My baby girl turned 12 on Friday. As a right of passage in our home, whenever you turn 12 (and are of the female persuasion), you get your ears pierced. Emme got hers pierced on the day she turned 12, at Piercing Pagoda in the mall. It was a very big deal.
Cailey has been campaigning for an early piercing ever since. But since I do not negotiate with terrorists, I held out.
I take that back. Her birthday was on Friday, but she got her ears pierced on Thursday. We had a dilemma in our house. In a last minute re-scheduling of events (which I’ll get to in a moment) it was decided that we would all travel with Fiddledaddy over to Clearwater, Florida while he filmed a small role in “Dolphin Tale 2″.
His fitting was on Friday, so our plan was to leave at dark o’clock the morning of. This would leave little time for ear piercing on Friday. And as it was, there was no time to trek down to the Piercing Pagoda on Thursday. Fiddledaddy suggested WalMart. Emme quipped, “Yeah, you get a free pair of earrings for every mistake.” I chuckled. And then I realized that Fiddledaddy was serious. Who gets their ears pieced at WalMart?
He called to make sure that they had a trained ear piercing technician (not sure what type of training this involved, but I didn’t want the bagger called away from duty to come STICK NEEDLES INTO MY BABY GIRL). He was assured that all sanitary precautions would be taken by the TRAINED technician.
Allrightythen. Cailey was game. She didn’t much care WHO did it as long as she could finally wear REAL EARRINGS. Not the press on kind. So while I did some quick last minute power shopping, Cailey and Fiddledaddy picked out a lovely pair of rainbow studs. The only thing that would have made the experience more surreal is if he had cell phoned me out of the ammo aisle to witness my daughter getting her ears pierced.
I don’t know if she was apprehensive about the pending PAIN or was horrified by the fact that her paparazzo parents were vying for a spot on PeopleofWalmart.com.
She looked totally beautiful and has been dutifully cleaning and twisting the backings. And I’m pretty sure that she’s taller.
I’m totally saddened that this was my last girl, and further piercings will be relegated to the adult versions of my daughters. I doubt that I have to worry about the boy child. As we all will never get this image out of our retinas.
As far as the trip to Clearwater went, we had all planned to stay through Tuesday. Alas, fate had other plans when on Sunday morning while swimming in the Gulf of Mexico, Jensen’s eye ended up on the receiving end of Emme’s pointer finger. (Even he admitted this was an accident, no foul play suspected.) His screams drew a crowd, thinking that most certainly there was a shark in the fray.
I got all of this second hand as I was enjoying HGTV on the hotel television. I received a call from Fiddledaddy, “I need you on the beach, stat.” I could hear the screaming in the background, so at least I knew the child was still alive.
There was blood and the injury was pretty gnarly. We decided it would be best if Fiddledaddy drove us back across the state and deposited us at home. Then he had to drive all the way BACK across the state to be back in the hotel for the morning shoot on Monday. We were concerned that in the event the eye worsened, I wouldn’t have a car to get him to medical care on Monday. And also we learned a valuable lesson in that when your husband needs to be concentrating on work, having the family along CAN BE A LITTLE STRESSFUL.
So it all worked out for the best. We’re home safe and sound. Fiddledaddy is dutifully studying his lines and keeping me in the manner to which I become accustomed. The jury is out on the eye. I’m applying a sterile eye wash, like the kind pharmacist directed. But it’s rather like applying a bandage to a small tornado.
I’ll have more stories to tell about the two short days we spent in shangri-la, but I haven’t located the camera. But I can tell you…we got to see WINTER. We were all a little bit star-struck.
So. To be continued…
Happy Monday, everyone!