Princess Camille

I told her going to the princess spa was a reward for doing so well at her pre Kindergarten shots, but the truth is a friend wanted to take her daughter and do a date with Camille before they move away so we would have been going even if she screamed and ran and hid behind my legs when the doctor came at her with a needle (which is exactly what I did at my pre Kindergarten appointment). But it was nice to be able to say that she earned the big girl treatment for being a good sport. (She was! Three needles and only a few whimpers.)

At the princess spa they set the girls up with foot spas with bubble bath and soak their hands pre-manicure, just like mommy.  

While they are getting their treatments there is Disney soundtrack music piped in over the speakers and a pirated version of Frozen playing on the tv. Totally pirated. Elsa isn’t orange in the real deal. 

They both got sparkly blue nail polish on their fingers and toes. 

First a facial, then hair and makeup

My, how natural you look! 

All day long: “Mom is my lipstick still on?” Why yes, dear. I can see your fluorescent lips from space. 

I was suckered into the crown and wand. She hadn’t seen them, but I noticed they had quality crowns and wands (beaded on wire so they would bend and not snap) so I bought them because I had promised to replace the cheapies that I got that didn’t last. Go big or go home, right?