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Let’s face it. I have straight up man hands. Super ashy and always dry. I blame it on the fact that I despise putting lotion on. First of all, you have to wait forever to air dry before you put your pants on. And, ain’t no body got time for that. Okay, maybe most people have time for that but I’m always running around last minute. Let alone the fact that I have to get another human ready. Isla, not Taylor. So, you see where my 15 minutes of lotion air drying time goes. (Hint: I trade it in for an extra 15 minutes of sleep.)
Except, now I throw up the deuces to my old lady hands because I found my cure all. And, it doesn’t involve lounging around baring it all until I’m dry as a bone. It also doesn’t involve me feeling like a grease monkey. I’m either one extreme or the other when it comes to moisturizing. BUT, a couple of weeks ago I stumbled on The Savvy Heart. And, let the heart eye emojis fly. Because they have the coolest products that fit oh so nicely in our lifestyle. A few days later, the mailman arrived on our doorstep with their Body Resurfacer, Body Oil, and a few rings (because I’m no longer have to hide my man hands).
Oh my heavens, does this stuff make me feel all pampered with the most minimal effort. Just the way I like it. I exfoliated with the Espresso Body Resurfacer. Dreaming about the day when I can have my own espresso machine to attempt (keyword, right there) some latte art. And, followed it with a couple drops of the Oatmeal + Honey Body Oil. And, let me tell you. I am in shock that the back of my hands are looking ridiculous! Confidence level: on high.
I gave my rundown of what I trust to use on my skin a little while ago. So I thought it was only fair to go-over Miss Quinn’s latest battle. Poor Isla girl has been battling a little case of eczema. Yes, I was the mama heading into the doctor paranoid she was having an allergic reaction to only God knows what. Seriously, sometimes only God knows what random thing she has quickly shoved in her lock jaw. But, thankfully it was just eczema and so far, nothing she’s found has impaired her life in any way. Wait. Hold up. Okay, I’m back. Just had to pry some dried banana she found from her Kung fu grip. I swear we don’t live in a total pig sty. Just a house full of unfinished list of to-dos. Product of having a babe.
Back to where I was going with this. We stumbled on Tubby Todd (only after testing out a bajillion other brands) and it has been Isla’s cure all! She has a bath tub full of bubbles (perfect for pirate mustaches… Until she eats it. Thankfully, it’s free of toxins, sulfate, parabens, artificial fragrances and nicely packaged in a BPA-free bottle.) And then gets all lathered up in the dream cream afterwards. I’m a firm believer in the mom-style lotion application. You know, the super sonic warm up method in your hands. Not trying to send my babe into freezing lotion shock.
If you’re in the market to find a worry-free bathing option for your babes, I highly recommend Tubby Todd‘s products. It’s even husband approved. And he’s one of the toughest critics out there. Literally, he just asked what I was writing about and when I said Tubby Todd. He got super excited and was like, “oh yeah! I really like that stuff!” There you have it folks. And if that’s not enough proof, just know I catch him sneaking the lotion for himself.
This post was sponsored by Tubby Todd Bath Co.
You know when sickness just rampages your household and you have to burn purge anything you came in contact with, like your bed sheets for example. Well, my solution? Just throw a pair of our replacement sheets on the bed. The back up set that everyone and their mother owns. Oh wait. I don’t own any of those. To target, I go. And of course, I’m drawn to the beautiful white sheets that I’ve avoided for years. I’ve gone down the tan road. And even the gray road. But always steered clear of the beautiful bright white road out of sheer fear. Because I’m a big ol’ bag of lazy and when nighttime rolls around sometimes the strength to take off my makeup and wash my face just straight escapes me. But not this time folks, I bought the white sheets. Aww, sheeeeet. And ever since, I’ve washed my face e’ery night for the sanctity of my sheets.