The temperatures today are dropping madly. Those Rosie cheeks may look nice, but watch out for babies faces. The redness on the cheeks can quickly turn into popsicle face, which is very painful. To avoid it bundle up, don’t spend a lot of time in the cold and put some of our Bum Butter right on the cheeks, or if you have our Drooly Baby Chin and Cheek stick, use that!
The popsicle face happens because baby skin is made up of saturated fatty acids primarily, which have a higher freezing point than any other type of fat. Which means that they start freezing first.
As adults we loose this type of fat under our skin and with it the gorgeous baby skin. So as a result it is harder to gage how frozen the baby’s face is. Avoid the pain, keep calm and butter up! 🎄🍫😘
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"I'm scared of talking on the phone and starting conversations with strangers. I’m even scared of texting certain friends and coming on too strong.
But I care more than anyone realizes.
I come across as a snob, because I find it hard to talk, hard to force a smile. But I’m not trying to be a B. I’m only trying to survive. To me, social interaction is a war zone. It makes my cheeks redden, my lungs flutter.
That’s why I don’t look people in the eye as they’re talking to me. I look at the wall behind them, I might even glance down at my phone. It makes me seem like I don’t give a damn about what they have to say, but avoiding their gaze is just a crutch. I’m paying closer attention than they can imagine. Absorbing every word.
I’m not a good conversationalist.
I don’t jump into conversations. I’m quiet in groups. People assume that I’m sitting there, judging them for every word that pops out of their lips when really I’m in awe of how easily they can communicate. How natural it is for them. How human they are and how weird I am.
Of course, they don’t realize that I have anxiety. They just think I’m quiet. Shy.
No, they don’t realize I have anxiety, because I’m not shaking at the table and hyperventilating into a paper bag.
The night before, on my drive there, in the car — I’m freaking out the entire time. Imagining all of the things that could go wrong. Picturing how embarrassed I’ll be.
But when I’m finally in public, I internalize everything. I try to minimize my physical symptoms to avoid drawing attention to myself — but just because I calmed my shaking doesn’t mean I’ve calmed my mind.
I’m still anxious. I’m just not showing it. Secretly, I’m freaking out over what to say next. Freaking out over why someone across the room gave me a strange look.
But I’m not fine. Anxiety makes sure I’m never fine.
It makes me turn down opportunities that I know I’d enjoy. It makes me stay quiet when I have something important to say.
It makes me look like a complete jerk.
But that’s not true at all. I’m just someone that’s trying to get through the day. Someone that wants to be liked, but feels like they’ll never belong." By Holly Riodran
It's kinda snowing here & it's getting so cold, so...meh😩
I do enjoy drinking tea all day and getting cozy under a warm blanket, so I guess I'll survive these few months ahead😬
P.s. Some of my drawing process is shared in my Stories.