9.29.2007

Going Live!

I am so excited/nervous! Today I will be talking about Baby Bean on Tamara Pruessner's live blog talk radio show!

As seen on her site, Mommy's Getaway:
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:You could be a Work at Home Mom too! Part 4Work at Home Moms Linda Vorves-Pastor, Tawny Stillar, Julie Miller, and Phyllis Pometta will be joining us to discuss their work at home businesses, their products and balancing Work and family.
September 29th, 2007 at 2pm PST, 3pm MST, 4pm CST, 5pm EST
This is our last show in our month long series on work at home moms. We have talked to many different women about a lot of great products. Now is still a great time to network with other work at home mothers and find out what you need to do to jump start your career. We will be talking with our last four work at home mothers about their home businesses, their products and how they do what they do!
At 2pm PST, 3pm MST, 4pm CST, 5pm EST

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In other exciting Baby Bean news, we are now an affiliate with a truly great site that all women should know about, Design-her Gals. They are a group of women dedicated to wiping out breast cancer in a trendy and fun way. To learn more, visit their virtual walk for breast cancer and join up. It's only $3 to register, and your virtual "gal" will walk with celebrities like Martha Stewart and Marg Helgenberger. If you want to see my virtual self, go to find a friend, and type in Tawny S. from Spokane, WA. Help out and have fun! When you're done, visit their orginal site, Design-her Gals and learn how you can create your virtual self to be printed on just about anything!

Wish me and Baby Bean luck today, and I hope to see you soon in the Gal to Gal walk!

9.28.2007

The World's Oddities

I apologize for my lapse in writing; life, as it so often seems to do, caught up with me in a startling turn of events that kept me from my keyboard.

My uncle was in a horrible car accident last week. Either he failed to stop or his brakes failed at an intersection, and his company van broadsided a pickup. He was ejected from the van, which rolled on top of him, killing him instantly. He was 28 years old and left behind his wife and their four kids.

We flew home for the funeral this past weekend. I think it was harder on my brother than me; he and Matt were like brothers. The funeral itself was a very informal gathering, where family and friends stood and talked about his life and good times spent, interspersed with his favorite songs.

Matt will be greatly missed, he was one of the few human beings I've ever met who was completely comfortable in his skin, regardless of what others thought. I don't think I've ever met someone so free to be himself, and I'll miss his quick wit and eyes sparkling with a hidden mischief. Tattoos, piercings, and ICP blaring from his speakers, he was sometimes misunderstood by his somewhat unusual outward appearance, but had a sweet and loving nature that shone beyond it.

Goodbye, Uncle Mattie, my friend of years past. I picture you rocking out somewhere in the great beyond.

9.19.2007

Insert Spongebob Theme Song Here

I kept myself so busy yesterday I didn't even have time to blurb on here! I got into some kind of spring-cleaning-nesting-syndrome-power-clean mode and seriously spent all day scrubbing and organizing. I won't bore you with an entire list of the chores I accomplished, suffice it to say I even cleaned out closets and scrubbed the runner boards in my kitchen with a toothbrush. You needed sunglasses to even look at my house when I was finished with it last night.

This morning seems to be following suit, I finished two devotionals after my shower, took care of all the emails I've been needing to send out, and right now I'm snug in bed with my boy, enjoying one half of my laptop screen to type this rousing account while he watches Spongebob on the other. Today we're going to spend some time with our long lost friend Stacy and have some serious playtime.

My devotionals this morning were on peace and patience. Beth Moore made a rather simple but interesting observation. "I am no pshycohologist. I am no specialist. But for years I have believed that people more often take their lives from lack of peace than they do from lack of love or happiness."

I think this is probably a true statement. How many of us ever achieve a true and lasting peace? The daily bump and grind of life, along with the myriad of events with which we must cope keep many of us from even a modicum of contentedness, let alone real peace. Personally a dirty house, screaming children, piles of bills, and a post baby body don't offer much for my sanity or peace of mind. I hope this week's study offers some insight on how to find a lasting peace that even a mountain of dishes or a day of whines for chocolate milk can't interrupt.

Here's wishing you a happy (and peaceful) day!

9.17.2007

Butterflies!

It's funny when you wake up and realize that you are in love with the man you married.
Now, I know that seems a rather awkward thing to say. When you are in the daze of those first weeks of love, when you can't stop touching and kissing and thinking about that one other person that seems to make your life complete, you just know it will never end. You picture a lifetime of moments like these. Then the honeymoon is over and life sets in, and it becomes bills and jobs and obligations instead of wine and roses. Still, there are the lazy weekends spent in bed, the occasional night out, and somehow, you still find that hazy glow of love. And then that inexplicable time comes when you share a child, and those stolen moments become memories as you adjust from a loving twosome to a sleep deprived threesome, and then a crazy foursome. Life takes on a hectic pace, and though you try to hold on to those youthful people who were so in love, they become lost to these new, responsible people called parents.

For Evan and I, it happened slowly. Somewhere in between two kids, jobs, responsibilites, and life in general, we lost touch. I quit getting up early just to take showers with him, found other things to do instead of staying home to have lunch with him, and opted to sleep as soon as the kids were in bed while he stayed up to read. He worked longer hours, wanted more time in the gym, and stopped finding time to cuddle with me. We adopted the attitude that we could always find time for each later when the kids were older, never realizing that any relationship we had left at that point might not be one to find time for. Although we loved each other deeply, we stopped being in love. Somehow, we lost the butterflies, that flutter in your stomach every time the one you love is near.

Lucky for us we realized this before it became too late, and the past several months have been a steady course back to those giddy moments we used to relish, except they are better now because we share so much more. The other night we went out for the first time in a long time, met up with some old pre-baby friends, and had a drink at a favorite old haunt. We took the top off and listened to music like we used to. I looked over at Evan while he drove, his face older, his hair a little longer, so different from three years ago...and yet, still so much the same. The same relaxed stance when he drives, same crooked smile and careless laugh. I caught a glimpse of that sweet boy I fell in love with in this wonderful man I'm married to. And somewhere on the way home, deep in my tummy, I felt a tiny flutter. Butterflies.

9.14.2007

Paper Underwear?

What do you think about when you hear the words cloth diapers? Plastic? Pins? Dunking?

I recently had a lady at the mall give me the rundown and one of those patronizing oh-these-hippy-kids-today looks when she happened across me changing my daughter's diaper in the bathroom. Yes, my kids wear cloth. And yes, I wash them myself. And no, I wouldn't go back to those paper attrocities if you paid me.

What I fail to understand, when I run into these people who turn up their noses at our decision to cloth diaper, is how they can be so close minded to something so healthy and beneficial. I'm not running up waving prefolds under other parent's noses or preaching that the way of disposables is death, so why do I come under scructiny for wanting what I view as the best for my children?

I'm not saying cloth is for everyone, just like not everyone can successfully breastfeed, and not everyone wants to pack around their baby in a sling. Every parent has the right to make the decisions that they feel are best for their family. And it really goes both ways. I've met other cloth diapering mommys that wouldn't assocciate with you if your child's butt had anything but natural fibers on it, and still others who are the preaching sorts and never fail to tell you the error of your ways.

It simply makes me bristle when I'm told that I must be crazy or granola. One has only to look at me to find a complete un-hippy aura about me. It could be the whiff of cleanliness from my daily showers, my shiny and shaven legs, and the lack of braids and flowers. And the ever present Starbucks cup in my hand...or do hippies like coffee, I don't know. I've learned, when these people who feel the need to judge my children's bottoms, offer their unasked for advice and comments, that a simple one liner seems to be the best retort.

Here are some good ones that I found on Diaperjungle.com that I have (or have come close to) using a time or two:

"Yeah, it is a pain to haul them down to the river and beat them against rocks, but it's worth it."

"Well, I save $1500.00 a year so I laugh myself to bank every Friday."

"I don't know it just seems silly to me to wrap $30.00 a week in a plastic garbage bag and throw it away....but maybe that's just me."

"What do you mean you don't have time for that? You don't have time to change your baby?"

"Oh right, washing poo off of cloth diapers is an inconvenience but if we don't then we have to wash poo off clothing, crib sheets, car seats, carpet, couches, etc. because of leaky disposables. I think we picked the easier path."

"Well, diaper duty is never fun but I sleep well at night knowing my choice doesn't involve thousands of pounds of poo wrapped in paper and plastic and stuck in the landfill for hundreds of years to come."

"Would YOU want to wear paper underwear?"

"Well, my child doesn't have diaper rash anymore so I guess their comfort is worth it."

"Oh, we have just chosen a more natural, less chemically produced, lazily dependent upon modern conveniences style of parenting that's all." (my favorite)

"She has a big butt you say? Well, SHE is wearing a cloth diaper underneath her clothing...What is your excuse?"

I'm not saying that cloth diapering is the easiest way to go. Some days I don't feel like the extra load of laundry, but if I'm going to have to change a diaper anyway, it might as well be one that is comfortable and healthy for my children. I refuse to choose my own welfare over my children's, so an extra load of laundry or two? Count me in.

If you want an interesting read, try this link: http://www.diaperjungle.com/Disposable-Diapers-Exposed.html

9.13.2007

True Patience...

My study for this week is on patience, something every mom tends to run short on. I can't tell you how many times I've lost my temper with my kids or a situation in my house, and let me tell you, when mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy. (Wow, it gives me heartburn just to type bad grammar). Anyway, in my lesson today, I came across the Greek words for patience..yes, there are two of them. The first is hupomone. Hupomone means "to persevere, remain under, bearing up under. It refers to that quality of character which does not allow one to surrender to circumstances or succumb under trial. It is endurance in relation to things or circumstances." (Beth Moore, LBY) Most importantly, hupomone is inspired by hope. The hope that things will get better, that there will be a payoff, etc.

The second type of patience is called makrothumia. Makrothumia is "to be long suffering...forebearance...self restraint before proceeding to action. It is the quality of a person who is able to avenge himself yet refrains from doing so. Makrothumia is patience in respect to persons." (Beth Moore, LBY) Makrothumia is inspired by mercy.

I'm sure you're wondering what this has to do with...well, anything. For some reason, I just liked this and it made some points I'd like to apply to my life. I've always had a problem dealing with stress, but it's always been a lump problem for me. This rather separates it in my mind, and gives me individual ways of dealing with it. If one approaches every stressful situation or person with a singular point of view, one is pretty much doomed to fail. If you approach each circumstance or person in respect to each type of patience, there is a greater chance you can see beyond the stress and find a greater peace. For instance, my two year old throws his five hundred and second tantrum of the day (you think I'm exaggerating?). Normally, I would be given to melt down right along with him, because I just keep hoping that he'll get it. If instead I approach him with mercy, I'll be more likely to see that he's missed a nap, is hungry, or is one of any number of other things that cause toddler melt down. The plain truth is he's a normal two year old, just beginning to really grasp adult concepts, but unable to control himself to apply them. I'm not saying that I will be able to keep myself level all of the time, and sometimes there's just nothing you're able to do, but perhaps if I begin approaching the situations that wear me down with hope, and the people who annoy and anger me with mercy, I'll be able to approach life with a sense of grace and peace. One of my life goals is that someday people will remember me and think, "Everything she did was done with grace and happiness."

I've actually tried to apply that premise this week. Instead of complaining, I've done things myself. When I feel like losing it when the kids are freaking out, I've instead turned to a different activity and shrugged off the impulse to scream right back. And it's made a difference. It's been really hard to control my ever present temper and keep a damper on angry feelings, but I've succeeded (for the most part). I'm learning to go more with the flow, instead of standing in the middle of it trying to redirect it. Perhaps I'll get there yet....

9.12.2007

The Feel of Silk

Well, the last few days have been busy but rewarding ones! On Monday I was up at four powering my way through my devotionals and housework. By nine, I had checked all of the following from my to do list: the house was spotless (like, mopped, dusted, vacuumed, sanitized, and overall glistening), my kids were happily scrubbed, dressed, fed, and playing, all of my paperwork and emails were taken care of, and a fresh pan of muffins was coming out of the oven for our staff meeting. Tuesday decided not to run quite as smoothly, but regardless, I finished the first ever (loud drumroll here) brocade Baby Bean mei tai! I have been wary of using what I consider flimsy material for a product that holds so much in it's fabric clutches, but I got over my hangups, figured out a few safe alternatives to make it a little more durable, and tada! It's pretty darn sweet in my opinion, and of course, I'm claiming the first one for myself. It's a dark green with flowers of burgandy and gold. Gorgeous. Ely and I took it out for a spin last night, she kept running her hands over the material. I like the smaller design, as opposed to my older version. Further news from the Baby Bean front...it seems we may have premises as soon as next year! I was offered a small workshop on the corner of two busy streets, within a mile of my house. We'll have to wait and see how it works out, but things are coming together fast and furious for Baby Bean, which is really exciting for me to see my dreams playing out.
Here it is, in all it's silky glory :)
A detail of the fabric, it's sooo pretty!

Ely and I taking it out for a spin.
Aidyn has started picking up Spanish, from his favorite little cartoon, Dora. Yesterday he walked around singing "Bate, bate, chocolate". He's learning so quickly, he knows all of his numbers up to ten, which he walks around putting in various orders (2, 9, 7, 10 he sings as he plays with his cars), he can identify a lot of letters (his favorite is D), and he knows pretty much every basic color. Ely has learned to say thank you, which is the cutest thing ever. That brings her to a total of 7 words: mama, dada, bye bye, night night, uh oh, hello, and thank you. She's also walking up a storm now, she hardly crawls anywhere anymore!

This morning has been just as pleasant as the last two, I'm finished with my devotionals and emails, and ready to start some housework while I wait for the munchkins to wake up and demand their breakfast. I also need to put together an order to ship out later today, a gorgeous pink mei tai. Happy day all!

9.10.2007

Some Kind of Wonderful

Good Morning!

I have the funniest story to share. Last night we put my son to bed at his usual time in his usual manner. About an hour later, after talking with my husband in our room, I got up to make my final rounds on the house, lock up, etc, and noticed my son's light was on. I peeked in, and after first thinking he wasn't in bed, I noticed, among the jumble of blankets, his tiny little butt peeking up at the side of the bed. I walked in a little further, and realized he was hanging over the side of his bed, digging around for something on the floor. I said, "Whatcha doing Aidyn?" which must have startled him as with a little squeek, he toppled over the side and became wedged in between his wall and bed at a weird angle, which left his two little legs waving madly in the air like a windmill as he tried to unsuccessfully right himself. Once I had managed to extract him from his rather funny predicament, I kissed him and pulled up the covers, and was on the verge of walking out the door when he said, "Mommy, cars." Of course, he can't sleep without every last one of his 102 matchbox cars stuffed into bed with him. I turned around and discovered, in the hour he had been awake, he had been a busy little man and had lined every one of said cars into several straight rows that spanned most of his floor. I hurridly scooped several up, and went for a hasty getaway, but he called me back. "Mommy, the red ones, I want the red ones." Scooping up (and stepping on) every red car in sight, I walked back once more and dumped the shiny little annoyances on his bed. I didn't even get turned around before I was asked to find the green ones. Finally, I said, no more! "Mommy, mommy!" Trying not to impersonate Mount Saint Helens on a bad day, I turned around once more. "Mommy, I need the truck." I scanned the floor. "There are no trucks, Aid." "Yes, the truck cars." At this point there is a look of extreme bafflement mixed with the current annoyance. "Excuse me?" Truck cars. He looks at me, repeating over and over "truck cars mommy". Five minutes, a few tears (mine), and some exasperation later, it becomes clear to me. Tow Mater, his little truck from the movie cars, has fallen in the fateful crevice between wall and bed and was what led to the entire scene in the first place. Finally, tucked into what I'm sure must be the most uncomfortable bed ever, filled as it is with metal, I kiss him one last time, walk to the door, say I love you, and turn out the lights by pulling the chain that dangles from the fan. "Switch!" is the bloodcurdling yelp that almost makes me trip over the gate I had been in the process of stepping over. "My switch, my switch." He wants me to use the switch to turn out the light, instead of the chain, probably so he can turn it back on five minutes after I depart and resume his nighttime car show. No switch Aidyn, good night, go to bed, I love you. Big sigh. "I love you too, Mommy."

9.07.2007

Too Cute...

These were just too cute not to post!


Aidyn feeding his sister yogurt......
.....and stealing bites for himself.

Shrimp Pasta!

My favorite seafood is probably shrimp, you can do so much with it and it tastes yummy! This is a shrimp pasta that's quick and budget friendly.

~Put water on to boil for your pasta. Add a little garlic powder.
~Peel your shrimp. I like to use the frozen kind, and you could buy them already peeled if you prefer.
~Cut one onion and one pepper into small chunks. Add any other vegetables you fancy, I've used mushrooms, zuchinni, and carrots too.
~Heat a skillet (I use an electric) and add a little olive oil. Throw your pasta into it's bath at the same time.
~Toss your veges into the skillet and let them get tender. Give 'em a stir every once in a while. I normally let mine chill for about 6 minutes.
~Add your shrimp to the veges and cook until pink. Add a shake of garlic salt and a little pepper.
~About this time, your pasta should be done; drain it and add it into the skillet. Toss around to let it soak up the flavors.
~Serve with a sprinkle of parmesan on top.You could add a nice green salad to this if you like, although my family normally scarfs it up sans side dishes. To make it healthier take a chance and use whole wheat noodles.

Good mornin', good mooorrnnin', we've slept the whole night through, Good mornin', good mornin' to you....

Isn't it a beautiful morning? I love waking up, a new sun and a soft breeze coming in my window, the arms of the man I love wrapped tight around me, and the soft pitter patter of little feet running toward my room. Nothing makes me happier than the promise of another wonderful day. This morning I woke up at five, to have my shower and alone time. The scripture in my bible study this morning (which is a Beth Moore, I just love her) really spoke to my weary heart and opened me up. Lately I've been feeling so drained, so empty. I've just felt far from God, spiritually void. Well, no more! I love it when I open my bible and BOOM, God just speaks to my heart through his word.

Today's lesson was about the ministries of the Spirit. Two of them really held tight is my mind. The seven ministries were:
1. Conviction (he makes us aware of our sins)
2. Regeneration (He allows us to be born again)
3. Baptism (not the traditional water baptism, but the spiritual baptising in his blood)
4. Indwelling (the Spirit enters us)
5. Sealing (He seals us against evil)
6. Filling (the Spirit fills us up)
7. Restraining (He restrains the evil in the world)

The two that really spoke to me were the indwelling and the filling.

The indwelling soothed me. I've been feeling so unworthy lately, swamped in my life, overcome. I've been having niggling doubts that I may feel this way because maybe I've made too many mistakes lately, mistakes that nobody, especially God, could forgive. However, God dwells in you from the time you accept him into your heart, and nothing I or anybody else does can change that. This verse was like balm to my heart:
"For I am convinced that neither life nor death, neither angels nor demons,
nor any powers, neither heigth nor depth, nor anything else in all
creation, will be able to separate from the love of God that is in
Christ Jesus our Lord."
-Romans 8:38-39

How comforting a thought, that I will always dwell in the Holy Spirit.

The other was the filling. This is the only one that is dependent on us. All the others God does once we accept him, but "the burden of the filling of the Holy Spirit rests on us. The Holy Spirit is always ready and able to fill the believer, but He will not agree to perform this ministry unless He is in present control of the one He inhabits." (Beth Moore, Living Beyond Yourself). Perhaps the reason I have been so void of the Spirit, so unfilled, is because of my own stubborn ways and lack of yeilding to Him and His plan.

I'm sorry for the sermon (ok, I'm not) so early in the morning, but this really spoke to me, and I felt I must share!

9.05.2007

Oh Happy Day

I got so much done today! The kids and I ran errands at two stores, cleaned up the house, and played, and then while they took their naps, I updated the Baby Bean store, worked on a mei tai, and even caught up on some reading. After Evan came home, after a brief spell of craziness which involved our two hooligans trying to kill each other, I made a super delicious, very healthy dinner. Some chicken grilled in some olive oil and seasoned with tarragon, brown rice cooked in chicken broth and then tossed with some slivered almonds, and a nice dark green salad topped with a sweet and tangy raspberry vinegarette. Yum! In just a few minutes, once the children are in bed and the dishes are clean I will be venturing downstairs with my wonderful hubby to do our nightly workout, and then I think a lovely bubblebath may just be the ticket.

Hoping all of you had a day as happy as mine!

Mommy Joys

So today is a day I will remember for the rest of my life. Not because I actually managed to finish two consecutive loads of laundry, returned emails in a timely manner, or *gasp* had an adult phone conversation without interruption, but because of four little words uttered for the first time my little man. I was walking into my bedroom with a load of clothes and as I walked by him, gave him an "I love you." Much to my surprise, he turned around and said, "I love you too!" Underwear and t-shirts alike hit the floor in my utter amazement. I just had to run up and kiss him, which of course prompted a "Moooommmm". Oh the joys of mommyhood.

Both kids are happy little people today, as a matter of fact. We've adopted a new schedule to try to stay more on top of day to day life. We've gotten lazy over the summer about getting chores done, staying in our pajamas until noon, preparing healthy meals (read, it doesn't come out of a box), and getting out for some exercise. I'm not saying we sit in sweats all day eating cookies and soda while watching TV, but a little more structure would be nice to have. I figured the kids would object with the stricter guidelines and tighter routines, but they don't seem to mind too much. We'll see how it continues. For myself, I'd just like to have a better routine to balance chores, kids, errands, and time in general. My weekly bible study is starting up again this next Tuesday, as well as my MOPS (mothers of preschoolers) group, and a few other committments I've taken on, so it's a good time to start pulling the strings together.

Evan and I have started a clean eating diet, which basically limits salts, sugars, processed foods, and dressings and sauces. It sounds bad, but we're starting slow and working into it. It's really not too bad. And those nights in the gym together are starting to really pay off, both emotionally and physically. Evan has lost several pounds, I've started to tone up, and the time we've spent working out has really brought us closer and made us notice each other again.

Look for a new recipe of the week tomorrow, along with some super cute pictures of Ely's birthday cake!

9.03.2007

Some Random Picage...

Here are some of those random moments that I love....


Ely climbing into her box of books

My little watermelon!

Me 'n my girlie

A jumble of family

I'm not quite sure...



Don't worry, more to follow soon!

A Recent Paper

I recently wrote a persuassive paper for a friend and decided to post it here.

It is a natural response to want the best for our children. We see the ads of beatific babies in their name brand glory - smiling as they run around in their Huggies diapers, laughing when they’re washed in the Johnson’s no tears formula, drifting off into peaceful slumber while being fed Enfamil - and we assume this must be the height of health, the best start possible for our offspring. I know, because I was once one of those parents, convinced I was lending to a bright future for my child.

One of the most important tools and aspects of the first years is diapering. A walk down an aisle in your local superstore will prove this with a vast array of disposable diapers and wipes. Every box, resplendent with happy faces and chubby tots, touts claims of superiority, comfort, super absorbency, and non leaking resiliency. Common sense tells us we get what we pay for, so we willingly pay top of the line prices to ensure the best for our children.

My personal outlook changed when I stumbled one day, while browsing online parenting blogs, upon an article about cloth diapering. After checking to ensure I wasn’t on an outdated site, I perused further and found more websites all devoted to the same. Page after page of research flashed before me, until I could no longer deny what was in front of me. Medical findings, independent research – it all led to the same irrevocable conclusion. The diapers my children sat in twenty four hours a day were, in fact, small cesspools of hazardous materials. Materials known to be cancer causing, materials banned from use in other products for causing toxic shock syndrome.

The sad truth is that disposable diapers, worn by some ninety percent of America’s children between the ages of birth and three, contain carcinogens. Other products with similar materials, like cigarettes, are required by the federal government to issue warnings on their packaging of their hazardous nature. Why then, do these boxes of Huggies and Pampers sport nothing but smiling children and superficial claims? And if more parents were made aware of the potential health risks, would they still buy those boxes willingly?

So what is a reasonable alternative? If disposable diaper companies are content to manufacture an unhealthy option, where can parents turn for a healthier one? The smartest and healthiest decision for our children is cloth diapers. Unlike previous generations’ versions, cloth has undergone severe redesign in the last decade, the result an innocuous, modern solution to disposables.

Cloth diapers are easy to use. Most are all inclusive, meaning no more bulky pre-folds, rubber pants, or diaper pins like the diapers of yesteryear. Today’s versions have polyurethane outer linings and gussets to prevent leaks, sewn in padding for absorbency, and soft inner linings made of suede cloth to keep baby comfortable. They fasten with soft Velcro, and go on in exactly the same way as a disposable. Best of all, most are just as trim fitting as disposables, meaning they fit nicely under clothes.

Cloth is also an economical choice. In general, a box of approximately ninety diapers costs between thirteen and sixteen dollars; a box of about four hundred wipes will run around ten dollars. A one child household will annually spend almost one thousand dollars in diapering. The priciest cloth models cost about eighteen dollars per diaper, meaning that same household would spend about five hundred dollars to outfit in cloth. It doesn’t seem that great a difference based on one year, but consider that those same diapers can be used again the following year, and even the year after that. Consider further that those same diapers can be reused for any more children that may come along, and the cost difference is staggering. The general startup costs are fairly steep, but most websites that sell cloth offer layaway and payment plans, and you can always stock up slowly as money allows.

Although eye opening, these findings may not sway some parents who believe the extra money spent is worth the time they aren’t laundering cloth diapers, but even this aspect of diapering has improved. The new models don’t require soaking or scrubbing, and in truth, take little more time or effort than a regular load of laundry. Simply throw soiled diapers into a prewash, add wet diapers in a regular wash with an extra rinse, and dry in your dryer. To further conserve money, cloth diapers are best laundered in simple, natural products like baking soda and vinegar, and can be hung on a clothes line, lowering their already meager electricity consumption.

Finally, cloth diapers are an environmentally sound choice. Disposables, by definition, are a one use item, destined to end up in land fills across the country. Cloth diapers can be used repeatedly through multiple children, and when they are finally too old to use as diapers, can be converted to rags. When and if they finally end up in a landfill, their fibers break down easily into the earth. This is recycling at its greatest.

Cloth diapers are economical and earth friendly. Most of all, they are the healthiest and best option available for our children today. Although they do require more effort than a disposable, the work invested is returned with too great a profit to turn down – my children’s health and my own peace of mind. When others scoff at my decision or give me looks of incredulity, or when I feel like that extra load of laundry is just too much, I remind myself that I didn’t take the easy way out at my children’s expense, and for the first time, I really am giving my children the best start I can offer. And that makes it all worthwhile.

9.02.2007

And so it Goes...

Life has been rather hectic lately! I haven't had much time to be on here typing away my thoughts, and the time I have had I've used to do a bit of a redesign. What do you think of the new layout?

The kids have finally recovered from their various ailments and are back to being mostly shiny, happy people. Evan is also doing better and we've resumed our nightly workout. It feels great to get back into a routine. I discovered that these little nightly sessions have produced some terrific results! Besides feeling 101% better during the day and having more energy, I went shopping the other day and discovered the joy of a size 0. That's right, zero. Given, zero feels a little different from the highschool days, midriff bared and no cares. They are a little more snug than they used to be....but not much :) I was so excited I bought several new pairs of jeans for this winter. Evan even called me a MILF when he saw me in them...laughs all around, I know.

Well, that's all for now, perhaps later I'll try to catch a moment to finish up what I've been working on as far as this little venture goes. Later all!
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