We are in major prep-mode for our upcoming beach vacation. (Can I get a ‘hallelujah’?!?!) On the official pre-vacation to-do list was for me to show my nasty feet some major TLC and get a pedicure instead of constantly applying more layers of nail polish to hide my toe roots. Anna has been slightly obsessed with having her nails painted recently. To appease her habit, I roughly polish her nails (and all the skin around them) with some kid-friendly nail polish at home and we call it a day. However, a friend of mine (with a daughter that is Anna’s age) recently took her daughter to the nail salon to have a professional do the job. She told me that her daughter loved it. I had been putting it off because I didn’t think that Anna would sit still or be okay with the whole thing. But, I decided that in light of our upcoming trip, it was a good time to try it out.
About a week before the big day, I started to talk to Anna about it. She was clearly, very excited. I explained that we were going to go to a salon to get our nails done and that she had to sit extremely still and not touch her nails until they were dry. She saw pictures of her friend who had her nails done, and she asked if she could have a flower on her toe like her friend had. I told her she could and we started talking about polish colors. She was so, so excited.
The morning of the big ‘pedicure’ came and Anna was thrilled. She opted to wear her go-to frilly dress that she always sets aside for big occasions and her light-up butterfly flip-flops (those look as classy as they sound). To accessorize, she asked if she could pick out a necklace from my closet. Not wanting to rain on her parade, I allowed it. Anna picked out three necklaces to wear. Go big or go home, I say. My mom arrived at the house to witness the big event (and to help if Anna decided she wasn’t having it), and we were off to the nail salon.
Anna kept asking what they were doing to my feet. The poor girl who got stuck with me was breaking into a sweat working on my feet. I told you – they were rough. Anna asked if my feet were going to be as soft as hers. When I told her they would, the poor girl started scrubbing really hard. I wanted to tell her that I had realistic expectations. I wasn’t going for baby soft, more like a fine grit sandpaper.
Eventually, Anna was taken to another chair to have her nails painted. She sat as still as a stone and was blowing on her nails after polish was applied. What a natural! Color of choice – purple with purple glitter. And she got not one, but two flowers on each big toe.
Once I was done (or when my girl had passed out from exhaustion), I walked over to the dryer. Anna followed and climbed into a chair next to me, messing up one of her big toes in the process. Not messing up your freshly painted nails is a lesson that has to be learned over time.
To cap off the occasion, we hit up an area tea room (Miss Aimee B’s) to have a ladies lunch. The ladies were over the top for Anna. She got a ton of comments on her outfit, and a compliment from the owner for being on her best behavior . (Allow me to go polish my parenting trophy.)
All-in-all, we had a blast. Anna was over the moon for the whole thing and was completely in her element. The only issue, now she keeps asking me when we are going back. We’ve officially created a monster.