A few weeks ago, we woke up to Little Man’s pajamas full of the inner parts of a disposable diaper – all that gel stuff. I was horrified. I wrote about it here. When we brought Little Man home, I used the diapers we’d swiped from the hospital, and then I switched to cloth. I loved them,… Continue reading How Goes the Cloth Diapering
It’s 7:00 pm where we live, and this is what is on my brain tonight: 1) I smashed my finger in the lazy susan cabinet about 10 minutes ago. Lots of tears on my part and every tap of a letter on the keyboard reminds me I should pay more attention when putting away dishes.… Continue reading On My Brain Tonight
At Thanksgiving, my father referred to me as his “hippie daughter who makes her own baby food.” I’m okay with that, actually. I know my son is receiving good food prepared with love (ever read “The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake”?). I know what exactly he is eating, and more importantly, what exactly he isn’t… Continue reading I’m a Hippie?!