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altarflameDude, this is the story of my life -
Ananda and I cashed in her Christmas Gift Certificate the other day - a day out alone with me, with piercing her ears, getting her a manicure, having lunch and seeing a movie on the agenda.
After lengthy deliberating I got her ears done at the mall. I have heard so much negative stuff about the gun piercing, but it's how my ear holes and second holes have been done, I was never gonna get up the guts to do it myself, and no piercing shop in this county will do a 7 year old even with parent. The pediatricians here use guns or refer you to the mall. Disclaimer stated, I watched the (really nice, patient, 30-something) lady at Claire's get the whole part of the gun that would be in contact with her or the earring out of sterile wrapping and then throw it away when it had been used, and even still she cleaned the whole thing and Ananda's ear first. And it was quick and almost totally painless and looks great.
-Upon entering Claire's Ananda was HYSTERICAL - fighting and clawing to get past me and run back out into the mall as soon as we stepped through the door, even though she'd been begging for *months* to get her ears pierced. No, Ananda does not normally physically fight me O_O She was crying and clinging to me and incoherent once I got her past that hysterical phase, like I have only seen her when getting her warts removed at the dermatologist. I told her over and over I just wanted to talk, nobody was going to rush up and pierce her ears, I wouldn't make her do it we just had to TALK about it before she abandoned the idea in a fit of fear...literally half an hour later, she was sitting in the chair with a smile and some studs picked out, and she didn't even tear up when the lady did it. I really had to pull out all the stops to calm her down for it, but I KNEW she would breeze through and be so glad she did, if she just stopped to breathe. She picked out some small dangly crosses, a pack of tiny turtles, crabs and fish stud-type ones, and a pair of giant dangling wooden things with rhinestones on them, for once her 6-8 weeks with the starters is over. She LOVES having earrings...aftercare is this joyous Big Girl ritual for her.
-I thought a manicure was something rich people did? I thought it was something people were paid hourly for and went to cosmetology school to do? What I'm saying is I thought it would cost more than FIVE DOLLARS. The lady buffed and filed her nails, painted them with two coats, went around with a brush and acetone and cleaned it up a little, did a clear coat and then put her hands under the dryer and it was...$5. Maybe I just know very little about salon-anything, but I was surprised. She chose a sea-green that perfectly matches her celery crocs, by the way, and actually managed to not chew it off like she usually does polish.
-After subs and a stop in at the house for me to nurse Elise and us to change into "evening wear", we went and saw Water Horse. I found it to be mind-numbingly boring torture. It's a period piece set in World War II Scotland, for crying out loud, and the water horse part is basically a subplot. But, she was enchanted and loved it and raved about it the whole way home. So, mission accomplished I suppose. Aside from being a more-easily-impressed child, she's really got more of an attention span for documentaries and such - which this wasn't, but it felt like that to me at times.
It was very good to drive around talking together and race in and out of places all bundled up on one of our rare cold days. As we sat in the food court together it was hard to focus on everything she was saying, as it just seemed so astounding that I have a daughter I can go have lunch and get manicures with. Someone who carries her own shopping bags and eats an entire 6 inch sub.
She is flying through her schoolwork lately - all of a sudden everything from reading to place value up to thousands to cursive handwriting is simple.
We're reading Queen XiXi of Ix, another L. Frank Baum book. She is endlessly fascinated by fairies.
Today was her last rehearsal before the recital on Friday. She had her regular Tuesday ballet class, and then a 45 minute break, and then an hour long rehearsal. Whenever this happens, she wants to pack a bag with snacks and art supplies and stay there through the break by herself, so she can draw and share food and talk with the other girls. It was her own idea the first time and she approached me about it with a whole plan thought out. Now she has a friend named Sashi that has a phone number, and acts like it's perfectly normal for one of us to drop her off there for almost 3 hours without her so much as glancing back at the van.
She also got her other recital costume - red glittery leotard and black mesh tutu. But I think her favorite part of today was getting to have her ballet hair (tight, gelled bun with bun net and a wide headband) with earrings, for the first time. And she always looks SO pretty to me after dance, because (she brings clothes in her dance bag and changes in the bathroom before she comes out, now) her face is all flushed and her hair is wavy and lively from being let down.
I feel as though I should say, "It feels like it was only yesterday she was wrapped in a swaddle and nursing"...but it doesn't. It feels like every single day of 7 years and 7 months. It feels like I was 17 and pregnant and deciding to name her Ananda Rapunzel in another lifetime, or maybe even a whole other dimension. It's hard to believe that she was Isaac's age only 4 years ago.
Ananda and I cashed in her Christmas Gift Certificate the other day - a day out alone with me, with piercing her ears, getting her a manicure, having lunch and seeing a movie on the agenda.
After lengthy deliberating I got her ears done at the mall. I have heard so much negative stuff about the gun piercing, but it's how my ear holes and second holes have been done, I was never gonna get up the guts to do it myself, and no piercing shop in this county will do a 7 year old even with parent. The pediatricians here use guns or refer you to the mall. Disclaimer stated, I watched the (really nice, patient, 30-something) lady at Claire's get the whole part of the gun that would be in contact with her or the earring out of sterile wrapping and then throw it away when it had been used, and even still she cleaned the whole thing and Ananda's ear first. And it was quick and almost totally painless and looks great.
-Upon entering Claire's Ananda was HYSTERICAL - fighting and clawing to get past me and run back out into the mall as soon as we stepped through the door, even though she'd been begging for *months* to get her ears pierced. No, Ananda does not normally physically fight me O_O She was crying and clinging to me and incoherent once I got her past that hysterical phase, like I have only seen her when getting her warts removed at the dermatologist. I told her over and over I just wanted to talk, nobody was going to rush up and pierce her ears, I wouldn't make her do it we just had to TALK about it before she abandoned the idea in a fit of fear...literally half an hour later, she was sitting in the chair with a smile and some studs picked out, and she didn't even tear up when the lady did it. I really had to pull out all the stops to calm her down for it, but I KNEW she would breeze through and be so glad she did, if she just stopped to breathe. She picked out some small dangly crosses, a pack of tiny turtles, crabs and fish stud-type ones, and a pair of giant dangling wooden things with rhinestones on them, for once her 6-8 weeks with the starters is over. She LOVES having earrings...aftercare is this joyous Big Girl ritual for her.
-I thought a manicure was something rich people did? I thought it was something people were paid hourly for and went to cosmetology school to do? What I'm saying is I thought it would cost more than FIVE DOLLARS. The lady buffed and filed her nails, painted them with two coats, went around with a brush and acetone and cleaned it up a little, did a clear coat and then put her hands under the dryer and it was...$5. Maybe I just know very little about salon-anything, but I was surprised. She chose a sea-green that perfectly matches her celery crocs, by the way, and actually managed to not chew it off like she usually does polish.
-After subs and a stop in at the house for me to nurse Elise and us to change into "evening wear", we went and saw Water Horse. I found it to be mind-numbingly boring torture. It's a period piece set in World War II Scotland, for crying out loud, and the water horse part is basically a subplot. But, she was enchanted and loved it and raved about it the whole way home. So, mission accomplished I suppose. Aside from being a more-easily-impressed child, she's really got more of an attention span for documentaries and such - which this wasn't, but it felt like that to me at times.
It was very good to drive around talking together and race in and out of places all bundled up on one of our rare cold days. As we sat in the food court together it was hard to focus on everything she was saying, as it just seemed so astounding that I have a daughter I can go have lunch and get manicures with. Someone who carries her own shopping bags and eats an entire 6 inch sub.
She is flying through her schoolwork lately - all of a sudden everything from reading to place value up to thousands to cursive handwriting is simple.
We're reading Queen XiXi of Ix, another L. Frank Baum book. She is endlessly fascinated by fairies.
Today was her last rehearsal before the recital on Friday. She had her regular Tuesday ballet class, and then a 45 minute break, and then an hour long rehearsal. Whenever this happens, she wants to pack a bag with snacks and art supplies and stay there through the break by herself, so she can draw and share food and talk with the other girls. It was her own idea the first time and she approached me about it with a whole plan thought out. Now she has a friend named Sashi that has a phone number, and acts like it's perfectly normal for one of us to drop her off there for almost 3 hours without her so much as glancing back at the van.
She also got her other recital costume - red glittery leotard and black mesh tutu. But I think her favorite part of today was getting to have her ballet hair (tight, gelled bun with bun net and a wide headband) with earrings, for the first time. And she always looks SO pretty to me after dance, because (she brings clothes in her dance bag and changes in the bathroom before she comes out, now) her face is all flushed and her hair is wavy and lively from being let down.
I feel as though I should say, "It feels like it was only yesterday she was wrapped in a swaddle and nursing"...but it doesn't. It feels like every single day of 7 years and 7 months. It feels like I was 17 and pregnant and deciding to name her Ananda Rapunzel in another lifetime, or maybe even a whole other dimension. It's hard to believe that she was Isaac's age only 4 years ago.
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Date: 2008-01-09 08:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-09 09:02 am (UTC)I thought it was hilariously appropriate that they chose that one as #5, to be emphasized with each verse.