Learn How to Take Care of Face After Facial Clean

Deep facial cleans at the salon can feel like heaven for your face, but that heaven makes face sensitive. I miss going to the salon for a face clean. Hell, I would do it now if I wasn’t bogged down with work. I would go there and lay down. Let them apply creams and specific face procedures to my face. Unclog the pores and let all the wrinkle lines on my face sink back into the skin. Give me the pretty young girl look that looks like she is innocent. Yes, it feels nice but it comes with a price. After each facial clean, you need to be careful with your face. Face becomes stripped of all its defensive skin layers. You got to watch where you walk and what you let touch your face. Here is more information for telling you what to do down below.

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Stay Hydrated and Consume Water

Your skin is going to become dry from not having the barrier placed in for keeping skin moisturized, so consume a lot of water and I mean a lot. After you leave the salon from a facial clean, your face is very fragile and wanting to turn dry. The barriers have been stripped from it, so you got to hydrate your throat with drops of water. Refuel the electrolytes in your face that need water to make the face stay smooth for the next three days. After three days, you won’t have to consume much water. However, water makes your face look younger and it is always great to wash face with water. Hydrate your face week to week and make all the moisturizer you need to stay young looking stay longer. Additionally, water helps you think better and make better decisions. If you don’t like drinking water for energy and looks, then drink it to help you make better decisions when your sober.

Avoid Going Out in Day Time

Avoid going out int he Sun for the next three days. Your face is turning dry on its own to heal itself. It thinks it is in pain but looks wonderful. To slow the dry process and make your 3 day wait process better, avoid the Sun and don’t plan to do things in the Sun for long periods. It doesn’t matter if it is just a one hour conversation. You must not allow the Sun’s ultraviolet lights to make your dry skin worse. Buying a the best facial kit for dry skin is for after waiting three days and trying to help your skin become better looking. Do not go outside and assume the best facial kit for dry skin can block Sun rays for the first 3 days out from deep face clean procedure. If that Sun burns you when your face skin is in critically stage, your going to need more than make up to make your face look good again. Patiently, wait the days and then apply the best facial kit for dry skin and whatever make up you feel like wearing. Very important, to wait three days and avoid the Sun after a deep clean face procedure. Also, wear a hat to cover your hat completely. One of those old church hats would be good for the next three days. But, don’t be out there all day. Use the hat to move in the Sun to another location with no Sun.

Skip Treating Face for 3 Days

I mention this before, skip treating your face for the first 3 days after having a face clean procedure from your local spa place. I know you want to look good every day but you got to wait three more days to do that. Or else, your going to experience pain that could occur in a burning, itchiness, skin cracks, skin cut bleeds, dryness, and skin peeling. None of these things are things you want to experience. Life has its times where you need to wait. This is one of those times where you need to wait. Ignore this advice and you could end up in that hospital you passed the other day.

Can Baby Lotion Cause Baby Additional Problems

Baby lotion generally does not cause harm to newborn babies. Babies have soft and sensitive skin. That skin turns dry every so often. Makes sense for a mother to think about using lotion. Do not be afraid to add on a little baby lotion to fix the problem. Lotion is completely harmless to babies. In fact, the best baby lotion can hydrate the baby’s skin to the perfect balance and retain all the baby’s softness. Some doctors claim its not safe for some newborn babies to have lotion. There are some babies that do not react to lotion well. Luckily, there is only a small amount. For the most part, you can apply your favorite lotion on baby without feeling some kind of way. Read more on this subject down below.

Only Use Lotion When Baby Has Dry Skin

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The time to apply lotion on baby is when the baby has dry skin. Smear on the best baby lotion to get the highest baby skin results. Baby lotion has a main function or reducing dryness and helping the skin heal cracks that show up. Now, there are some babies that do not have dry skin when their born. These babies do not need baby lotion on their skin. To repeat, they do not need you putting baby lotion on their skin. These newborn babies have a very special vernix skin layer protecting them. It comes with them when they pop out the womb. The layer peels off after 4 to 6 weeks. By that time, you could add some baby lotion onto the baby. In the end, apply baby lotion to babies that have dry skin.

Apply Lotion After Baby Bath

Babies react to baths differently from adults. I am not talking about them screaming from not having time to be a baby. I’m talking about their skin. It touches with the skin and it quickly dries. Apply lotion to the baby’s skin to support the baby drying up for each bath. Release the dry skin trying to clog up the baby’s natural beauty. Preventing the baby from looking healthy and being able to move around in a smooth way. Also, preventing the baby from crying about its skin having little cuts from dryness. Dry skin can cut up on its own and open a whole lot of blood scars. Otherwise, the baby will not look as good as you want it too. IU know your tired when the day is over. But, take the extra step to make your baby strong for the coming days. A strong baby is baby that will last threw the tough times.

To add depth, place lotion on areas where the baby is not going to put something in its mouth. The elbows, neck, knees, armpits, and butt is good example. These areas are in places where the baby can not puit something in its mouth. You won’t have to hear the baby choke or cry all night because it ate lotion. Pay attention to where you put the baby lotion and the baby will sleep like a baby should.

Don’t Use More Then One Lotion Namebrand

Ordinarily, you use different lotions on skin because you like the smell, but do not do it on your baby. Babies pretty much react to everything that touches them. One little stain to you can put them in the hospital. Make them cry less each night by sticking to one brand of lotion that works well. One brand of lotion can teach the baby to accept lotion into its skin. Prevent he or she from getting unnecessary rashes and acne break outs. Keep using the same brand of lotion until the baby is 5 years old. By that time, their body is developed enough to handle different chemicals coming in from the skin. In conclusion, use the same namebrand on baby to prevent it from catching reacting injuries.

We’re Missing the Point About ‘Conscious Uncoupling’

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Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin are getting divorced. We heard all about it straight from her GOOP website with a statement from the couple that began with “It is with hearts full of sadness …” and went on to say “We have been working hard for well over a year … and we have come to the conclusion that while we love each other very much we will remain separate. … We are parents first and foremost … consciously uncouple and coparent ….”

The journal entry was called “Conscious Uncoupling.” And I will admit that my first thought went to the opposite — unconscious coupling, which makes me think of someone having blackout drunk sex. And then I felt sad for Gwyneth. Not about the opposite, but about the reality. Going through divorce when you have two kids. For once in my life, I am experiencing the same thing Gwyneth is experiencing. Divorce, no matter how it comes to be, is a painful and difficult experience filled with self-doubt, confusion, and conflicting emotions. Yet there are so many of us picking apart Gwyneth and Chris’s choice to call their separation “conscious uncoupling.” That is the focus. The phrasing. The neatness of it. The Gwyneth-ing of divorce. Goopified. Perhaps, tidy.

It’s not tidy. It’s a mess. It’s more goopy than Goop. Because that’s what divorce is.

Still, do we even know what conscious uncoupling is? How many people read the journal entry beyond Gwyneth and Chris’ statement? When I finally did, I was enlightened. I related. I was moved to tears. And I learned quite a few things, not just about divorce, but about love, being in love, and having a solid, healthy relationship.

The fact is that 50 percent of all marriages end in divorce. And Dr. Habib Sadeghi and Dr. Sherry Sami — the experts who added to the Goop post — shared that this divorce rate isn’t the problem. It’s a symptom of a bigger issue — how we are in relationships.

Maybe we aren’t meant to be with some people for the ever and evermore. Some are and can and do amazing when coupled forever. Sometimes, though, it’s time to move on. Time to get going … what lies ahead I have no way of knowing. (Sorry, got caught up in a Tom Petty song.)

As the doctors say: “Everyone enters into a marriage with the good intention to go all the way, but this sort of longevity is the exception, rather than the rule. It’s important to remember too, that just because someone is still married doesn’t mean they’re happy or that the relationship is fulfilling. To that end, living happily ever after for the length of a 21st century lifetime should not be the yardstick by which we define a successful intimate relationship: This is an important consideration as we reform the concept of divorce.”

When it’s over. It’s over.

But to make it in a marriage, we have to remember that ‘honeymoon phase.’ When it ends, “we stop projecting positive things onto our partners and begin to project our negative issue onto them instead.” Now how crappy is that? We do it, though. Negative. Negative. Negative. I’ve learned so much about this negative nonsense that I work on it every single day. For me, I try never to meet anger with anger. We’re all going to get angry sometimes. We are human. And sometimes we immediately want to get mad at the person mad at us. Not a good idea. How does that solve anything. Oh yeah? I’m mad at you because you’re mad at me. Take that? No thanks. It’s during those times we have to channel the calm — ohm it out for a second — and find out why the other person is mad. Calm that. Work on that. Understand that.

Arguments don’t need to escalate if you don’t want them to.

I love this quote: “We’ve put on our armor and we’re ready to do battle. What we don’t realize is that while a full body shield may offer a level of self-protection, it’s also a form of self-imprisonment that locks us inside a life that repeats the same mistakes over and over again.”

I used to have a hard external shield. It’s gone. Mostly. I’m a highly sensitive and emotional person. I’m okay with being vulnerable. I want to give love fully and I’m willing to risk it all. Because the reward is the best there is. “When we learn to find our emotional and spiritual support from inside ourselves, nothing that changes our environment or relationships can unsettle us.” I’m not going to imprison myself with the bad things that have happened. I’m not going to dwell in negative energy and resentment.

We have today. This we know. Which is why today we need to love. To follow our heart. If you are in a situation that is unhealthy for you — emotionally and/or physically — that needs to change. If you are in a relationship that makes your heart explode with happy, breathe that in, experience it, consciously live it to the fullest.

“The idea of being married to one person for life is too much pressure for anyone. In fact, it would be interesting to see how much easier couples might commit to each other by thinking of their relationship in terms of daily renewal instead of a lifetime investment. This is probably the reason why so many people say their long-term relationships changed overnight, once they got married. The people didn’t change, but the expectation did.”

Daily renewal. Look, I believe in the lifetime investment. I do. But I also believe in the daily renewal. This is how relationships last.

Check out the doctors’ explanation of conscious uncoupling: “A conscious uncoupling is the ability to understand that every irritation and argument was a signal to look inside ourselves and identify a negative internal object that needed healing. Because present events always trigger pain from a past event, it’s never the current situation that needs the real fixing. It’s just the echo of an older emotional injury. If we can remain conscious of this during our uncoupling, we will understand it’s how we relate to ourselves internally as we go through an experience that’s the real issue, not what’s actually happening.”

Divorce can lead to a healthy, if not healthier, relationship with an ex. It can teach you lessons to make you a better person — we can all learn from it, even the married ones. We have to let go of past triggers, never meet anger with anger, stay conscious in our coupling as well.

That’s the phrase I want to come away with — conscious coupling. Loving fully. Without armor. Living today. Being in the moment. Cherishing life, and love.

A Note About Dying That Other Kind of Death

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I’ve thought about dying. Death. Being gone from this world. It gives me this icy feeling inside my being, my heart lowers, breath is drawn out. I’ve died many times in my lifetime. We all have. This is the other death I think about. Parts of us die — we shed hair, nails, skin. Physical parts of our being leave us. Emotional parts leave us, too. Our hearts break; love dies. And it feels like a part of us dies along with it. It does. We die. Everyday some part of us dies. Some days the death is harder. Other days it’s as simple as a manicure. A nail trim. But then we get a new polish. A new color. A new kind of life.

The French writer Chateaubriand once said something that resonates within me. To paraphrase, he said we have not one life, but many lives stacked end to end. That is the cause of his misery. One life can end, allowing another life to begin. We can face heartbreak and then meet someone who gives us their heart, healing that part of our core we thought was gone. We find passions and see sunsets or newborn babies and our hearts rise, and heal; we take in deep breaths of gratitude and contently exhale. New life. After a death. Our own death. That other kind of death. But that misery part Chateaubriand wrote of, that is up to us. Since death, in this sense, gives us a rebirth, it doesn’t have to cause misery. Or rather, it’s because of that misery that we see how amazing life can be. You cannot have the highs and experience the pleasures without knowing about the lows and feeling the sadness. This other death can lead to a joy you never knew possible.

I’ve died that other kind of death. And now I’m alive, awakened, my heart fuller than it ever was before. I have had not one life, but many lives stacked end to end. I’ve made it the cause of my happiness. I’m wiser. I’ve learned. I’m experiencing life … after death.

Dear Brooklyn

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Dear Brooklyn,

We’ve always been close. Forbell Street in East New York holds so many memories of my childhood. My parents lived there when I was born, my Aunt Tena lived on another part of Forbell, and my best friend Colleen lived upstairs. It was my home away from home even when I moved to Ozone Park, Queens. I remember block parties and being scared to ride on the top row of King Kong. I remember the shootout hostage situation, too. No one was killed; don’t worry.

My family left you and the city when I was 13. We were robbed. Home invasion. We were home. My dad was at work though. That’s another story for another time. We moved upstate where the cows roamed. It was weird at first. I hated it. Then I loved it and vowed I’d never move back to you again, dear Brooklyn.

I broke that vow and moved back in 1998. Or was it 99. How old am I? Nevermind. I moved back to you Brooklyn but this time it was a short stint in Park Slope, then to Greenpoint. Eagle Street. Back when hookers used to walk on West. Way before the condos or cool restaurants and bars opened up. I lived in so many different Brooklyn apartments after that – different places in Boerum Hill, Cobble Hill, Carroll Gardens, and Gowanus.

I got married, had twin babies, and Brooklyn was our home.

Last year we left you, dear Brooklyn. It seemed like the best idea at the time. Like better than making pancakes for breakfast kind of great idea … with Nutella on top. I went back to the cows and moved up to the country with the frogs and the bugs and more than one bathroom and a garden and a porch and hammock swing and the space and closets and a washing machine and dryer and all the things I thought was a dream come true. I left you, dear Brooklyn, for New Paltz. And all those years ago, I had left New Paltz for you.

My dearest Brooklyn, I need you again. I’m coming back to you. I’m changed even though it’s only been a year. You see, I’m getting divorced. Yes, me. Don’t feel sorry for me, though. I just need your busy streets more than ever. I need your crowded parks with kids playing even in a little rain or a little cold. I need your walkable things to do. I need your Chinese take-out and Buddy’s Burritos and your delis with Dancing Deer Blondies. I need my friends and family in my favorite borough. Brooklyn, I need your love. I need your friendship. I need to find an inexpensive but good apartment for me and the kids. (Help!) We are figuring this out – what to do, where to live, new routines. It’s hard sometimes. It’s … complicated. It’s life. My life. Changes. I’m figuring it all out as I go. It’s strange, a little, to work – function — within all of my changes going on. But I am. And since I’ve been reaching out slowly and sharing those changes, I’m finding out how good you’ve been to me, dear Brooklyn, and how good the people of Brooklyn have been to me. You’ve made me feel it’s possible – you always have even when I moved to you all those years ago without a job and an unclear direction. I feel positive. I have to be. I have two amazing kids who remind me every day how I’m able to accomplish the most incredible things. After all, I made them! In my belly! I do things that are totally right sometimes! And I know I can still do that. In Brooklyn. Again.



Help! I need parent friends!

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This is my call out. I want some parent friends! Because I am missing my mommy friends back in Brooklyn very much. My Becca and Finn. My Sara and twins Maggie and Dorothy. The dads and moms I would see at the parks every day. I miss you all. You see, I love New Paltz. There is nature and deer trotting across our lawn and we have a frog pond and the kids love love love it all, but the parks aren’t the same around here.

Today I went to the park at the elementary school and no one was there. NO ONE. The other day I went to the park in town and there was one other mom there with her son who was older. Where are all the moms and dads and kids who are around my kids’ age? Is there a secret place I don’t know about yet? Do people just stick around their homes because they have lawns and yards and playsets and just have people over?

Tonight we are going to Festa, a local church’s fair, with friends who thankfully have a daughter who just turned 3. My kids will get some interaction with another kid close to their age. I’ll be scouting other parents there too, hopefully to make some parent connections. Making friends is hard. And I really miss the ones I have back in BK.

Things I’ll miss about Brooklyn: Jesus living on Wyckoff St.


We put an offer on a house in New Paltz! Squeal! Who knows what will happen, but when I passed by Jesus today he said the outlook was good. He lives on Wyckoff Street in Cobble Hill in case you didn’t know. Or maybe some think that’s Carroll Gardens. I have no idea where one area begins and the other ends. Well, I do have an idea but so does everyone who lives around here and the ideas are all different.

The son of God though is on Wyckoff, just down the street from my old apartment, between Court and Smith. His apartment, based on what people pay around these parts in Brooklyn, probably would cost $200 a month. But you know, he’s JESUS, so he’s been here a bit so maybe His rent is a lot cheaper.

He’s awesome.

31 somewhat narcissistic things I am thankful for

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You know how so many people were doing that Facebook thing where everyday they said another thing they were thankful for? Yeah, I didn’t do that. But it did get me thinking about what I’m thankful for this Thanksgiving. Of course, I am thankful every single day I am alive because after what I went through to give birth to my twins, it really did show me the fragility of life.

Whoa. Got really serious up in here. Taking it down a notch, I realized that I am thankful for many things that really don’t mean much, but you know what? Screw it. They mean something to me. And yeah, I’m thankful for all that really deep stuff too. So here goes (just a little sap peppered in) …

The 31 somewhat narcissistic things I am thankful for …

  1. I don’t have stretch marks. Not a one. Terribly thankful there.
  2. I’m thankful I fit into my pre-pregnancy clothes.
  3. I’m thankful people tell me I look 25 when I tell them how old I really am.
  4. I’m thankful for those very people who lie to me so I feel all young and supple.
  5. My breasts got better looking after breastfeeding my twins. Thank you, my boobies.
  6. I’m thankful I have really freakin’ awesome kids.
  7. I’m thankful when they sleep through the night.
  8. I’m thankful I grew my hair out all one length because I don’t have to ever blowdry it (braid and go when it’s wet).
  9. I appreciate my grey hair.
  10. I’m thankful my husband still wants to be my husband.
  11. And he is really dang cool except when he’s being a poopy diaper.
  12. I’m thankful I can call him a poopy diaper and he won’t get that mad.
  13. I’m of course thankful that if he does get mad we make up pretty quickly in the best way two people can make up.
  14. I’m thankful that he doesn’t freak out when I take a hiatus from the razor.
  15. I’m thankful you are reading this.
  16. I’m thankful I don’t mind the way I look without makeup.
  17. I’m also thankful that when I put on makeup I think Hey now! You look pretty good!
  18. I’m thankful my parents are amazing grandparents.
  19. I’m thankful I’m less angsty as I age.
  20. My backne cleared up after pregnancy, thank you very much.
  21. I’m thankful my one false tooth that got knocked out playing punchball when I was 12 never fell out in public. Yet.
  22. I’m thankful my friends may get annoyed with me but they love me and are still my friends.
  23. I’m thankful I don’t get hung up on stupid stuff that much anymore.
  24. I’m thankful my kids eat fish even though my husband and I find it repulsive.
  25. I’m thankful I don’t mind hand-me-downs, shopping at yard sales, or really inexpensive stores.
  26. I’m thankful that I am hopeful.
  27. I’m thankful I don’t live in Zuccotti Park or near it — getting around with twins would be hard.
  28. I’m thankful I can eat a lot of chocolate and cake and not gain weight.
  29. I realize that may change with age but for now I have to be really thankful for it so it deserves two spaces on this list.
  30. I’m thankful I don’t mind the way I look with glasses because not being able to see kind of sucks and the thought of putting little round things in my eyes everyday freaks me the hell out.
  31. I’m thankful for the time I had to write this while my kids were peacefully napping.

Happy Thanksgiving!

The lovely Leila Shams took this photo. I’m thankful for that, too, of course.

My highly riveting list of things I really want to do before I get too old …

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I have a running list in my head of things I want to do or have. But since it’s hard to get anything done until I write it down, I thought writing it down here might help some of these things really happen. Sure, some are lofty and frivolous, but whatever, we’re talking stuff of dreams, man. Live it!
Realistically, some of these things may never ever happen. But wishing it could sort of keeps the dream alive (or just taunts me into realizing my mortality). Okay, I’ll stay with the glass half full there.

So here they are … the things I want to do or have …

1. Take a trapeze class.
2. Learn how to play the violin.
3. Record that song with my hubs that we keep saying we will do and never do.
4. Move upstate (this is actually in the works).
5. Have another baby.
6. Own a real couch, not a futon. (Look, totally achievable!)
7. Get over my fear of flying.
8. Own a ’72 Chevy Nova in cherry red.
9. Own a Ford F1 pickup truck from late 40s/early 50s, any color.
10. Have a yard with some chickens.
11. Have a dog that uses the toilet.
12. Have a cat or two that uses toilet and doesn’t scratch.
13. Finish my book.
14. Finish my other book.
15. Start that other book I keep thinking about.
16. Visit my Aunt Tena and Grandparents at the cemetery way out on Long Island.
17. Drive a motorcycle.
18. Have a little ‘around town’ Vespa.
19. Road trip more.
20. Go on a mud-loving vacation where I ride ATVs in the woods all day.

That’s it for now.

Origin of Tattoo Vespa Girl image

Holy Dracula Halloween Fun Times!

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Halloween weekend came and went with some incredible swings of emotions. Perhaps only I can cry at a church basement Halloween party with indoor bouncy houses, a DJ wearing above the belly button track pants, and Jesus in a glass coffin behind a slightly open curtain, but seeing my son start dancing to the Monster Mash brought out the waterworks. I blinked ten times fast and it was gone though. No one knew … except maybe Jesus. Who clearly showed his appreciation for my sap with an explosion of candy. Oh wait. That was dracula … THE dracula who was really the funeral director who handed out candy from a coffin hand-carved in Italy at his funeral home.

Take a look at all the dancing!

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Above is my parents (aka Me-ma and Pop-pop) outside the funeral home.

Yes, a funeral home was open for trick-or-treaters on Monday, but I mistakenly thought it was on Saturday. So in the middle of the WTF-WHY? snowstorm that hit us, and after the church party, I, along with my husband, the double stroller of twins, and my sister- and brother-in-law in town from Wisconsin (where there was NO snow), walked to see what kind of fun these people really put in funeral. The doors were locked. THANK YOU JESUS! Because I led us there on was the wrong day! I don’t want to imagine the look of horror on everyone’s face if they were open and I pushed in with all the snow and 2-year-old twins shouting Happy Ha-whoa-weeeeeeee! Luckily the real Halloween was full of sunshine.

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In the three days of celebrating, we had some costume changes. Hunti was mini Drew Brees, the Saints quarterback, OR he was a pirate. Arrrgh! Pippi was a Saints cheerleader OR a Toddler & Tiara contestant (without spray tan). I was a cat;
I said ‘meow’ a lot; my husband, in-laws, and even my parents who LOVE dressing up were all lame and didn’t have a costume of any sort. Okay, except for those bat ears I told hubs to wear.

Still, it was anything but boring. I even got kudos from a local mom when I was handing out “candy” on my front step. Her kid got the organic and real fruit gummies instead of the temporary skull and crossbone tattoos. (The tattoos were way cooler, though.)

My favorite holiday got even more favoriter. Hope you had a great Ha-whoa-weeeeeeee!