Half our diapers and pretty much all the wipes are falling apart.
This winter, I have spent more time in my pajamas than I would like to admit. And far too many moments counting down the seconds until my baby goes to sleep on a Tuesday night so I can finally watch last week’s Bachelor episode online. I am done with looking at the same books and the same toys in the same room all day every day. I struggle to form complete sentences when carrying on normal adult conversations. I want the snow to melt. I want the temperature to stay above 24 degrees. I miss the SUNSHINE.
The winter has not been a complete bust, however. Aside from the super rewarding luxury of being able to snuggle inside with my baby all day long (if only she would actually snuggle! or just rest!), I have learned something. I may have given up on stopping Beatrice from eating the carpet or her bandaid or yesterday’s lunch that is still on the floor where she dropped it, but at least I have conquered the flat diaper.
You may recall the diaper rash saga that actually cost me my sanity a few months back …
… especially when the rash turned out not to be regular diaper rash or even yeast but, rather, ECZEMA. After I had spent two weeks slathering my poor, defenseless infant in drugstore anti-fungal cream on the pediatrician’s recommendation.
Well, I’m happy to say that after testing and adjusting and tweaking several recipes in my super scientific diaper rash cream lab, we have a winner! Continue reading!
(aka My Love Affair with Cloth Diapers)
Cloth diapers make me SO happy.
Sometimes, I think Erik gets jealous of all the attention I pay our cloth diapers, but he is mostly on board with the enthusiasm. He holds the illustrious honor of having dressed Beatrice in her very first cloth diaper of all time when she was two days old. Continue reading!