I don't consider myself to be a "girly" girl and I think most who know me would agree. Well, my husband might disagree just a tad because he knows I hate bugs and that I hate getting dirty. He thinks those two thinks alone equal total girl.
I grew up with two brothers and numerous boy cousins. And many of my closest childhood friends were boys. I grew up asking for a BB gun for my tenth birthday and wanting a Swiss Army pocketknife for Christmas. And for the record, I got both. I hated wearing dresses and sometimes still do. I, along with my cousin, Leigh Anne, once went practically an entire summer without brushing our hair. And who could forget the bonnet story?
But one "girly" thing I especially love is having my toenails painted. I like to paint them. I like others to paint them. I like pink toes and red toes. I especially like a "french manicure" on my toes. Or would it be called a "french pedicure"?
And now, I am passing that love on to my little girl.
I was sitting on the back porch earlier today painting my toenails. Morgan Kate was very interested in what I was doing. Once I was finished, I scooped her up, brushed off her little toes and began painting. She had the BIGGEST smile on her face! She was so still and seemed so content. The tricky part was getting her to leave them alone long enough for them to dry.
As you can see, I wasn't very successful with the "tricky part". But regardless of the smears she loves her new painted toes. And so do I.