March 31, 2010

What the Heck? Wednesday: The Lego Conspiracy

Ok, everyone.  I have a confession to make.  It’s not something that’s easy for me to admit, but I’m gonna have to go ahead and put it out there if I want to stay true to who I am and hopefully maintain my sanity.  Here goes nothing…

“My name is Mary, and I genuinely fear and distrust Legos.  They have completely taken over my son, my house, and my life, and I just can’t seem to manage to dig out from under them.  Every time that I think I might have things a bit under control, those damn Legos emerge and prove once again that they are the boss of me.  And I’m thinking that maybe I should just wave the white flag and surrender because I don’t think that I have a chance in hell of winning this battle.  I’m just not strong enough.”


I have a new little theory that I’d like to share with you that has been born out of my frustration with Legos.  I am almost 100% convinced that the makers of Legos are secretly working with alcohol manufacturers in order to boost revenue.  I mean, the two totally go hand in hand.  And no, I’m not exaggerating in the least, and yes, I’m being totally serious here.  I used to have a nice area rug in my family room, but now the floor looks something like this:

What the heck?

Just in case I haven’t proven my theory to you quite yet, here are a few more arguments that will hopefully swing the vote in my favor.  I don’t want a hung jury here.

1.  The Pain Factor – On more than one occasion, I have walked into my family room to say something to my son only to wind up yelling expletives at the top of my lungs after the bottom of my foot has been nearly punctured after unknowingly stepping on the infamous Lego mound.  And every time this happens I feel like I need a shot of whiskey to numb the throbbing, and also to calm my nerves due to the fact that I am well aware that I’ve just said the “F” word very loudly in front of my 4 year old and I know that he’ll choose to repeat it at the most inopportune time.

2.  The Aggravation Factor – My son loves to build all kinds of “vehicles” out of Legos.  And every time he gets whatever vehicle he’s making almost completely put together, one of those freakin’ pieces snaps off, and then when he tries to snap it back into place, his entire creation breaks apart. And then he gets really frustrated and screams at the top of his lungs, and then that makes ME extremely frustrated FOR him, and then I just really feel like I need a glass of wine or seven.

3.  The Time Factor – Every time that my son gets a new set of Legos, there is some sort of perfect picture on the outside of the box of whatever the contents inside are supposed to build.  And the age range on that box may say 4 to 7, but the conspirators over at Lego know very well that my 4 year old is not going to be able to follow the little pamphlet of instructions included in the box in order to build the seaplane, tractor, or whatever the hell else is pictured on the front.  They are also tuned into the fact that my 4 year old will fully expect me or my husband to put the entire thing together.  And they are also fully aware that this will piss us off to no end because the damn thing takes FOREVER to build and sometimes it is virtually impossible to identify the pieces that are pictured on the instructions.  And then when one of us can’t manage to put it together, we call in the other party for assistance, and then we wind up fighting over which piece goes where, etc., and then by the time one of us figures it out and does manage to put the vehicle together, our son has completely lost interest and has moved on to something else.  And then we wind up needing a really stiff martini to get out of our respective funks.

See what I mean?  It’s all a conspiracy.

What the heck?

Have a What the Heck? post of your own that you’d like to share?  Grab my button and link up below!  And don’t forget that you can also link up your GLAM CHECK! posts here as well!  I’m really looking forward to reading all of them!

And don’t forget to stop by tomorrow for the big Mom Sexy announcement!

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March 29, 2010

A Monday Morning Glam Check

Good morning and Happy Monday to all my Mom Sexy ladies out there!  I cannot thank you enough for all of the wonderful comments that you left me on Friday’s post.  You have convinced me even more that I need to start a movement to Bring Mom Sexy Back!

Thanks to some inspiration from my bloggy sis, Shell, at Things I Can’t Say, there is going to be a new monthly “Mom Sexy” feature at The Mommyologist.  Be sure to come back on Thursday for all of the details…it’s gonna be so much fun!

For the past week or so, I’ve been feeling like a million bucks.  In fact, I’ve been on sort of a “sexy high horse” since starting a 14-day cleanse, discovering my new found Zumba addiction, and from hearing all of the uplifting words of encouragement from my fellow blog buddies.  I’m so into this whole “Mom Sexy” thing that I’ve even found myself shaking my ass while loading the dishwasher.  It’s like I’m finding my inner 21 year old or something like that.  And I’m LOVING it.  But that doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotten the fact that I am a MOM.

Yesterday, the hubster and I took our son to a birthday party at The Little Gym, which is one of those gymnastics places just for kiddos.  The party was for my good friend Kim’s little boy who was turning three.  His two-year old birthday party was also held at the same place last year, but I have pretty much put that particular party out of my mind because the memories of what went down that day are still a little too fresh.

You see, we had to leave within the first half hour of that party because my son was extremely constipated and had a ginormous turd that he just couldn’t seem to pass.  It was horrible.  He was screaming, and that log was stuck in his little bum like a cork, and once we finally got home it took him about 30 minutes to squeeze it out.  And then he laid in my arms for the rest of the afternoon because he was so traumatized.  And honestly, I was pretty traumatized too.

I wasn’t sure how much of the rock hard turd incident my son actually remembered.  Why in the hell do I underestimate him?  The kid has a complete and total photographic memory.

We walked into the party yesterday and my friend Kim was there to greet us, and my son looked right at her and immediately went into a recount of the whole poop saga.  We all had a good laugh, and I was just glad that he’d gotten it out of his system and hopefully wouldn’t mention the dreaded incident again.

I followed my son into the gym, and they were sitting all the kids down for circle time.  I went and joined the circle with him, and they started going around the room to have each child introduce themselves.  It got pretty quiet, and before the first kid could tell everyone his name, my little guy spoke up and said:

“This is the place where I had a really big stuck poop last year!”

And that calls for a…..

There’s nothing like your kid announcing to a room full of strangers that he had a big stuck poop in his bum to remind you of your place in the grand scheme of things.

But I just smiled and laughed it right off.  And it reminded me that I may be a Mom, but being able to find the humor in poop and still shake my booty like a 20 year old makes me Mom Sexy.

Can’t wait to share my newest feature with all of you on Thursday!

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March 26, 2010

I’m Bringing Mom Sexy Back

Well ladies…I took the plunge again last night and went to my second Zumba class!  I have been on a total health kick this week and I’m feeling like a million bucks…actually I’m feeling like one of those annoying women who jumps up and down and shouts to the world, “I Am Just So Happy I could Sh*!??”.  I guess that’s what happens when you quit eating sludge and ditch the booze and get off the couch and…MOVE!

I have to admit that when I attended my very first class on Tuesday night, I really wasn’t sure what to expect.  The sessions are held at our local middle school, and for whatever reason, I pictured us being in some classroom with the desks all pushed to the side and with the instructor in front and about 10 women in the class.  Um…yeah…I was WAY off!  Zumba is actually held in the gymnasium of the school, and there had to be at least 60 women there lined up willing and waiting to shake their tail-feathers.

I also was convinced that I’d be the only person in the room who is still bearing the scars of holiday mashed potatoes, gravy, and stuffing (and yes, I know that it’s the end of March and the holidays are long over, but for the past few weeks I’ve still been chowing down like every night is Christmas Eve).  I pictured a bunch of twenty-somethings with perfectly tight little tushes and rock hard abs.

Guess what?  I was wrong again!  There were women of all ages, shapes, and sizes in that room, and as soon as I walked in, I could tell that no one there was going to judge me or wonder what the hell I was doing there. And during the class, I was focused on watching the instructor on stage the whole time so that I could do my best to follow along, and I wasn’t paying attention to any of the women around me.  And I don’t think that they were paying attention to me either.  And I don’t know why I overestimate my importance so much as to think that every eye in that room will be glued to my flailing body and the fact that I have absolutely zero coordination.

I really enjoyed Tuesday night’s Zumba class.  And if there was any question in my mind about just how out of shape I am, that session certainly gave me a wake-up call.  I was sweating like a pig and running out of breath after about the third routine!  But it felt SO good to move. And it felt so good to let loose and have FUN.  And BOY did it feel good to SHAKE MY ASS.  I even felt a little bit SEXY.

Last night was my second class, and now I am officially hooked and will probably become a self-proclaimed Zumba junkie.  Since I’d gotten over that initial “new-kid-in-school” first night fear, I was able to get into a better groove and let my guard down a little more last night.  Actually, I think I let my guard down a LOT.  I’m not sure exactly what happened, but as soon as Shakira started playing over the speakers, a feeling of empowerment came over me, and in that moment I went from being a stay-at-home mom with A-cup breasts, a bit of a muffin-top, and a dimpled tush to a complete and total sex symbol.  That’s right…last night, I was a MILF.  And my hips don’t lie.

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Now that I’m on a Zumba kick, I’ve decided to make it my mission not only to bring sexy back, but to bring MOM SEXY back.  Because there is just no reason in hell that we should let the fact that we are mothers make us feel any less sexy than we were back in our college days.  We can still be sexy as ever, but it’s a different kind of sexy.  It’s MOM SEXY.  You know how everyone is saying that 40 is the new 30?  Well I’m declaring that MOM SEXY is the new 20-something-with-perky-boobs-and-no-stretch-marks SEXY.

Being able to girate your hips and shake your booty in a room full of people that you don’t know who are doing the exact same thing?  That’s MOM SEXY.

Attending an exercise class and knowing that there is a 99% chance that you won’t be thrown up on?  That’s MOM SEXY.

Letting it all hang out and not even bothering to suck your stomach in because you are there to have fun and still be able to breathe?  That’s MOM SEXY.

Standing behind a couple of high school cheerleaders with cute little bodies and not feeling the least bit insecure because you know they’ll in your position someday too? That’s MOM SEXY.

Having an entire hour to yourself and getting the blood flowing all through your body and really feeling like an individual again?  That’s MOM SEXY.

A couple times during the class last night, the instructor brought one of the really seasoned Zumba girls from the front row up onto the stage to demonstrate the routine with her.  I don’t know how long it’s going to take me, but I’m determined to be the girl on stage somewhere during my Zumba journey.  Granted, the last time that I set foot on a stage was at a fraternity party, and I got called into the Kappa Kappa Gamma Standards Committee meeting the next week for being drunk and un-ladylike in public.

Well, I’m an alum now and there’s no Standards Committee to call me out anymore, so I’m gettin’ back on that stage come hell or high water.

And that’s MOM SEXY.

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March 25, 2010

Time Out For Shaking My Booty!

Happy last Thursday of the month everyone! In case you don’t know, Heather over at Theta Mom is hosting an awesome Meme today, and she does so the last Thursday of EVERY month. It’s called “Time Out For Theta Mom Thursday”, and the rules are that you have to take one hour during the month and do something for yourself, without the kiddos, and then write a post about it and link up on her blog. It’s a great excuse to make sure you get a little “me” time each month, and it’s a great way to meet other bloggers. Head on over and join the fun!

I took my time out this past Tuesday night.  I actually left the house practically unnoticed because the hubster had brought home the new Indiana Jones Lego Wii game for our son.  For any of you who read yesterday’s post, you know that my little stud is 100% convinced that he is, in fact, Indiana Jones, and…well…that he has a “whip.”  I still can’t stop laughing about that whip.

Anyway, I seriously thought that the little guy’s head was going to explode when his Daddy surprised him with that game. I’m officially thinking about deleting my “Dear Husbands” post from Monday because of how many points he scored with me by bringing it home.  And I know that he had been meaning to buy it for our son for a while, but I’m pretty sure that he purposely picked Tuesday night to bring it home because he knew how badly I needed to get out of the house for a much needed stress relief. And what a stress relief it was!

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That’s right ladies…I totally channeled Shakira Tuesday night and shook my booty like it was my job at my very first Zumba class.  And I loved every minute of it.  And I may have been able to feel every ounce of cottage cheese that jiggled on my not-so-perfectly-tight-tush, but I can’t wait to shake it again tonight.  Because I may be a Mom, but I still have a little bit of sexy left. And honestly, shaking your ass is FUN.

Wanna hear more about my Zumba experience?  Be sure to stop by again tomorrow to hear all about how I’m shaking my tush and getting my groove back.  And I’m going one step further than bringing sexy back.  I’m bringing MOM SEXY back. Or at least I’m gonna try like hell.

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March 24, 2010

What the Heck? or Glam Check!

Ok, so I know that I usually do the whole What The Heck? Wednesday Meme every week, but I’ve decided to change things up a little bit over here at The Mommyologist. We all know that I have plenty of What the Heck? moments each and every week, but sometimes I just feel that What the Heck? doesn’t do justice to some of the things that occur around my house.

Depending on how my week has gone down, I will now either be writing a What the Heck? post, or a GLAM CHECK! post.  I will still have a McLinky each week and you can feel free to pick either of the two Memes and write your own post and link up!

Just in case you were curious, here is a little example of how to distinguish between whether you’ve had a What the Heck? week, or whether you need a serious GLAM CHECK!


I finally managed to secure an appointment with my one in a million hairdresser, but unfortunately the only time that I could get in was while the little dude was at preschool, so instead of sitting there and enjoying those two-and-a-half hours to myself, I frantically grabbed for my Iphone every five minutes to make sure that his teachers hadn’t called to report that he’d cut his finger off , and then I frantically looked at the time on the clock and tried to calculate in my head exactly the number of minutes that it would take for my cut, color, highlight, and brow wax to be finished and still allow me enough time to get from the hair salon to the preschool with a couple of seconds to spare so that I didn’t look like one of those late-ass slacker moms who never manages to pick her kid up on time.

My hair looks great, but I really didn’t get a fraction of the enjoyment that I should’ve gotten out of that appointment.  In fact, I am still kind of stressed out about the whole thing.  And did I mention that I’m doing a 14 day cleanse and part of that cleanse means that I can’t have wine?

What the Heck?


Hmm…let’s see…where shall I begin…

Upon picking my little guy up from preschool yesterday, I noticed that he still had a huge chunk of strawberry jelly on the side of his cheek from the jelly sandwich that I packed him for lunch instead of his usual peanut butter and jelly because I can’t bring peanut butter into the preschool lunch bunch arena (and no, I’m not complaining about it because I totally understand the whole allergy thing, but my kid barely eats anything and peanut butter is a main staple and sometimes I just panic a little about what else to feed him). I probably should’ve thought twice and grabbed a wipe out of my purse before I picked him up to put him in the car, but he was one step ahead of me and proceeded to wipe his mouth on my nice, light powder-blue spring trench coat.  It’s now sitting in the laundry basket and I’m seriously hoping the stain will come out.  What was I thinking in pairing a cute coat with a jelly-loving four year old?

GLAM CHECK!

The other morning, I sat on the couch and enjoyed a nice cup of coffee and a magazine while I let my little guy have a few minutes of computer time before we got dressed and started our day.  He seemed really engrossed in the Lego website that he was looking at and started giggling like crazy.  I went over to the computer to see what was so funny, and my precious son announced to me that he was Indiana Jones and that he had a whip.  The whip that he was referring to?  Oh yeah, that would be his little wiener sticking out of a hole in his pajama bottoms.  I tried to rearrange his pants and shove the whip back in the hole where it belonged as quickly as I could.  And while I was doing that my son went digging for gold in his nose and wiped a fat one right on my shirt.

Not exactly how I expected my morning coffee ritual to go.

GLAM CHECK!

Next time I think I’ll just wait until I drop him off at school and then go grab a $1 coffee from McDonald’s and sit in the peace and quiet of my car. That is, unless I happen to have a hair appointment.

I can’t wait to read some other great What the Heck? and Glam Check! stories this week!  Link up below!

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March 22, 2010

Dear Husbands Everywhere…

One night last week, I was skimming through all of the status updates in my Facebook news feed, and one of them literally had me almost peeing in my pants.  My dear friend Kim’s post read as follows:

“Dear husbands everywhere: while we genuinely appreciate you taking bathtime duties for the little ones, please do not have the misconstrued idea that those blissful 30 minutes are our “down time.” As hard as it is to believe, we would NOT mop the kitchen floor or dust the soffits during “me” time. Love, your adoring wives”.

I mean, seriously ladies…doesn’t that pretty much say it all?  Upon reading her update, I immediately commented on it and told her that I just might have to steal it for a blog post idea.  She’s one of the coolest chicks I know, so of course she said that it was no problem for me to use it!

With that being said, I just felt it completely and totally necessary to continue her “Dear Husbands” letter and write a few additions of my own.

(Disclosure:  The following little affirmations are about husbands in general, and my own dear husband may or may not have been involved in any of the behaviors that I’m choosing to discuss.  And even if he was my intended target in some of them, the fact that he lets me sleep in each and every single Saturday and Sunday completely cancels out the fact that he may or may not have driven me up the wall a time or two since our son was born.  And to any other dudes who may be reading this, consider these mini-letters as me doing you a huge favor.  And feel free to take notes).

Dear Husbands Everywhere…

“Despite what you may believe, we are not as stupid as you think.  Instead of waking up all bright eyed and bushy tailed and looking at us the next morning and wondering why in the hell we look like we’ve been run over by a semi-truck, please do not turn to us and ask if the baby was up last night.   And please do not tell us that you did not hear the baby monitor. You know very well that that kid was up half the night.  Just be honest and say that you heard the baby screaming bloody murder, but that you just really didn’t feel like getting up because you are worried that if you got up last night, that we’d expect you to get up each and every single night going forward.  And then go ahead and add in the fact that you are freakin’ exhausted too and it is very hard for you to get up in the middle of the night and then go to work the next day to deal with countless adult children.  And then get off your ass and go make us a strong pot of coffee before you head out the door.”

Love, your adoring wives.

Dear Husbands Everywhere…

“While we are well aware that you have more than a few “kids” at work to deal with, we feel no sympathy for you at all, so it’s really best not to play that card.  Here’s a little food for thought: the next time you are at work and walk down the hall to use the men’s room, take comfort in the realization that there is not a child crawling into your lap while you are trying to take a dump.  And consider yourself extremely privileged because there is a 99% chance that you don’t have someone yelling, “MOMMY! Your BUTT STINKS!” while you are trying to finish your business.”

Love, your adoring wives.

Dear Husbands Everywhere…

“The bathrooms in the house have doors on them for a reason.  Use them.”

Love, your adoring wives.

Dear Husbands Everywhere…

“Just because you put a ring on our finger and watched a human being shoot out of our cha-cha does not mean that a gateway has been opened as far as an “anything goes” concept for farting, snoring, hocking loogies, nose picking, or any other habit that you have picked up in the years since we first got hitched.  We are pretty confident that you did those things when you first married us, but you restrained yourself and didn’t do all of those things in front of us.  We consider the sudden emergence of said bad habits as false advertising on your part, and these little quirks should’ve been disclosed ahead of time so we’d at least know what we were signing up for.  For the record, we love you anyway, but the next time you decide to let a huge fart rip right after we get into bed and turn out the light, try and pretend that we are newlyweds for a minute or two and excuse yourself to the bathroom and cut the cheese in there instead.”

Love, your adoring wives.

Dear Husbands Everywhere…

“I’m sure there are a few exceptions to this rule, but for the majority of us, when we put on a new outfit and ask you if our butt looks fat, we fully expect you to say NO!  We then expect you to go into some big long saga about how you are even more attracted to us now then you were  on our wedding day and how you think we are the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen and that no model on a magazine cover could ever compare to us in your eyes.  Again, we aren’t stupid, and the fact is that if we are taking the time to ask if our ass looks fat, then we probably already think that it DOES look fat, and if we are already under the notion that our butt looks fat, then we are probably having what is typically referred to as a “fat day”, which means that our self esteem is already in the gutter and we need a little reassurance from our loving husbands.  We typically don’t ask these sorts of questions on a skinny day.”

Love, your adoring wives.

Anyone have anything else that husbands everywhere need to know?  I’d love to hear your additions!

And thanks again Kim for the inspiration!





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Posted Under: changes, life after kids, Uncategorized
March 18, 2010

Triple Paste/Triple Cream Review and Giveaway

When my son was an infant, he had the absolute most horrible diaper rash.  I mean, his poor little bottom was so raw and red that sometimes I would just wrap him in a blanket and leave his diaper off and keep my fingers crossed that there wouldn’t be any explosions while his poor little tortured tush was airing out.

I had tried pretty much every single diaper rash ointment out there, and nothing was working.  When I was totally at my wits end, I finally broke down and called the pediatrician.  I wish I had just called him right away, but I was worried about being one of those neurotic new moms who stalks their child’s poor doctor and calls him every time the baby hiccups.  I really wish I had shoved my pride aside a little sooner, because the product that my doctor recommended for my son’s diaper rash was an absolute miracle cream.

The life-saver of a product that he recommended was Triple Paste Medicated Ointment for Diaper Rash.

Developed by Summer Laboratories, Triple Paste is a fragrance free, hypoallergenic product that contains no added preservatives.  It contains several ingredients that are specially formulated to heal and prevent diaper rash, including zinc oxide, lanolin, and beeswax.

With other diaper rash treatments, I found that they really only served as a barrier to prevent diaper rash, but if the diaper rash was already present, it was impossible to get rid of.  This is where Triple Paste is different and sets itself apart from other products on the market.  Triple Paste’s long-lasting barrier works to seal out wetness between diaper changes to prevent the onset and recurrence of diaper rash, but it also provides rapid relief of raw and irritated skin.

The day that my pediatrician recommended Triple Paste to me changed my diaper duty days forever!  I will never forget how quickly it worked and healed my son’s poor little bottom, and I was more than ecstatic to see him comfortable and smiling again!

I was provided with a large jar of Triple Paste as a thank you for doing this review, and since my diaper changing days are over for the time being, I plan on giving it to a friend of mine who is getting ready to have a baby in the next week or so.  I’m sure that she will fall just as in love with this wonderful product as I did!

Diaper rash isn’t the only skin problem that ever plagued my son.  He gets these incredibly dry patches of skin on his body and he has since infancy. My husband and I call the patches “alligator skin”, because that is how rough they feel to the touch.  He has not been diagnosed with eczema, but I’d say that his condition is borderline eczema for sure.

I couldn’t have been happier when my pediatrician informed me that the makers of Triple Paste also have a product called Triple Cream.

Triple Cream is designed to heal severe dry skin and soothe dryness associated with eczema.  It is such an effective product that it can even be used for adults too!  It is also fragrance free and hypoallergenic, and it was even awarded the National Eczema Seal of Acceptance!

I have used it over the past 4 years to treat my son’s “alligator skin”, and the results are amazing.  Within two to three days of applying the Triple Cream product at night, the dry patches are completely gone.  It is not greasy at all and it is completely gentle.  My little guy never flinches when I apply it to his sensitive skin.

In addition to my jar of Triple Paste, I was also sent a large jar of Triple Cream to sample, which was a very good thing because I was completely out of my supply!  I had been kind of a slacker mom lately and kept forgetting to pick up a tube when I went to the store, so it’s a good thing that the jar came when it did!  My son had started to develop dry patches again, but Triple Cream came to the rescue!

My little guy is also getting over a cold, and the area under his nose was very raw and red.  I applied just one layer of the Triple Cream at night to see if it would help, and when he woke up in the morning the redness was completely gone.  Another miracle!

I highly recommend both the Triple Paste and Triple Cream products to combat any of your child’s diaper or skin care needs.  I honestly don’t think that there are any products on the market that compare to the quality and effectiveness of these.

Triple Paste and Triple Cream are both available as over-the-counter products at major retailers such as Babies R Us and Target.  You can also find them at some drug stores and other fine retailers who carry baby items.

Ok folks, are you ready to hear about the awesome giveaway for Triple Paste and Triple Cream that I’m hosting?

One of my lucky readers is going to win a gift basket from Triple Paste/Triple Cream that is worth $75!

Isn’t it just the cutest thing ever?  This basket is a must have for any new mom and contains a 16 oz jar of Triple Paste, a 2 oz tube of Triple Paste, a 3.5 oz tube of Triple Cream, a brushed cotton receiving blanket, a plush Triple Paste comfort bear, and the Good Night Moon book by Margaret Wise. Products are arranged in a handy, reusable oval wicker basket. Keep it for yourself or pass it on to someone you know. Wouldn’t this make the perfect baby shower gift?

How To Enter:

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Giveaway Rules:

This giveaway is open to U.S. residents over the age of 18 only.  The giveaway will begin on March 18th and will end on Friday, March 26th at 12 noon, EDT.  The winner will be chosen using random.org and will be notified via email.  The winner will have 48 hours in which to respond to the email and if I do not hear from them, then another winner will be chosen.  If your email address is not accessible in your profile, please leave it for me in the comment field when you enter.  If you are the winner and I cannot access your email from your profile and you have not left me your email address in the comment field, then a new winner will be chosen.

Disclosure:  I was not paid to write this review.  I was sent a sample of both products for my personal use as a thank you for doing this review and giveaway.  All opinions about Triple Paste/Triple Cream expressed in this post are purely derived from my own experiences in using the products and were not influenced by the manufacturer in any way.  I am not a doctor or nurse, nor do I have any other medical expertise, so if you have concerns about trying this product then please ask your pediatrician first before using the product.


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