When I first meet Todd he lived in an awesome apartment in Society Hill. It was a huge two bedroom that he shared with an acquaintance (the very best kind of roommate) and it was $800 a month split between them. The owner of the building was an older lady who lived outside of the city. Her only request was that tenants send a little life update with the rent check. Although she was glad Todd "met a girl," she would miss his letters.
Also living in the building was her aging son.
I saw him regularly in coming and going or while he would shuffle down the steps or hall or wait on the stoop for a ride. When I saw him coming I would provide a slightly larger buffer between he and me comparative to the space one might provide a blind person as they pass in a narrow hallway.
He was what Todd refers to as "off": the blanket term he uses to describe someone who has enough tools in the shed to live on their own, but not the kind of mental acuity to maintain the tasks that society at large would consider normal. He was the kind of guy who would qualify to live in a group home but since the rent was so low tenants jumped at the chance to live in the brownstone in the sought-after neighborhood if they agreed to look after him.
The extra hallway space was necessary. This man had the absolute very worst psoriasis I've ever seen in my entire life. The kind of stuff only Hollywood makeup artists could dream up. He looked like an older version of Charles Schultz's Pig Pen except instead of dirt, he was surrounded by a cloud of dry, flaky, deeeescusting skin.
Enter the fickle skin of a newborn. Roy so far has had a tough shake in the skin department. His baby acne was so bad his puffy little chipmunk cheeks were opening and then scabbing. And his little receding hairline was something only his mother noticed and quietly wept over. This past weekend, I was reminded of our friend from the city when I saw the patchy, scaly noggin of my RoJo. I had to figure this out.
I was seeing a trend on my guy's dome that products used tended to produce more buildup than yield results. I dug around Mommy boards and blogs and the unanimous suggestion was fewer products and a natural oil combed through. Many suggested Chasymn and although I love me the smell of baptism I opted for the extra virgin olive oil I have on hand.
My Mommy grooming monkey thirst was quenched big time. I got to bathe my dude, towel him off, dipe him up, and then spend nearly an hour rubbing oil on his head and combing out the dry and dead cells. It was deeeeeeacusting and AWESOME. And now, his head looks so nice.
His little head looks like the fuzzy peach it should resemble and not some weepy, gerrrr-oss flaky mess.
Hallelujah hollar back.
Please Touch today with mom-mom and my birds.
tl;dr: Royal's head is deeeescusting. I fixed it with no shampoo, olive oil and a fine toothed comb.
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