Showing posts with label Sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sick. Show all posts

Monday, September 19, 2011

Not a Paid Endorsement

If you have a child, and that child has a nose, chances are right now, or in the very near future, you will be dealing with snot.

Sorry. There's no way to sugar coat it.

Cold season is coming, or in our case, is already here. Meg's nose started running Saturday afternoon and by yesterday had turned into a full on faucet. I'm home with her today because she didn't sleep at all last night, waking up every hour to cough or just breathe, despite the Vicks Vaporub we smeared all over.

The one saving grace in all of this? Boogie Wipes.

Really, these things are magic. They say they are just saline and vitamin E, but there has to be some magic in there too. They probably just can't put it on the label because of the FDA.


My Mom found Boogie Wipes last year when Meg was in the throws of last year's cold season. At first I was not so sure. Actually, I was bitchy. I figured my Mom had been suckered by a nice package with a catchy name when a wet paper towel or a baby wipe could do the same thing.

I was wrong. The fact these wipes are so great though actually makes me okay with admitting it.

All Moms know the super crusty, after nap, so gross you want to run face. There were times when I saw it on Meg I thought the only answer was alcohol. Not to get the snot off, but just so I could look at her. Boogie wipes made short work of it.

Oh, and not only do they clean off the snot horror? They do it without leaving the dried chapped skin horror behind. I think we all know what baby wipes can do to a baby face. There was a point last winter when I really worried Meg would actually be scared for life. That was before Boogie Wipes.

And no, I am not being paid by Boogie Wipes. Really though, I 'm flattered you think that many people read my blog. I just figure I found something that works, so I would share -- even if it has a stupid name.

Really, you'll thank me. And if not you, your kids.

You know, the ones with the noses.