Pretty Piggies

It’s probably getting obvious that I recently skimmed through 1700+ pictures. During the process of getting 2008’s memories off of my hard drive and into Shutterfly’s care, I came across a few pictures that I remember intending to post.

I only mention it because I keep posting pictures when they were dressed for summer…because it actually was summer. Actually yesterday Lily could have totally worn this outfit. In January. When it was in the mid 70s and we hung out at the park before enjoying snow cones.

While the rest of you are able to make snow cones fresh out of your backyard, we can actually visit a permanently standing building year round and have one made for us. They even sell snowballs too. How else could we ever experience those sorts of things here in Texas?

Anyway. See these little piggies?


They belong to this freshly pampered girl.


It was actually the weekend of her potty training success. Jade was being loved on by the Gibsons a couple of hours away, while we were focusing on toilet issues with Lily for a weekend. We had taken a break for a quick haircut, when afterward she peeked into the windows of a nail salon that was next door.

What’s this place, mama? When I told her it was a place that did nails, the requests for painted fingers and toes came flowing pretty quickly. When I peeked in and saw that they weren’t busy, I decided to give it a try.

It was great. I got a pedicure while they totally pampered her.


Fingers and toes for the girl, they asked?

Sure, why not.

Flowers painted too? Just $2.00 more.

Sure.

Apparently I was a little too relaxed because I assumed that meant two bucks for flowers on her hands, feet, forehead, wherever they decided to put them.

Naivety. Really not my friend.

Thankfully they only painted them on her thumbs and big toes, because she wasn’t very patient sitting under the drying lights. I was glad I snapped these pictures before we even got in the car…within minutes she had smeared 8 bucks worth of flowers right off.

We’ve been sticking to the playroom variety of pedicures since then. The flowers I paint are cheap...because they are non-existent.