Round 2 ear piercing attempt a roaring success!

Freshly pierced ears!

I took Callie for our 2nd try at getting her ears pierced last weekend. I wrote about the first try here. That attempt ended with her tearfully accusing me of lying to her about how much it might hurt and refusing to go through with it, while I went home with a brand new cartilage piercing that I got to show her how easy and pain free it would be. Backfire.

I wasn’t about to bring up the ear piercing subject again any time soon. But last week, with some encouragement from her grandmother, she decided she was ready to try it again. She psyched herself up all week and put her game face on and I prepared myself to somehow be blamed for whatever happened. Not complaining, I’m just discovering that is often the mom role. I can handle it.

One last look at Callie's unpierced ear.

One last look at Callie’s unpierced ear.

Callie and her Granny picked out her starter earrings, Sapphires, her birthstone. She was giddy with nervous excitement. I was cautiously optimistic that some piercing was actually going to go down this time. The piercer (piercist?) gave her a teddy bear to squeeze and Callie kept a brave smile on her face and only squinted her eyes at the pain as both ears were quickly pierced.

It's a well-known fact that holding a teddy bear boosts bravery.

It’s a well-known fact that holding a teddy bear boosts bravery by at least 75%.

When she realized it was already over, tears started streaming out of her eyes and she said, with just the slightest tinge of hysteria, “These are tears of joy!”

Freshly pierced ears!

Freshly pierced ears!

I have to admit, a few “tears of joy” slipped out of my eyes, too. I was so proud of her. Not for getting her ears pierced, I didn’t really care whether she did that or not. But because I was caught off guard by the glimpse of her strength of character. She faced her fear and did it with a smile. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

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Guns pointed at my head all weekend..but only tattoo and piercing ones

I don't think this looks particularly scary, do you?

It was kind of a rough weekend as far as getting needles stuck in my face/head area goes. And I had it all done on purpose!

I bought yet another benignly masochistic Living Social deal that required needles to be stuck in me. (See my post about acupuncture). This one was for permanent eyeliner. Saturday I went in to get my permanent eyeliner done. Which means that I got my eyelids tattooed. That’s fairly badass, right?

What a strange experience. I took Tylenol beforehand and the makeup/tattoo artist
smeared lidocaine on my eyes so it wasn’t too terribly painful. But still . . .having
someone pull and stretch my eyelids for a couple hours and seeing that tattoo
gun coming right for my eye . . .it wasn’t the most relaxing experience I’ve ever
signed up for.

But worth it, totally. I have tiny eyes that really need the definition of eyeliner. So now I have that all the time! Rad.

I also got my upper right ear pierced on Sunday. My intention was to do it in solidarity with Callie, who thought she was finally ready to get her ears pierced.

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