Thursday, June 7, 2012

I'm having a FLUFFY week!

I shan't be long today. This week, Popcorn got two fluffy mails. For those of you not in the know, fluff is slang for cloth diapers. I am so giddy from all the cuteness.

Monday, I got a tester AIO from Five Doves, a WAHM I met on Facebook. Faith is such a sweetie and even sent me a little something extra-matching leggings!  P is still an itty bitty so she'll have to grow into them some but they are so cute. Pic below...

 A diaper worthy of a diva

The inner, a moisture wicking mesh

Baby leggings!  The pattern matches up perfectly LOL

Close up of the dipe. Notice my animal print slippers; like mother, like daughter

Double row of snaps

So professional! This mama knows her stuff!

Such a diva!
Today, my long anticipated Orange Diaper Company fitteds arrived! They are customs and I love them. These aren't my first dipes from this mama. I blogged about some dipes I got from her about 3 1/2, 4 years ago here. They are pricey but they are worth it.  Pic time!
Bundle of diapers

City Kitty on left and Tree's Company on right

The inners

Fresh Oranges

She says it's purrrrrr-fect!

The long coveted owl dipe

My happy girl!


Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Wordless Wednesday & Happy 2 months old!


What a difference a month makes!


Monday, June 4, 2012

Commando Parenting or Fix-a-Flat

This post is for cloth diapering and disposable diapering parents because folding a flat diaper is a useful skill. This morning, Popcorn woke up super wet and poopy. I'd left my diapers in the living room and I didn't feel like getting up.Plus I sleep naked and my mama and brother were in the living room. Lettuce was asleep, Astronaut and Princess were at school. Squirrel and Side Salad were still asleep. Oh, no! I looked to the left and considered pushing my husband off the bed, onto the floor to wake him up. Just as I was preparing to shove him, something caught my eye.

There was a clean receiving blanket on my bed.  A stroke of genius hit me:

Receiving blankets are just flat diapers.  

{I guess after cloth diapers went out of style these companies decided to keep selling them under a different title.  What the heck is a "receiving" blanket anyways?}

I already had a snappi so I folded the receiving blanket into a diaper and presto, diaper change-o!

I wanted to share this with you because a) all parents have a pile of receiving blankets and b) everybody runs out of diapers once in a while. Maybe all your cloth is in the pail/in the wash/in the dryer/on the line. Maybe you're out of Huggies and not in the mood for a midnight Walmart run.  Truth is, it happens to us all and here's a simple solution to tide you over. I even videoed it. I know, fancy me.

I enlisted Jasmine the Bunny again to help me demonstrate and Princess worked the camera.
First, the video. I'm a bit stuffy so excuse my voice.
video

Now the step by step pictures:
Regular old receiving blanket

Hot dog fold-ask your kid

Hamburger fold-again, ask your kids

Lift a corner and move it to the left

Trapezoid: a quadrilateral with one pair of parallel sides

Flip the whole thing over

Still a trapezoid

Fold over from the square end....

....all the way to the middle...

Voila!

Friday, June 1, 2012

On My Soap Box About....arguments against breastfeeding.

  


So you may or may not know that I'm pretty active on the Facebook. I spend a lot of time there. I try to stay away from all FB drama but the recent "outcry" about the guardswomen breastfeeding really stuck in my craw.

Yes, I just said that. I told you I'm a southern girl.

Anyways, here's one the pictures.



I thought it was  very sweet. Two mommies giving both our country and their babies the very best they have to offer. It's a powerful image that says so much about the strength of a woman.

But many people seem to think it is offensive as well as being disrespectful to the uniform.  The Guard issued a statement saying that using the uniform to further an agenda while in uniform is against their regulations.  Agenda?  Hmmmm.....

But moving right along, I commented on how I felt on a friend's page and someone else commented and we kinda went back and forth a bit.  It seemed this FB friend has more of an issue with breastfeeding in general as opposed to this picture.  He actually pulled out the Breastfeeding Asinine Argument Trifecta.  He compared breastfeeding to pooping, peeing, and sex.

Really? People are still using those arguments?  Sigh.  Let me dispel them, as many before me have.

Ridiculousness #1:  "I know breastfeeding is natural.  Pooping/peeing are natural, too, but I don't do that in the middle of a restaurant."

Breastfeeding is eating.  Let me repeat that: breastfeeding is eating.  I'll say it louder: BREASTFEEDING IS EATING. Nourishment is being taken into the bdoy.  Capiche?

Defecation and urination are excretory functions.  Waste is going out of the body. Again, capiche?

So you can't compare breastfeeding to pooping or peeing. They are opposites and have nothing in common, other than being bodily functions.  That's the epitome of apples to oranges.  You can compare public diaper changes to pooping/peeing-that's apples to apples. Can we put this particular justification to rest?

Ridiculousness #2: "Sex is natural, too, but you don't do it in front of everyone."


Okay, this one really bothers me. I think it is terrifying, as a parent. How is breastfeeding anything like sex?  The kind of person with this line of thinking is not the person I want flipping through my albums. Most of my pics are of my children.

My current status is:
PSA:                                                                                                                                           
If you truly feel like breastfeeding has some sort of sexual connotation, please take the following actions: 
1. Delete me as a friend.                                                                                                                
2. Stay away from ALL children.                                                                                                      
3. Seek professional mental health services.                                                                                      
 
 I mean seriously, how do you feel when you see a child eat a banana? There really is something wrong     with you, and I mean that in the most honest way possible.                                                                


I'm done. **steps off soapbox**

BTW, I breastfed in a government office, at my kids' school, and at a restaurant today.