched her jewelry box, carried it into my bathroom, turned on alllll the overhead and vanity lights, and then proceeded to primp and preen in the mirror as she took her time selecting just the right pair of earrings. I chuckled to myself from where I was lying on my bed, book abandoned in favor of watching my little girl take some baby steps towards tweendom. She’d hold up one pair against her ears, turn this way and that in the mirror, maybe tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. Then she’d try another pair, another angle in the mirror. It all looked a little cliche and it was certainly a far cry from how I just grab a pair of earrings from the top of my bureau and throw them on as I run out the door, but hey – this was Gracie’s way of figuring out what being a girl means, and what being a bit older, with accessories means. She’s allowed to figure it out however she wants; if she wants my input or my help, I’m very sure she’ll ask for it. Not that I wasn’t going to love on whatever look she finally settled on: if I fill her up with confidence now, maybe there will still be some if she ever finds she’s running low.

Still. It’s weird to think that I have a daughter who’s old enough to be preening in mirrors for something other than make-believe. Yesterday it was an earring change, tomorrow it will be fancy new hairstyles, and before you know it (and probably snuck long before her dad and I have okayed it)…make-up. This is when I start breathing into a paper bag and remembering that Gracie-boo is THANK GOD still only nine. Just nine. Not yet time to worry about make-up and boys and driving licenses. But almost.

Here, too, is when I remind myself that she’s still mostly a tomboy. In fact, I’m pretty sure the reason Gracie went all Operation: Ultra Girly Earring Change was because I had asked her earlier if her ears were bothering her (the earring hole on one ear was mildly irritated last week). She still loves swimming and biking and playing video games with the boys. Gracie loves to get dressed up for special occasions, but her default outfits are shorts and tshirts. She’ll get dressed and call it good enough; her sister is the one who remembers the jewelry and hair bands and all the other layering accessories.

And yet, as last night reminded me, tweenagerhood is looming. Girly-girl tendencies are there, waiting to flash out from inside my Gracie. I’m not too worried about her… but I won’t deny my own mama-freak-out-mode is also there, just waiting to miss how cute and easy Gracie-girl was when she was nine.

Mommying requires a strong stomach.

November 19, 2012

[This is where I should warn you that viewer discretion is advised. Because after 9 years of parenting my own kids, and countless years parenting, teaching, babysitting, and all around looking after other people’s, there is much that makes me queasy. Except these pictures did. You’ve been warned.]
We were having a good night. Everyone like their dinner (it’s a Thanksgiving miracle!), no one was whiney, we assembled the Christmas tree in anticipation of actual decorating on Wednesday, and then we watched some smashmouth Steelers-Ravens football until bedtime. No one even complained about bedtime…until Bee was putting on her behemoth iPod headphones and nearly screamed. “It HURTS!” she said, startled. “My ear REALLY hurts!” I took the headphones away and told her to wait for me in the kitchen. Sometimes the girls’ ears get a little infected, so I put on some Neosporin or Bacitracin and they’re good to go. So I wasn’t expecting any more than that.

Except it turns out that the back of Bee’s ear, neck, and part of her hair were matted with blood.

Yeah, good, okay, so it was going to be one of those things.

This is what she looked like after I got her mostly cleaned up. I warned her that the hydrogen peroxide (or whatever it was – it was the bottle marked for medical emergencies) might sting a little. Then, because I am smart, I asked Bee if she was brave. “Yes!” she warbled. Being brave is Bee’s key identifier, so I knew if I invoked The Brave, she would calmly bear it if I dropped rocks on her head. Which, um, I would never do. But I’m not sure I would have rocks dropped on my head after what I went through last night. Oof.

So Bee calmly lets me clean up her ear. Then, I looked at the back of the earring to see where I needed to grab it to pull it off. That’s when I realized the earring back was buried mostly inside of Bee’s ear. I am not kidding – I had to step back and take a few deep breaths while looking at other things. Then I secretly stole some of Bee’s courage when she wasn’t looking, and dug that nasty thing out of her ear and off of the earring. And then tried not to vomit. Because there’s no crying in baseball vomiting in mommyhood.

Once we got the nasty, blood-encrusted earring back off, I was faced with this:

In case you can’t see the details, that’s a giant hole spewing blood around the earring post. That I wasn’t sure was going to stop. But! Blood! I can do blood a lot better than I can play real life Operation (sans metal tweezers and light-up nose). I grabbed some tissues for Bee, who was suddenly crying, and some for her ear, and asked if she was crying because it hurt or because she was scared. Bee: “I’m scared!” Me: “Don’t be scared! The hole will close and you’ll be FINE! Want some chocolate?” And then all of a sudden, there was no more crying. See? I can totally handle medical situations that are easily fixed with bribery.

While Bee was busy with her chocolate, I carefully slid out the front of the earring. I was afraid that was going to pull out more ear bits, but it turned out to be the easy part. Except then I realized the back Bee’s ear wasn’t just bloody – it was missing a good-sized chunk.

Oh, I’m getting queasy again… Of course, you know who thought it was cool? Gracie. She got out of bed three times to “see if [I] needed any help.” I finally asked her if she wanted to see the hole in Bee’s ear – because, really, how many times do you get to see inside your sister’s body? Not many. After that, Gracie was sufficiently pleased that she was included in all of the action and she stayed in bed. Meanwhile, I slathered on the antibiotic and somehow, summoning all of my mad mama skillz, got a bad aid to stay on Bee’s ear. She might look like she’s hiding a big-ass illicit earring at daycare today, but she’s covered.

And there you have it. Neither the Ex nor I have any idea what happened. Bee didn’t complain at all to either of us, Gracie had no idea what happened, and Bee said she had no idea. She said it hurt this weekend at her dad’s house, but then she said she hadn’t said anything, so who knows. She’s six. And sometimes very good at it! I think the last time a kid at daycare tore it out (that would be the third time that happened at daycare, 4th overall), the back of her ear was torn a little. And then the earring back worked its way in? Who knows. I just hope I never, ever, ever have to investigate any further.

Even veteran mamas have their limits.

Yesterday was not a good day for ears.

October 10, 2012

In a lot of ways, you could say mommyhood is a series of blog posts you’d never thought you’d write. Last night, when I thought to myself, today is just  not a good day for ears, while comforting the second ear-injured child, I knew I was having one of those moments. Those never thought I’d be here exactly moments.

Ear injury the first: I was on the phone with my (ex) mother-in-law, who had called to check on me and my gall-bladder-or-ulcer? issues. She had called and left me a voice mail this weekend while I was at a friend’s house, and I had listened to it, erased it, and then forgotten to call her back. Whoops. Which was why I couldn’t rush off the phone when I noticed Bee, who had just been bouncing and laughing on my bed, was  now all of a sudden crying on my bed where she had been happily lying a moment before. Upon further examination (while mid-sentence – we adventurous mamas have to multi-task, of course), I realized Bee’s new dolphin earrings had gotten stuck in the woven blanket on my bed, and when she tried to get up, it had yanked on her earring a few times. I extricated her, checked her ear, and sent her off to get an ice pack. Her ear seemed to be fine – reddened, but fine – but I knew the ice pack would calm her down and let me finish my conversation. When I got off the phone a few minutes later, I rechecked Bee’s ear and realized it was bleeding a little. It didn’t look to be ripped at all; the tiny amount of blood seemed to have come from inside the earring hole, so I wiped it with an antiseptic wipe and sent be off to bed. (With a tooth under her pillow – the second one in three days. It wasn’t a good week for teeth, either.)

Ear injury the second: Gracie had decided she wanted to change her earrings. So, after Bee was settled in bed, I got Gracie all set up at the kitchen counter with her new earrings. I pulled the backs off the first earrings, pulled and – tears. Her ear seemed to have grown over her earring post. She’d had the new ones in for a week, and hadn’t complained, but apparently her ear wasn’t very happy with them. The front looked fine, but when I finally got the earring out, the back was swollen and red and looked slightly infected. I slathered it with anti-septic and got the new new earring in there – barely. And with lots of screaming. And I had a hard time finding the back hole. Great. Gracie’s other ear looked fine, but the new earring didn’t want to go in that ear, and Gracie lost her nerve. I suggested putting in the earrings she picked out when she had her ears pierced, at least until her ears healed. I slathered both with more anti-septic, carefully removed the peace sign we had worked so hard to get in the infected ear, and braced for a second assault when I put in her original earrings. Which went in easy as pie. Of course. I told Gracie she should remember to spin her earrings every day; I’ll do it, too, when I put more antiseptic on, but it can’t hurt if she gets in the habit.

So there you have it. Another day, another round of adventures. Mine remain unscathed, but I’m thinking of putting them in protective custody until this ear curse lifts. And maybe antibiotics for everyone to ward off the ear infections. Just to be safe, you understand.

Someone REALLY hates being outdone by her big sister.

August 23, 2012

I felt like I was stuck in some horrible sort of Mommy-time-warp. Yesterday I pulled up to daycare, walked in, and got That Look from the assistant director. Turns out – and this is where the deja vu comes in – that Bee’s earring was ripped out a few moments before while she was playing with some friends. Thankfully, not her earlobe wasn’t sliced like I originally thought. They recovered the earring, but the post itself had been bent and her ear was bleeding a little. Aside from an earring being pulled out, though, she was okay.

For those keeping score at home, that makes two children who have had earrings ripped out in the two weeks they’ve been in daycare this summer.

I didn’t know whether to be irritated with daycare (one might be rotten luck, but two?), myself for getting their ears pierced so young, or the girls for being so careless. Or the universe for, you know, piling on. Jury’s still out on that, by the way.

So I gather the girls, collect the evidence earring, and drive home, trying to decide whether I could straighten the earring and try it myself – again – or if I should just drive straight to the mall to have it redone. I really didn’t want to go to the mall. So, readers, I drove home. I got the post straightened out, soaked it in hydrogen peroxide, wiped it with alcohol wipes, poured antiseptic on her ear, and told Bee to be brave.

It didn’t work.

I can’t really blame Bee. I mean, she’s wiggly by nature, but I know part of the problem was that my own hands were shaking. Re-piercing Gracie’s ear was horrible. The feeling when the earring punched through the skin? Ougiushdgfshdjfnh. Un-fabulous. So perhaps hesitation on mama’s side was part of the problem. But I could not get the earring post to find the hole in the back of Bee’s ear lobe. I decided to go to the place in the mall – let them deal with it.

The girls put their shoes back on, Bee wiped away her tears, and just as we were heading to the door, Bee decided to try one last time. Miracle of miracles, I got the post close enough to the original hole that I just punched it through. Of course, Bee was sobbing, “Let’s go to the ma-a-a-all!!!” and I was traumatized almost as much, but I just filled Bee’s mouth with Hershey’s syrup and we both felt much better. [Kim, later, after laughing hysterically: “That’s the most Ya-Ya thing you’ve ever done!” Me: “You heard me say it was Hershey’s syrup and not bourbon, right?”] I was glad it was over, Bee was happy that she re-upped her certification in Being Brave, and Gracie was happy she didn’t have to wait to eat her dinner. And it was good.

Or so I thought.

Of course, this morning when I was cleaning the girls’ ears and spinning their earrings and Gracie’s ear is most definitely infected. You know – the one I had to re-pierce the week before last. It’s not red and swollen, but I will spare you any description of how much pus and crusties I cleaned off. The poor girl jumped a mile any time I touched her ear and do you know how often I had to do that in order to clean it? A lot. Then I applied half a tube of bacitracin and twirled it through the earring hole; hopefully we can clear up the infection without having to take out her post because  I am really not keen on starting over with this ear-piercing adventure.

Let’s hope Bee doesn’t try to follow in all of her sister’s footsteps, because I, for one, am done with fun little earring adventures.

What we did on our mini half-week vacation.

August 6, 2012

I convinced the girls to do this:

What you can barely see is (drum roll, please), pieced ears! I got the go-ahead from their dad, but didn’t think the girls would let me go for it. Wait – I take that back. I knew Bee would do anything Gracie said she didn’t want to do, but I didn’t think Gracie was going to commit herself. She’s been waffling whenever it’s come up (that girl is ruled by fear, sometimes), so I was rather surprised when I brought it up our first morning home and she said she was game. In fact, the girls had to play rock, paper, scissors, lizard, spock to see who got to go first. (Yes, we DO play the geeked out version at my house; how awesome am I?) Bee won, so she went first. I was slightly afraid when the girls picked out their posts from a zillion choices – I thought I was going to have to veto the full carat cubic zirconia – but it turns out that my muchachas are very predictable: Bee chose Hello Kitty and Gracie chose peace signs. Thank. God.

So all is well at Casa de Katie. No one has lost an earring (or an ear) yet. No one has even complained about cleaning and twirling their earrings. And I get so many cool mom points.

Life is good.