In touching his cheeks repeatedly, I noticed something: babies are soft. Like, dang soft. I mentioned this to my friend and she said, "You should feel his butt!" We both agreed that might raise some eyes in the restaurant though, so I passed.
Anyway, I touched my own face after touching his - just to see the difference? It was like sand paper, people. Sand paper, I tell you. You know who I blame??
Yeah, that guy. I'm awful about wearing sun screen - I always forget. You would think that living in a state like Michigan, I would be spared the sun's abuse! But I guess it gets me in those short months it makes its face known.
I guess I can't blame it all on the sun. Part of it might be the fact that I'm aging. I mean, I have a birthday next week and, well, not to put too fine a point on it, but rest assured, I'm not 17 months old anymore.
I briefly thought about getting a chemical peel as I stroked the little guys face (I promise I didn't stroke it the whole meal - only like 75% of the time). A chemical peel is described this way by web md, by the way:
In this treatment, a chemical solution is applied to the skin, which makes it "blister" and eventually peel off. The new skin is usually smoother and less wrinkled than the old skin.
When you read that bit about the blistering and peeling off, did you make disgusted face? Cause I did. Also, when I read about the benefits on the website, they were mostly aesthetic (acne removal, scar removal, age spots, etc). I mean, smoothness is good. And less wrinkles? Sure. But blistering and peeling? Um, no. And plus, what's up with "usually smoother"!? Not good enough.
Oh well. If you need anything sanded, let me know.
*a little more than that.