Today we had a little adventure to the nail salon. From the outside, it looked like it wasn't going to be a very good place to go but as I walked in I could feel the welcoming vibes and apparently so did Gigi. She ran straight to the nail chair and climbed up and plopped down like she was the queen of the place. She carried her pink rabbit with her and sat it in the chair next to her. I look down to see how Jo is responding to the new environment and she is all smiles as she claps her hands in excitement and lets out a little squeal.
For those who know me, I am not great with new places so I avoided eye contact at first. The guy working there asked me to sign in and I normally cannot understand a thing people with a strong Asian accent say. I stood in shock for a moment, realizing I had actually heard what he had asked me to do. It makes me even more anxious if I cannot understand what someone is saying to me. It feels like I am insulting someone to ask them to repeat something. I normally nod my head and pretend to understand. At this moment, I knew this was the place for me.
The guy asked me to come to his nail table and I pushed Jo over in her stroller to watch in amazement at what mommy was doing to her nails. I told him I would like to have acrylic in french tip style. As he got my nails ready I turned my head to watch Gigi. She was consumed in playing musical chairs, as well as placing her pink bunny rabbit in every chair possible. To my other side is little Jo, playing with my teething bling necklace and drooling all over her shirt. The guy had to make me relax a million times. I explained to him that being mom means I always have to be tense and ready for the next catastrophe. He smiled and laughed as he looked past me at Gigi sticking her hands in the nail dryer. I closed my eyes for a few minutes while he put the acrylics on and took deep breaths to help me relax. It felt great to have both the girls behaving and at the same time, me getting to do something for myself. I was surprised how quickly he was able to finish them.
I asked Gigi if she'd like to paint her nails for being such a big girl while mommy got hers done. She smiled and ran to the nail polishes to pick out which color she would like to have. She looked at the yellows, greens, purples, and blues but decided on a deep red. I felt this dark romantic color wasn't appropriate for a 2 year old young lady and picked out 3 shades of pink. There was a sparkly light pink, a matte darker pink, and a shiny bright pink. She looked them over closely and touched each one with her little pointing finger. She smiled and grabbed the shiny bright pink and started to giggle.
We headed over to the nail chair and she knew exactly what to do. She jumped in the chair so fast and hurried to stick her feet in the air. The nail tech lady bent down and opened the bottle of polish. Gigi was so excited she could barely contain the energy she had built up. She placed her little hands over her mouth and squealed. Gigi watched very closely as she painted each little toe nail. After finishing the first one, Gigi stopped and looked at her toes and laughed. Then she stuck out her other foot and started getting a little impatient wanting that one done too! The lady hurried to paint them and Gigi couldn't help but giggle even more. Finally they were finished and Gigi jumped down from the big chair and started walking around on her tip toes to show off her new toes. As she walked quickly around the store she ran straight into a chair because she was so consumed in her pretty pink nails.
Hope yall enjoyed today's story! We had a great day and Gigi is in love with her toes! :) I am still trying to get used to these nails, I have always had extremely short nails because I bite them. (EEEEEK, I know I shouldn't but it's my nervous habit!!) Thank yall so much for reading, means a lot to me!!! <3 <3
Love this. ♥ I'm so happy you found a place to go pamper yourself that you and the girls felt comfortable at. :-)
ReplyDeleteaww I would have loved to watch Gigi's face great post <3
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