Pedicure and Dancing

Today we went to the nail salon for your first pedicure. In typical Quinn fashion, you were very decisive about your nail color: red. You picked out such a nice red, in fact, that I decided to use the same color.

You were so patient and well-behaved in your little chair as the manicurist did your toenails. And once they were done you continued to sit patiently until I confirmed that they were dry and you could get up. You were so pleased with your pretty red toenails! And then, when the owner gave you a peppermint candy, you were even more pleased.

I can't believe you're just 2 1/2 (the nail salon folks couldn't believe it either!) and we're already getting to share such nice mother/daughter time. A sign of things to come.

Also, before I forget, I wanted to relay a story that's one of your daddy's favorites from last week: We were at the DeYoung museum listening to a multicultural band play music influenced by a widerange of countries around the Middle East. Accompanying the band were some wonderful dancers doing amazing belly dancing, slithering and slinking their way in front of the stage. When the dancers took a break, you and Marcel ran right out there to show off your belly moves. You danced for a while until someone told your daddy that the dancers were coming back so you all needed to clear the way. When your daddy told you the dancers were coming, you looked at him seriously and said: "But WE are the dancers."