When I was pregnant with my older daughter, some four years ago, just about every prospect of becoming a parent sounded appealing to me. Every prospect, except one… I absolutely could not get my head around, the fact that I could be changing diapers for at least the next two, three and possibly four years. It just didn’t make sense to me. Was there a more natural way? What did the cave woman do when their babies had to poo and pee? Did they just crap all over the cave? Read the rest of this entry
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You know when you load the washing machine up so much and you think, ‘Oh, I really shouldn’t put so much in… but maybe I can just squeeze one more thing…‘. That was me today, and today was the day that our washing machine crapped itself (well, it didn’t, luckily, but I thought it did, more on that later). I think that every single last cloth diaper was dirty, and that was the reason for my enormous load. It was really dumb of me to load it up so much, and I even mentioned to Art in passing that I was being really brave to fill the washing machine up so high. Because… a few days ago, it had been acting funny. I threw a load in early in the morning, went out for three or four hours and when I came home, the machine was still spinning… ‘That’s odd‘, I thought… ‘The machine has been stuck on the spin cycle for hours!’. I manually turned the nob to OFF, and hung my very spun (nearly dry) cloth diapers out on the line. Read the rest of this entry
I spray my butt clean instead of wipe with toilet paper. Yes, oh yes I do.
I remember watching a talk show when I was a kid and a celebrity was asked what she felt was the best invention to modern man.
She stated, ‘Toilet paper! What did we do before TOILET PAPER?‘.
Let’s think about this one… cut down a tree and wipe your butt with it? Gross! Read the rest of this entry