This weekend we went back to my parents' house because my baby brother graduated on Saturday. My mom also enticed us by offering manicures and pedicures on Saturday morning. Since the last time I received a mani/pedi was possibly in the Clinton Era, I happily agreed. Mom even begged me to bring Dailah along so we could get her nails painted. This made me feel even better knowing she was going to receive her first mani/pedi exactly 12 years before her mom did.
And knowing Dailah as well as I do, I knew if any 2 1/2-year-old could sit through a morning of pampering it would be her. She's worth it, obviously.
If I still needed any more encouragement to agree to the manis/pedis, my mom told me Mimosas would be involved. I promptly signed on.
The only thing I was nervous about was my injury from Pump launch. It turns out I should've been more worried about humiliating myself with how nasty my feet were. The poor women working on my piggies had to go into a locked closet to pull out the only-for-the-worst-cases tools, which in an extremely weird way made me proud.
Anyway, I have some pretty sweet looking toes and fingers to show for it and one proud little baby as well.
Dailah getting her toes painted. She looked up at me when our feet were in the cesspool, er foot spa, and says, "Mommy, this is so fun!"
And then her nails.
My mom and Doozie.
Lindsey, hotflawedmama and Dailah.
We were there for about 2 1/2 hours. Bumped right up against nap time. She did terrific the whole time and only hit the wall at the end where she calmly made herself a bed and rested for a bit.
My grandma and sister.
Mommy and daughter.
The gang (side from my mom).