As a relatively new member of the retail industry’s most coveted demographic, I’m still trying to figure out my “because you’re worth it” threshold: organic vegetables from Whole Foods to steam, puree, and scrape out of Simon’s neck folds, yes. Baby toupee, no. (I think? Right? Good parenting decision?)
In particular, and as summertime approaches, I’m drawn to any and all promises to shield our lily-white babe’s unsullied skin from the sun. I fry like a potato chip when standing near a window, and while Simon has thankfully inherited his father’s good looks, that ghostly glow is all me.
Accordingly, we’ve invested in a whole range of brimmed hats. Fashion, meet function.
When I take Simon for a walk in the mornings, I leave on his footie pajamas to protect his legs, feet, and arms. I also cover his hands with newborn socks–it’s still fairly chilly here in D.C., and he likes to gum the cotton for his breakfast dessert. Those adorably minuscule things never fit his feet, anyway.
Speaking of sunblock, we’ve had good luck with Badger Baby Sunscreen Cream–our doctor recommended something with zinc oxide, and so far Simon’s eczema-prone skin has responded fine to it. No nasty oxybenzone, and its inactive ingredients (sunflower oil, beeswax, seabuckthorn, calendula) are 98% organic. Will that lingering 2% lead to some epidermal aberration? We promise to report back if he sprouts wings.
I’ve contemplated purchasing these sunscreen towlettes for convenient, compact, on-the-go sun protection. Simon giggles when we wipe his bum, so I’d anticipate these smart cloths would launch a real party. But we’re already using enough disposable badness, and reviews of their efficacy are mixed, and Holy 401(k), Batman! $26 for 20 applications?!? Again, we’ll report back if we cave.
For extra coverage when he’s stroller-bound, we use the Brica Infant Comfort Canopy Car Seat Cover. It has a reflective pull-down shade for those sunny equatorial adventures or impulse fro-yo outings at high noon. Also good on rainy London days.
Finally, in preparation for summertime pool play–and, apparently, with high hopes for Simon’s social calendar–a dear friend gifted our water baby a rash guard with a side of animal magnetism.