My ladies love Tom’s Strawberry toothpaste so very much and became hysterical as I said we could no longer buy it. Minutes after I announced that they were looking at our very last tube, Olive broke into the bathroom drawer and began sucking on the sticky tube like a caged guinne pig having her last drink of water. Each metal tube would crack a quarter of the way through each tube’s use, month after month. Countertops, fingers and doorknobs would be painted in Silly Strawberry’s familiar gooeyness while the remaining three-quarters would render itself hostage in an unsqueezable tube.
For days, my daughters begged and pleaded for their favorite toothpaste. Sorry, dudettes, Mama can’t handle the cracked tube. We’ll find something else you like. This Mama couldn’t. I’ve never wasted so much money on toothpaste my girls called everything from spicy to down-right yucky. There were more tears. Over toothpaste. Seriously.
I contacted Tom’s one night long ago at midnight. Luke told me to wait patiently for my auto-reply email. I mean, he’s right, right? They’re a big company. I can’t think of a store I’ve been in that doesn’t sell Tom’s. And I’m pretty far from Maine.
Four personal emails, one handwritten letter and one giant package later I’m happy to announce my love of Tom’s of Maine. They cared three little girls in Washington State were head over flipflops in love with their product.
In the 1970s, Tom’s used aluminum for its packaging which allowed customers to recycle it through the aluminum recycling stream. After listening to customers just like me, Tom’s found that some local facilities were separating and excluding the tubes from recycyling. 68% of all complaints were about the tubes leaking, splitting and cracking early into use. They listen.
Tom’s of Maine and I both know fluoride is a hot button issue. People are either into it or not.
It isn’t in our island’s water, so we give our kids supplements and don’t mind when it’s in our toothpaste. The great thing about this flavor is that it also comes in a Fluoride-Free version, if you’re not into fluoride.
And the winner chosen by random generator is
# 11 Ivey Patton.
Ivey, please email me your contact info.
Island Tidings: pictures and prose about our recent adventures on and off our tiny island
I’m lucky. Closely connected to three surprise birthday celebrations leaves me proudly humming Happy Birthday when all other lullabies escape mind’s memory. Sure, one bad ass party was for me, but celebrating these lovely ladies secretly has been great. Funny, us three, in a car where we’d all had our hands in each other’s surprise bash.
We arrived to find our blindfolded friend at street’s edge, initially under the impression she was dinner dating with her hubby. He lead her to our car’s backseat and said, Have fun! She, giggling nervously, Wait?! What?!
We circled the heart of town’s streets until our birthday gal thought we were all the way out to island’s west side.
Carefully, we lead our friend into Back Door Kitchen’s smile-filled bar with mama friends happy for the excuse to well wish, martini sip and coconut cream pie indulge.
Love her hubby for arranging this fabulous excuse to put on heels and a fancy dress.
It’s Monday night BBQ time of year again. Public park and Facebook invites create the most kid-spectacular evening of the week. The words gets out and it’s so great to family mingle amid frisbees and potluck dishes. Love: PBR dads at the grill, best buddies sliding with chocolate chip cookies in hand and so, so much more.
Love it’s this time of year again.
Freakishly giant, ginormous Campfire Marshmallows have come to the island just in time for backyard fire pits and campsite hoedowns. I saw a commercial for them on another coast and thought they’d never make it out west. Sticky goodness.
It’s quite a skill to triple roast: brown and gently peel off the exterior and repeat three times. Good times, especially with a good pal. Betty has a soft spot for this one.
About a year and a half ago Luke and I heard her talking in her sleep, Oooh, I know. Kai can do a half moon crescent kick. It’s sooo coool.
I like what she thinks is cool, and I wish I could have peered into her dream, all sorts of Taekwondo terrific.
We took our first ever dock walk without strapping the kids into lifejackets.
We held hands, walked slow and dreamed up trips for each vessel at rest.
Betty flashed her perfectly toothless smile as we took note in dock’s tiny details.
I’m pretty sure I’ve said, Oh, I would never let my kids walk a dock without lifejackets.
Well, here’s to letting go a bit and trusting.
We went to a birthday party with clowns, bouncy castles and horse rides. Olive was totally freaked out by the clowns, choosing to meander the outskirts of the party.
Man, she’s a cutie. Love her hat?
I do, and I Dig This Chick who makes it. It has fit her since she was about eight months old.
Funny how certain, special things continue to grow with us.
The girls were beyond thrilled to play cowgirl.
Betty, do you like riding this horse?
Well, Mama, I’d really rather be riding an elephant.
Bloggy Help Wanted!
I’m having Photobucket issues in this post. I’m working on fixing it. Anyone ever uploaded photos, edited them there with size and somethin’ else, then once you dump them into your post, they look different and are NOT the same configuration as they are in Photobucket? Why is this happening?