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Sweet Lil Dimples Baby Shop.

I have been meaning to do this post/review for MONTHS and I am finally getting around to it.  Go me.
So as you may or may not have figured out by now, we are huge fans of cloth diapers in this household.  Unfortunately, I have not taught myself how to sew yet, and so making my own are sort of out of the question.  And so it is times like these when I am thankful for awesome local folks who do awesome local things.  Which is where Rhonda from Sweet Lil Dimples Baby Shop comes in.   I don’t remember how I heard about the shop, but I think it was via a random online search for cloth diapers Saskatoon, or something of the sort.  Honestly, and this is going to sound really nerdy so brace yourselves… I consider myself to be quite the little sleuth when it comes to finding things online.  Stalkerish, one might even say.  Anyway…

Rhonda is a wealth of information, and so she is the first person I turned to when we started experiencing compression leaks with the boy’s dipes.  Basically, imagine a wet cloth, and then pressure put on the cloth.  What happens?  The water leaks out as a result of the wetness being compressed.  That’s what we started to experience, except it seemed to happen overnight, and constantly.  Rhonda asked me a series of questions to try and best diagnose how we could fix the issue.  She offered to let me be a guinea pig and try out a little concoction of diaper inserts, in exchange for a little review, which I am finally doing.   So before I go into the awesomeness of her shop and all the various items we have purchased, I need to and want to profess my love for these 6r soakers:

Hemp is super absorbent and good for compression leaks, so we went with the Rumparooz 6r hemp soakers/inserts.  Apparently Rumparooz is one of the best and highest tested cloth diapers on the market, and I believe it.  These inserts are golden.   Instead of buying all new diapers, my goal was to try to come up with a system/insert that worked with the diapers we already had.  We use pocket diapers, so it was a matter of finding something that we could stuff into the pocket and that would not be too bulky.  Ah, that was my other issue.  With cloth diapers, fitting certain pants over them can already be somewhat of a challenge, so I wanted to minimize the bulk as much as possible.  And I’m not completely ignorant, I get that a little junk in the trunk just comes with the cloth diapering territory.  And that’s all good, because really?  A cloth bum is flippin’ adorable.

So we took the inserts home, prepped them by washing and drying several times, and got to work on trying them out.  Initially we used the longer insert underneath a regular microfiber insert with a Charlie Banana diaper.  I made sure to always test them when I knew the boy would be in his car seat or sitting on his bum for an adequate amount of time to test for compression.  Success.  In a small dose.  I didn’t want to wait too long, but this proved to be a sufficient combination, so we got to work on the next one.

Since it was mainly with the Charlie Banana diapers that we were having compression leaks (and the CB’s were totally my go-to diaper for a LONG time) that was my main focus, was finding something that worked with them.  I really super appreciate CB’s, the colours, the nice trim fit, and the absorbency, so I didn’t want to ditch them if I didn’t have to.  And we don’t have to!  The next plan of attack was simply doubling up with the CB microfiber inserts, which also worked sufficiently well.  However, I love the hemp.  It’s super absorbent and I feel this odd sense of trust in hemp, so I wanted to get that piece sorted out and have the CB’s with the 6r inserts as one of our go-to diapers when out and about.  Next plan was to use both the 6r inserts, used as the ‘medium doubler’ style, so that there was maximum absorbency in the front where my boy needs it most.  This is by FAR the best combination we have discovered with the 6r inserts, so much so that I went and picked up 2 more.  We have 8 CB diapers in total, and it is always standard that at LEAST 3 of them have the 6r inserts in, or 4 of them have the 6r inserts (2 of them with the full 6r get-up, and 2 with one microfiber, and one 6r hemp, the small or large one).  Praise the 6r inserts because those things WORK.   I would love to try a full-on Rumparooz cover+insert combo, and that just very well might be the next diaper we purchase.   Not to mention, Rumparooz makes a newborn diaper, the Lil’ Joey, that is absolutely ADORABLE and highly effective.   Rhonda is pretty much a goddess for letting me try these out, for teachin’ me the ropes of cloth diapering when my questions became too much for my brain to handle even Googling (and we all know how sleuth-y I am at that).

One more awesome thing about Rhonda (aside from the fact that she donates proceeds to charities, knows a crap load about cloth diapering, and shares the information and products with yours truly) is that she is super accommodating.  It is really helpful, and will be even more so now that I am back at work and cannot just up and go out to Martensville, SK whenever my heart desires.  Love that.  Such a perk.

I had planned to do a little list of all the wonderful products I have purchased from the shop (Kawaii diapers, our new favourite!, laundry soap, wool dryer balls – not purchased by us but by a friend and will be our next purchase, and my most most favourite – cloth menstrual pads!) however it is 9:43PM and for this mama, that is LATE.  Plus, I have some serious Netflix watching to do of the awesomely cheesy, old-school Beverly Hills 90210.  By old-school I do mean old-school.  I’m talking original.  The cheesy “romance” sings with the chimey music that makes me feel awkward as heck.  Gotta love.  Goodnighty night my friends and dear readers.

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November 16, 2011 at 9:46 pm Leave a comment

Happy Hump Day!

What made your hump day happy?

  • Going for a walk and having the beautiful array of coloured leaves crunching and swirling beneath my still sandal clad feet.
  • Doing a load of diapers, and feeling the plush softness of freshly cleaned ones.
  • Hanging out with good friends while eating pizza and watching TV.  So simple but yet so lovely.
  • Coffee while playing on the floor with my most favourite boy of all.
  • The cool, crisp air of an autumn evening, seeping into the home, freshening everything up.
  • That same air creating just one more extra reason for necessary bedtime snuggles.  Reasons aren’t needed, but oh, you know.
  • Establishing, at least a little bit, in my mind, what my 5-year plan (in terms of career, anyway) is… potentially… and realizing that it is very attainable.  Details to come at a later date.
  • Watching my boy enjoy blueberries to the very greatest extent possible.  However, the diaper aftermath ain’t necessarily so fun.
  • Constantly reflecting and recognizing the amazing individuals that I am able to surround in my life, hold close, and love with all my heart and all my soul.
  • Knowing that there are only 2 more days of daily blogging left and I have reached my goal of September Blogathon.  This makes me feel so good and it has totally jump-started and re-fuelled my passion for wanting and needing to blog.

September 28, 2011 at 10:59 pm Leave a comment

Happy Hump Day!

What made your hump day happy?

  • Discovering Nellie’s All-Natural Laundry Soap for dirt-cheap after I could not find the previous cloth diaper detergent we had been using.  I’ve read good things about Nellie’s, so I’m hoping.
  • Finding a Bodum Bean French Press for almost half price of its usual retail value.  Probably not financially the best time to pick this sucker up, but I don’t know if they are carried there all the time, and well, a deal is a steal.
  • Making borscht – and I do mean MAKING it.  I decided to just wing it, and it turned out excellent!
  • Watching my boy and my pup play together.  It is the cutest thing ever and it will never get old.
  • Drinkin’ my new routine mug of Leven’s Sumatran dark roast.  Yumm yumm.  Will taste even better tomorrow via French Press.
  • Crunchy autumn leaves, crisp fall air, this never gets old, until the crisp air turns into F’ing cold winter air.  Then it’s old.
  • It’s not a happy thing, but it kind of is humorous, a little bit, in a twisted way?  I think I broke my baby toe on my right foot.  And if I didn’t break it, I did something serious to it, because it is a different colour than the rest of my toes.  I stubbed my toe/foot on the wall last night, and dropped a pretty loud F-bomb (Cade had earmuffs on ;) and went on with my night.  Woke up this morning in quite a bit of pain.  Proceeded along with our usual morning walk, however this one was visited by a little limp.  It doesn’t really hurt now, it just looks gross.
  • Feel like I’m getting a super good handle on The DivaCup.  Really starting to already love it and I can see it already, I’m going to be trying to sway you to the other side…
  • Some days, it’s easier to wake up than others.  Some days, it’s easier to make it through the day than others.  However, there is nothing quite like waking up to my boy’s warm and cozy sleep self, and my poochie’s kisses.  Bliss.

September 21, 2011 at 10:39 pm 2 comments

Me and the Fluff.

If I can say this without sounding like the total nerd that I am (it’s true) then I have accomplished something great, but I’m afraid it likely won’t happen, so here goes nothing:  I am addicted to cloth diapering.  Maybe that’s more ridiculous sounding than nerdy, because how the heck does one be totally full-throttle all into DIAPERS, the very thing that involves tons of baby poop and baby pee, and sometimes random food bits that haven’t completely broken down?  And sometimes, said baby poop goes out of the diaper, up the back, and onto everything in close proximity.  How does one truly love something that revolves around all that nasty?

(Apologies for the little hiatus; I was out gallivanting in the trees and the water and the sand and the bushes.)

I will tell you why, in my ode to this very bizarre phenomenon, it is not so much a phenomenon at all.  We started to switch to cloth diapers in April, when the little one was about 5 months old.  I had seen a friend’s status update on Facebook talking about their switch to cloth diapers, and that sparked a whole discussion on the fluff, and how it’s never too late to switch.  I’m sure there were some people who thought we were crazy for wanting to take on cloth.  I wondered if I was crazy, too, but that’s because I knew little about using cloth diapers.  Turns out, a little Googling goes a long way, and I was absolutely swamped in the world of fluff and the lingo surrounding.  AI1’s, AI2’s, pockets, prefolds, fitteds, covers, diaper pail, wet bag, liners, hybrids, FuzziBunz, bumGenius, you name it.  I was slightly overwhelmed, but continued trucking.  I’d do all the research and reading of particular brand reviews, and report back to Kyle.  We decided to pick up a couple different kinds at a local baby store, and we haven’t looked back since.  

But, but, but… the POOP!  It’s a little intimidating for some I’m sure, but I wasn’t really nervous about it because heck, we had been dealing with poopy diapers all along, so it couldn’t be that bad, could it?  I was right – it wasn’t.  By the time we had switched fully to cloth, the little one was eating a lot more solids, and so the poops were corresponding.  We hadn’t invested or created a diaper sprayer, so we were on our own to tackle the poop.  I remember the first time we had to change a poopy diaper.  It was a family affair, and we were both in there, and if I’m not mistaken, I’m pretty sure Kyle volunteered to clean the diaper.  Aw, such love.  But you know what?  It really wasn’t that bad.  Most times now, we can just kinda shake the poop off the diaper, into the toilet, and all is well.  Occasionally, we have to do a bit of a dunk and swish with the diaper cover, but that’s it.  You can even use a flushable, biodegradable liner that all you have to do is flush!  Those add up the costs (only a tiny bit) so we avoid them but use them for when we’re out and about, or someone else will be changing the boy’s bottom.  I feel like I need to go into a long-winded explanation of how to do it, but that’s really it, there’s not much more to it, and it’s really not complicated.  Bonus: if your baby is exclusively breastfed, breastfed poop is water-soluble, so you just have to wipe your baby’s bum, toss the diaper into your wet bag or diaper pail, and off you go. 

There’s so much laundry though, isn’t it just way too much work, and you’re using all that water and energy anyway so you’re not really helping out Mother Earth… I’ll be honest, this argument kind of bugs the crap out of me.  The first part, I get, yes, the laundry seems daunting, but for real, the diaper load is probably my favourite load of laundry to do.  And since we use pocket diapers (a cover, with an opening at either end which you just stuff a microfiber, hemp or bamboo absorbent insert into), often Kyle and I will just sit in the evening, chatting, or watching a show, and stuffing diapers.  It becomes second nature after awhile, and then you have a clean and cute little stash of fluff for the next couple of days.  The laundry really isn’t that bad, it’s as easy as flipping the wet bag (we choose to use a waterproof, zippable wet bag to hold our dirty diapers, and then the bag just goes in the wash too) inside out (so you don’t even have to touch the dirty diapers if you don’t want to) and flipping on the washing machine.  Yeah, it sure is stinky, enough to knock you over, but if you can hold your breath (if you really need to) for 5 seconds, then you’re good to go.

The argument about energy output and water usage, however, irks me.  For one, we line dry outside or inside wherever possible.  We have never once put the covers in the dryer, because sun is the best stain remover ever, and also, we are preserving our diapers this way.  We do dry the inserts, however on really hot days, I’ll toss them outside to dry too.  The energy consumption with disposables, however, is never ending.  The fuels, water, energy, plastic, and human-power used to create, package and transport the diapers to stores, and then to a landfill, where billions of poopy diapers sit for hundreds and hundreds of years does not compare to the recycle factor and reusability of cloth diapers, in my humble opinion.  This isn’t even taking into consideration the bajillions of disposable wipes that are used.  We were using cloth wipes from when Cade was about 3 weeks old, due to a bad diaper rash and sensitive skin, so it only made sense to take it up one more notch.  Here’s a fun little tool to calculate costs of disposables vs. cloth, including water and energy usage.

I don’t consider myself a hard-core environmentalist, but we’re working on it.  Using cloth diapers has totally motivated and encouraged me to choose greener options in my every-day living.   For instance, I got together with a couple of friends and we whipped up a batch of calendula/coconut oil/beeswax/tea tree oil diaper cream (cloth diapers = NO zinc-oxide based creams!!!) that also doubles as an awesome moisturizer skin cream, and it feels awesome to live my life in such a way that is even just a tiny bit more self-sustaining.

I’ve also got a DivaCup on the way, which I ordered half price yesterday.   I’m beyond excited about it, because I’ve been wanting one for awhile, just haven’t taken the plunge.  That was totally the push I needed, I guess.   I want to expand my green knowledge, take it to the next level, and keep on keepin’ on.  I want to be more friendly to my body, friendly to the earth, and friendly to my little guy’s health, and in turn, teach him to do the same.   Hell, I wish I could sew, because I’d love to be able to sew our OWN diapers.  Perhaps one day.  I’ve been doing reading about the No ‘Poo method, making own laundry detergents, and of course cleaning supplies, which we already often do.  Vinegar and baking soda work wonders, however, I’m not gonna lie, I love the smell of some of those nasty chemical cleaning poisons, so I think I ought to invest in a few essential oils to toss in my baking soda and water mix, to freshen things up a bit.  

Ok, back to the fluff.  But, I heard you have to change the diapers way more, and I heard that cloth diapers leak a lot, don’t they?  Oddly enough, I found this link today that brings me to a point I wanted to touch on.   Yes, you do have to change cloth more frequently, especially if your little one is a heavy wetter.  But with that being said, I am totally okay with it for the reasons the writer listed in the aforementioned post.  I am not cool with my little boy sitting in his own urine for hours.  That seems mean and unfair to him, and so, changing more frequently is okay with me.  Does changing diapers ever get old?  Yup.  It sure does.  But you get used to it and you move on.

As for leaks, we had a lot of leak issues in the beginning, which is why I always tell people who are thinking about switching to cloth, to bear with the cloth!  You’re likely to run into some issues, so give yourself an adjustment period.  A couple troubleshooting measures we did were, abolish the use of dryer sheets on our other laundry.  They are a big no-no for cloth diaper loads, but the residue from the sheets can stick to the inside of the dryer and coat your diapers, so we just did away with them on a whole and gave our dryer a good wipe down with water and vinegar.  I think they may have contributed to some repelling/leak issues in the beginning, and even if they didn’t, abolishing the dryer sheets was a good step in the right direction anyway.

Another adjustment we had to get used to was ensuring the diapers were on properly and tight enough.  You might seem like you are putting them on too tight, but if there is too much gaping or loose pocketed areas, material can bunch up and poke through, wicking out moisture faster that you can say leak.  This is one reason why we prefer the snaps over the hook & loop (velcro) style.  Snaps seem to heed a tighter and more snug fit, and also, the little one hasn’t yet figured out how to undo the snaps. ;)

I love to talk about cloth diapers, as you can tell, and so anyone that is even remotely thinking about doing the switch, I always corner them and blather on.  It’s probably a cloth diaper turn-off, in reality, but I like to spit out all the knowledge I have gained from doing research in hopes that I can convert someone else.  There are so many positives that we have discovered, and Kyle and I are both super into it.  We’re saving a crap load of money, we never have to purchase disposables ever again if we don’t want to, you always have a diaper on hand, and if you’re running low, it’s as simple as running to the laundry room and tossing a load in, the environment will thank us and the little one, we can use the stash we bought for our next baby as well, you can customize your absorbency, our boy’s sensitive skin is looking mighty fine and the red, raw, rashy looking bum is few and far between.   Not only that, but the odd time that we use disposables now (we’ve got a tiny little stash left from when we stocked up during my pregnancy), I can’t stand it.  I can admit it, I’m a diaper snob.  Sigh.  But they just smell so raunchy, and they’re so crinkly, and white, and… just not cute in comparison to the fluff that my boy’s bottom is usually adorned in.  Did I say I’m a diaper snob?

One time when I was talking about cloth with someone who was thinking of switching, she tossed out the “wow, that’s awesome, you are such a good mom” card.  Guh.  Thank you, thank you, that’s very sweet, but… and listen up, I’m going to say this loud and clear, my goodness as a mother is not determined by the diapers my boy wears.  Honestly, I may be a diaper snob (only within the confines of my own family), but I do not think using cloth makes me a good mother.  Really, I don’t.  Do I think I am a good mother, why yes I do, but not because of the diapers we use.  I could use Seventh Generation chlorine-free diapers, or Huggies, or Pampers, or homemade cloth diapers, FuzziBunz cloth pocket diapers, or Bummis prefolds, and still be a terrific mother.  We use cloth because 1) it is affordable and we’re on a tight budget 2) we feel that it is better for our precious Earth, and 3) we feel that it is better for our precious boy.   It is a personal decision that we have made and decided is the right choice for the boy and for us as a family, and we’re totally happy with that decision.  I don’t care if you use disposables or if you use cloth or if you practice elimination communication.  I believe that you are doing what you feel is best and what is going to be the best choice for your child and your family, and that is why you are a good mother, a good parent.  With that being said, I’d love to keep talking up the fluff and convert you.  And no, I’m not crazy.  I’m not out of my mind.  It’s really not that bizarre of a concept, and I will do anything I can to normalize it so that more people will get on board.  Like I said, I don’t care how you diaper, but I love talking about cloth and so if you’re wanting to switch, what that means is I will have one more person to blather on with about cloth, and to me, that’s wicked.

Have a happy hump day my dear readers.  I know you are out there.  Let’s talk about things you do in your life that are ‘green’ or ‘crunchy.’  <3 

August 17, 2011 at 2:05 pm 16 comments

I am my boy’s mommy.

Is there any other job where you are required to start immediately after having run an all-night (or multiple night) marathon?  Nothing comes to mind.  Parenthood is crazy y’all!  Things are always changing, routines are different, and this little one just keeps us going and going.  We’re nearing the 8 month mark, which just totally blows my mind.  I can’t even go there because for one, it means I’ve (ONLY) got 4 months left at home with my boy, and two, because he is growing. so. fast.

I never imagined that I’d ever utter the sentiments “aww, remember when you were just so teeny, I sorta kinda miss those days” because those days were filled with non-stop night screaming and minimal sleep.  But I believe I have uttered that exact statement within the past week.  Am I nuts?  Perhaps.  There’s something addictive about that baby thang, but not when you’re in the midst of it.   Oh hell no.  Don’t know about you, but I wanted to run, oh so fast, oh so far away.

Cade is the most active boy I have ever known.  He’s learning how to crawl, but can’t quite figure out the upper body part of the equation.  Getting there, and as he’s getting closer, we’re fearing more and more for our lives.  He has already pinpointed the cords and everything else that looks fun and unfriendly for children.  He rarely stops, except for when he’s sleeping, and even then he moves and wriggles and squirms right up until the point his eyes shut and he enters the wonderful land of sleep, though he doesn’t quite realize how awesome it is yet.  Not sure if that day will ever come at this rate.  I shouldn’t go there.  You know, he’s a pretty amazing napper.  Consistently naps for usually about 1.5 hours morning and afternoon.  We think we’ve found a pattern to his night-time-sleep-fights.  If he doesn’t get a third nap around suppertime, he is way too exhausted by the time bedtime (8pm) rolls around and he cannot settle and then is up until nearly 10.  We really need to try and squeeze a little nap, even 30-45 minutes, around supper to combat this.  Like I said, he hasn’t quite realized the awesomeness of sleep. While he’s fighting to stay up, I’m fighting to want to sleep.  Oh the days, oh the days.

We’ve also started a new little fun and super cute routine of Cade Pooping & Peeing on the Toilet every morning.  It’s so dang cute, I just can’t help myself.  Plus, we’d change him right when he wakes up in the morning, and then he nearly ALWAYS poops when he sits in his highchair to eat breakfast.   So one day I decided that instead of changing him, then changing a poopy diaper 10 minutes later, we’d just plop him on the toilet and see what happened.  Well, poop is what happened, and then pee!  I can’t tell you how adorable this tiny (‘cept he’s not tiny, he’s 22 lbs!) little boy looks with his butt on the big toilet.  He grunts and I know exactly what’s coming.  Plop.  Cute.  Can pooping ever be cute?  Whatever, it kinda is in those moments.  It’s kind of an offshoot of Elimination Communication, except honestly, we’re not really watching his cues throughout the day.  Sometimes we do for the poos, because they tend to come at consistent times throughout the days.

We’re now full-time cloth diapering and l-o-v-i-n-g it!  We’ve built our stash up to 22 diapers, and I am addicted.  Constantly looking online at different brands, reviews, types, colours, patterns.  The options are seriously endless.  Our go-to diaper seems to be the Charlie Banana one-size pocket diaper.  It’s nice and trim, fits the boy good, and holds in the dirties.  They seem to be a bit smaller than our other one-size diapers, so really hoping they will last until he is potty-trained, or at least close.  Hard to tell.  Cade’s a big boy, but once he starts crawling more and walking, there ain’t no stopping, and so he’ll probably be on some crazy active weight-loss thing.

In terms of the extra laundry from the diapers, it’s really not a big deal.  Right now, we’ve been line drying the diapers, and not only does the sun make an excellent natural bleach agent, it saves on energy, and dries the diapers really quickly.  We were using the bumGenius laundry detergent, however we recently purchased some natural detergent (cloth-diaper friendly of course) from CleanB.  The bonus to this stuff, as far as I’m concerned, is that the smell sticks with the diapers.  Usually if this is the case, it means there is buildup, but not with this stuff!  I’m pretty pumped about it, because some light lavender scented diapers are totally cool in my books.  Check out all the other scents, she’s got a million of them and I want them ALL. We haven’t tried it yet, but once we do, I’ll report back.

The other bonus about cloth, is that the boy’s bum is not rashy like it used to be in disposables.  This is a huge huge perk.  Cade’s skin is so sensitive and the chemicals and materials in disposables were just not jiving with his little bottom.  We switched to cloth wipes early on in his life for that reason as well.  Back to basics baby.  Homemade cloth solution (olive oil, water, and baby wash) smells a heck of a lot better to me than traditional baby wipes anyway.   And the diapers.  Oh, the smell.  The odd time we put him in disposables now, I can’t stand how they smell once he’s peed or pooped in them, but especially pee.  It’s a chemical-urine smell that I like to avoid, now that we’ve done so for the past 2 months.

Brief photo-montage-story-documentation – this is the story of how Cade quickly spotted my cell phone and proceeded to claim it for himself:

So close, SO close.  love the determination face.  precious and priceless.

it’s mine. victory. is. MINE!

SUCCESS!  so proud, and so nonchalant and oblivious to anything else going on.

I can sense the boy waking up soon, so I best end this little Cade recap.  With… an exciting update?  It IS exciting, it just creates anxiety for me, slightly, so excitement topped with a little sprinkle of anxiety.  We found daycare.  It’s confirmed, the deposit has been submitted, and it’s a go.  I’ll start taking him in October a couple times a week so he can get used to her and the kids, and vice versa.  I’m excited that we found someone who I think will be really great.  I get nothing but good vibes.  My mama spidey senses are telling me great things.   Found her via Kijiji, but then a couple days later, Kyle came home with a phone number and name of a daycare provider someone he works with recommended.  Turns out it was the same one!   Talk about meant to be?  I’m thinkin’ so.

So as perfect timing goes, I can hear little noises coming from the bedroom down the hall.  They’re ‘puu’ ‘p’ noises.  That’s his favourite.  He’s telling me he’s up, and he’s telling me to get off my arse and go and get him, so that is exactly what I am going to do.  The post-nap and morning wakeup smiles are the best and get me charged up and ready to go for the day.  So sweet, so perfect, so cute.

June 27, 2011 at 12:01 pm Leave a comment

Poop.

As you can tell, my creative juices are just flowing at maximum rate lately.  Except… they’re NOT.  AT ALL.  Someone give me some inspiration.  I have a feeling that once I start the C25K running program, I will feel inspired and challenged, and perhaps I will have some of that to share with my dear readers.  PS:  Does anyone wanna join me on the program?   I downloaded the podcasts from Running Into Shape, and they have all the prompts, etc. for each day and each week.   Let me know if you wanna join and we can perhaps motivate each other.  We all could use a little bit of motivation.

But for now, I’m going to be awesome and talk about poop, because a good chunk of my life revolves around it now, and has, for the past 7 months really.  First there was the awesome mid-birth poop, which I’m blogging about because I find hilarious, and not gross in the least.  I wrote about it before, how I thought it was funny, because as I was pushing my dear baby down into the birth canal and out of me, I knew exactly when I pooped, and made sure to ask my doctor and nurse “Did I just poop!?”  Of course they answered yes.  After I gave birth, I expressed fear at having my first post-partum poo, and I super appreciated my doctor’s response: “Well, see, it’s good you went tonight!”  Now, that, THAT, is compassion.

So there was that, and then we progressed to anxiously awaiting the first meconium poo, which came, and it came full force.  And then it stopped for awhile due to jaundice and my boy being essentially starved ’cause this mama wasn’t producing enough milk.   So we waited, and I have never been so excited for my boy to poop as I was those couple of nerve-wracking days where the dipes were just consistently not dirty.

Cycle back to post-partum bowel movements, read: NOT FUN AND SUPER SCARY PANIC INDUCING FEAR DRIVING MOMENTS.   Sometimes they require the assistance of a little stool softener, and they often require the assistance of truck loads of fiber.  My favourites were prunes, fruit, vegetables, and fiber packed cereals.  So, when those big PPP’s happen, they are cause for celebration.

Fast forward to, once again, the boy’s poops.  They happened every diaper change for a little while, and then went to twice a day, and now they are typically consistently once a day in the morning when he’s eating his breakfast.  Awesome and so routine.  (Plus, makes those poopy cloth diapers even easier to clean – it’s not even that hard in the first place, but anywho – because I just toss a biodegradable flushable liner in the diaper that I know is gonna be a poopy one.  Simple!)  (CADE, I am SO sorry I am blogging to the world about your poops!)  Last week, a friend and I went for a walk with our little ones in tow, of course.  At the end of our walk, we were standing in the parking lot by the wier, getting ready to say our goodbyes, and obviously the topic of baby pooping came up.  At that moment, a professional looking gentleman in a suit walked by, and I looked at my friend, and my friend looked at me.  We knew.  We both had the same look.  This is what it has come to.

(I believe it was that same week where I met a different friend for a walk, and after doing our hello hugs, she pointed out the small bit of leftover dry toothpaste on my face.  This is also what it has come to.)

On a non-human-but-still-poop-related-note, today I was dancing with the boy in the living room, and we happened to notice a woman walking by with her dog.  They stopped in front of our house, on the patch of grass between the sidewalk and the road, and the dog did the potty dance.  I watched for a bit, and couldn’t discern whether dear old pooch was peeing or pooping.  I stared at its backend but still couldn’t distinguish if that was poop I saw, or if the grass was just too long.  I saw the woman anxiously looking around, and that’s when it pretty much confirmed my suspicions.  The dog was shitting and she was most certainly not picking it up.  I started walking towards the door and had planned to yell something out.  Originally it was “PICK UP YOUR DOG’S SHIT!” but then I thought that was too harsh, so I was going to go creeper-mode and instead say “I saw that.”  However, I decided against saying anything, for fear that the dog actually was just taking an innocent pee.  Later, when we went on a walk (with poop bag in tow, might I add), I checked the grass and sure enough, a big ol’ pile of doggy doo.  Not cool, not cool at all.  Aside from pet owners leaving dogs in sauna-like hot vehicles, pet owners not being responsible and picking up their dog’s feces is one of my big… pet peeves. (Sorry, super lame pun not intended there but it just happened.)  On the one occasion that I have walked Lily accidentally without a bag, I found something to pick up her crap.  Granted, she is tiny and her poops are as well, I made do.  Luckily most human beings are disgusting, so there was some kind of litter (I believe it was a cup) that I was able to use to scoop up the shit.

So with that, last night was kind of hellish in terms of getting some decent quality sleep, so I’m shuttin’ it down earlier than usual tonight.  A mama’s gotta rest.

Hope you enjoyed the poop stories.  It’s all I’ve got tonight, and for that I apologize… but not really, ’cause I kinda find it funny.  Nighty night y’all.

June 2, 2011 at 9:06 pm Leave a comment

Dads + Grandparents are not dumb.

A short post, but I just have a quick little (I promise, its teensy) bone to pick with a lot of cloth diapering info blogs and sites out there.  Disclaimer: I love them and I am addicted to reading them ever since we have decided to start transitioning to cloth.  Reason for transition?  Finances.  It costs a bit to get started, but in the long run is more financially feasible for us.  Anyway…

So many times on sites, when I am reading about pocket diapers (a cloth diaper with a pocket which you stuff to create your preferred level of absorbency) and all-in-one diapers (a cloth diaper that is essentially what it says it is – one piece, no stuffing, no folding, you just pop it on your babe like a disposable) they dote on them as being “even friendly enough for dads and grandparents to use!”

I get what they’re saying.  They’re saying that since cloth diapers aren’t the norm, even people who may be skeptical or not used to changing a cloth diaper, can easily learn how and be cool with it ’cause it’s so close to disposables.  Sometimes they toss caregivers in to the mix, too.

But don’t make some of the greatest people in the world sound like idiots.

Like I said, I get it, it just rubs me the wrong way every time I read something like that.  I asked Kyle if he was offended by it, and he didn’t really seem to care much, but thought it was silly.  So then that made me wonder if I am indeed truly crazy as I sometimes (read: often) wonder. 

Perhaps they can change the wording to: easy enough for anyone who is nervous about cloth diapers being time consuming and hard work, or something like that.

So yes, filler post, probably be awol for a few days (leaving the city, shazam!), so I’ll leave you with this ditty, not Easter-themed, but Thanksgiving, close enough:



April 20, 2011 at 4:16 pm 1 comment

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