Hello, flip flops...Goodbye, toes!

With the sweetness of summer comes the necessity for flip-flops and pedicures. Which is wonderful, unless you are suddenly so pregnant that you can't reach your toes. I can still see my toes, but it is now impossible for me to bend in such a way that would allow me to paint them myself.

So what's a girl to do? Enlist the help of her favorite husband! Ryan has known this day was coming and been preparing to tackle the simple job of becoming my pedicurist. The other night I got out the bucket of nail polish and a step stool and tried to talk him through painting my toenails. What a trooper! I have the best, most loving, and silliest husband I could ever dream of!
He tried so hard to paint each nail just right. There was only one problem. He's a man. He's never painted nails. He tried so hard... yet at the end he looked up with a smile and said, "They don't look good honey." Believe me, they looked decent for being painted by an amateur! What my pedicure lacked in looks it made up for in laughs and a good memory. I let the look set in a few days before resorting to asking my mom. My mom also tried really hard to do a great job, but in the end her response was similar to his, adding, "Let me just give you some money for a professional pedicure."

So today I was lucky enough to get a pro to tackle my toes. They look much better now! A big heart warmed thank you to my mom and Ryan for trying so hard! Hopefully my pedicure will last at least a few weeks and my toes will be sparkling!