Baby Spa

Did Rex and I go get manis together?  Like most moms, I dream that one day we will. Here we are at an event I was invited to promote some baby products. One of them was Episencial; they are a natural line of skin care products for little ones. Well, I guess it’s for all ages because when we walked in, I was given a lovely hand massage. I gave the lady my standard line when I’m in such a situation.

“I’ll give you two hours to cut that out.”

The other gal who was a rep for the Epicuren line of skin care had fallen for Rex (natch) and said, “Would you like a hand massage?” The almost 10 month old did not object, and you can see he enjoyed it.

Rex’s spa day continued on… but I want to wait till I get those those photos to detail that. (I didn’t have my camera and am depending upon “the kindness of strangers” digital prowess.)

Dr. Alan Greene was also there. He is the reigning champ of the healthy ways for babies. He is a pediatrician who has written some books, including “Feeding Baby Green.” Does he have a perfect name or what? We were suppose to hear him talk, but through a combination of my momsense that my kid would be melting down soon, and dumb luck that I was standing next to Dr. Green while he waited for his moment, I collared him to get my own questions answered.

A rough paraphrase of that conversation:

“So, my carpets look like crap because I’ve only had them steamed clean. I hear serious carpet cleaning is dangerous to kids.”

Him: “Yes, especially under 3 years of age. After that, not as dangerous.”

Check, will have mangy carpets till end of 2012.

“What’s with Ajax, Comet, etc.?”

Him: “No way, studies show, not so good.” (He actually had a more detailed and intelligent response to this, but I was wearing my baby as he tried to grab the vegan sushi that I was frantically trying to shove in my mouth while I interviewed a well known health expert, so some, if not all of the details are missing. I’m giving you the upshot)  “I use Seventh Generation products, but that doesn’t always get the mildew in the grout in the shower. So, a couple times a year, my wife and I use watered-down peroxide for that.”

Then he said he was really excited because in January a new product was coming out that would be the first non-chemical disinfectant that the EPA or DEA or AMA, or Rex stop pulling my hair, would certify as 99.9% effective at killing germs, and it’s made out of thyme oil.

“Wow, that is so cool. You’ll post that on your website when that comes out, right?” knowing I would never get the details right on that one.

Him: “Yes.”

Then I told him that my husband is a chef and how Mark was recently asked what his favorite seasoning was, and he said thyme. Dr. Greene liked that and asked me who my husband was. He had heard of him and had been to Campanile (or maybe I just thought he had…).  So then I told him about Mark’s new bar and eatery he was opening soon: The Tar Pit.

“And he is making the cocktails out of all fresh ingredients, ’cause you know the the whole farmer’s market thing is important to his cooking, so this is an extension of that.” I know I was there so others could promote stuff to me, but I thought, why not get my own plug in as well?

Dr. Greene is very nice, really.

I slowly navigated my body and Rex down the many staircases of this neo-gothic home that the event was held in. Wearing an Ergo carrier and stairs are not the best match. I kept saying the bullet point of our conversation over and over in the hopes I wouldn’t forget it.

The Anti-Gravitational Force

As Rex is further from my womb this particular affliction is getting a tad better, but it still exists. It’s interesting how when one becomes a mother one sees danger everywhere.  The cracks in the sidewalk, a busy intersection, Hannah Montana.  I don’t know if men get the same affliction.  My husband would throw our kids up to catch them if I didn’t threaten to have a stroke when he did so.

Hurting Your Kid

Here’s that age-old question: “How have you accidentally hurt your child?”

It seems crazy, right? Any of us would jump in front of a bus to save our kid, but there are some bumps that we accidently inflict. Don’t call child protective services! Nothing of the lit cigarette variety, but here is my confession. I hope I’m not the only one…