Showing posts with label diaper service. Show all posts
Showing posts with label diaper service. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Daddy K and Mama A play with cloth diapers

The Tiny Tots diaper service delivered our first batch of diapers this morning early around 5:00 (when I get up), complete with the diaper covers, clasps and instructions.

Oh God, Baby B's really coming. Not here yet, but soon.


We've heard plenty of pros and cons either way and decided to give the service a try for environmental reasons. An estimated 27.4 billion disposable diapers are used each year in the US, resulting in a possible 3.4 million tons of used diapers adding to landfills each year.


That's a lot of crap. And believe it or not cloth diapers aren't much more over time.


We were going to practice putting them on the cat, but she didn't like that idea. We read the directions and I may as well have been reading German. Then we watched the Tiny Tots online videos while we were watching the Republican National Convention. Amazing parallels. (I think I just wet myself.)


So we'll see how it goes with the cloth diapers. I just made a hat out of one of them. Good times.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Mama A and Daddy K go for a walk

Friday mornings Amy and I walk along the water for our workout. We review each other's week, talk about anything and everything, and use each other as a touch stone about sensitive issues.


Last Friday, it went something like this:


"How do we put on diapers? I don't how to do that," Amy said.


"Good question," I said.


Silence. Fog hugged the cliffs and filled the sky overhead.


"I'm sure it can't be that hard," I said. "The diaper service will give us an instructional DVD or something, don't you think?"


Silence. Sea otters frolicked and played in the water.


"I mean, we'll have to learn how to wipe B's bottom and keep it rash free and all that stuff," I said.


Silence. A jogger passed.


"I mean, I've been taking care of my bottom for 42 years. How hard can it be?"


Silence. I walked ahead proudly.


"But that's pretty contained," Amy answers. "That's not the same thing."


Silence.


More Silence.


Even more silence.


Amy laughed.


"What are we talking about again?" I asked.