Hi Guys,

It’s well known by anyone who knows me that love and romance isn’t really my thing. This time of year only heightens my nausea about all things lovey dovey … Valentine’s, Yuck!

Contrast to reports from my dear mother, and as much as I hate to admit it, I do actually like my husband. He’s so sweet it’s annoying. He’s the best dad in the word to Little, who’s loves him so much it infuriates me because I do everything for that child! And, unfortunately he is a looker – a chubby mix of Tom Hardy, Olly Murrs and in some lights and angles Brad Pitt*. So I feel obliged to get him a little something to show my affection.


Trying to decide…

Usually, as default for Valentine’s, I consider getting him a card and letting him have the TV remote for the evening. If I have to go above and beyond once in a while, I think about getting him something that he thinks is for him but really it’s more for mutual benefit.  Now my first thought was to get something for the kitchen, but a new chopping board is a little bit cold for even me. Plus he’d tell his mother and I would be judged significantly by her.

I had to fight the impulse to straight out ask him what he wanted, or to get him to order something himself which I may consider paying him back for. So I opted for ordering something online and waiting 3-5 working days for something to, hopefully, show up on time.


I’ve got it…

So what do I get his stupid hairy face? Hairy? His Beard! So I rifle through the en suite I find what he using…stuff called Beardpoo. Beardpoo? I know why he bought this, I married a MANCHILD!

After doing some instagramming (because that’s how I Google now), low and behold Beardpoo are there and they’ve only got a ruddy Valentine’s Day special pack.  I love it when a plan comes together. The pack is the beard shampoo, moisturiser, love hearts and some red…beard…glitter! My husband, the big nerd, is going love that. He just better not leave red glitter all over the carpets or leave it in the shower!



The kit says it will tackle beardruff and soften the hair. So on the odd occasion when I have to show affection and kiss the boy. it won’t feel like I’m making out with a Brillo pad. Okay I may be exaggerating for effect on that last point but you know what I mean.

The company also give a decent amount of profit away to a charity that helps prevents male suicide. Plus it’s not too dear, though not inexpensive enough for me to be called a ‘tight git’


So he’s getting one of these. Even though it doesn’t really matter because I’ll make a card with Little for him, which he will definitely love more because he’s a massive soppy puppy dog.

So there you have it. I made some effort for Valentine’s Day. Don’t go telling me I’m not romantic.


*he looks like Brad when he’s stubbly, when he was younger and if you close one eye and squint with the other.


Little Big Love


Rebecca xx


P.S. Can you tell that my husband had a hand in writing this post in exchange for some samples from the company? All opinions are our own and Big honestly loves the Beardpoo products he’s tried. He also scores points for putting effort in to writing. Maybe we can make it a team blog!