It has been a dusty summer. Most of you have probably seen our epic dust storms on the national news; it’s become that big of a deal. I am not a big fan of the dust, because one, it really gets my allergies going, and two, it’s dusty! Every time I’ve seen the sky turn orange I’ve tried to get some photos, and I finally managed one that not only conveys the…strange eeriness of an approaching dust storm, but one that I actually like!
In other news, Afton got her ears pierced!
It seems that ear piercing is always a “hot spot” topic for parents. In some cultures, babies get their ears pierced within a few months of being born. My husband is Hispanic, and so he wanted to do that with our girls. I said no way, no how! I was not going to put my babies through that pain, they wouldn’t understand! Of course, as adults they wouldn’t even remember the experience, like boys and circumcision, but regardless, I wasn’t going to do it. And so my husband backed off the idea. I thought more along the lines of them earning their earrings, like I did. I was nine, and the only way I could get them pierced was to stop sucking my thumb. Yes, I sucked my thumb until I was nine. But I gave it up because I wanted those damn earrings!
Lately, Afton has shown a great interest in my earrings, wanting to know what they were and why I wore them and why she couldn’t wear them. You can’t really explain the ear-piercing process to a two-year-old, much as I tried. So finally, while at the store the other day, I finally said OK, let’s do this.
Afton did great! She was barely upset, and the lady who did the piercing told us she did far better than most nine and ten-year-olds she’s pierced. Of course, she could have been saying that to make us feel good about how Afton did, but I am going to chose to believe that Afton is awesome.