About that cloth diapering thing...

Seriously. I am going to tell you all about cloth diapering.

A couple of months ago, when I mentioned to friends and family that I was going to cloth diaper Norah, I was met with a myriad of comments, such as "Ew", "We'll see how long that lasts", "You are a brave woman", and from Brad: "I am NOT playing with poop." Five weeks into it, I am hooked.

A few observations.

1) I don't even think about it anymore. Before I even put a piece of cloth on my baby, I was scared. Why, I have no idea. I mean, it's a piece of fabric going on a baby's butt. What was the worst that could happen? A leak? I won't like it? I won't follow through on my commitment?

The first few weeks, I was keenly aware of each time I changed Norah's diaper. I was very careful to accurately snap it on. When I had a soiled diaper, I had to remember my logical steps. First, put the wipes in a plastic bag. Second, rinse the waste into the toilet. Squirt more water. Put diaper into wetbag.

Now, I operate on autopilot. Plus, I am using cloth wipes, which eliminates a step. But dealing with cloth diapers doesn't even phase me.

2) Cute dipes are like crack. Not that I know what crack is like, but I can guess that it is highly addicting. Any cloth diapering momma will tell you that there is a certain magical draw to new "fluff". Even though you KNOW that you have enough diapers to last you two weeks, you are not above stalking the BSRB website on Fridays at 5 and 7 pm EST.


Add in the possibility of cute wool longies, shorties and capris, the possibilities are endless.

3) There has been a marked decrease in the amount of trash we take out each week.

4) Even Brad doesn't think that they are as bad as he originally thought they would. And THATS a huge admission. But he still doesn't do number twos. Wuss.

The bottom (he he he) line- it is way easier that I thought it would be. And super cute to boot. Here's the proof: