It’s alright, Ma. I’m only bleeding.

No secret, certain parts of this early parenting journey will not be missed. Some of these things you expect: sleepless nights, multicolored vomit, poo (in all its forms), teething. All the things family members remember and tell you about. But there are a million small things that they forget to mention, perhaps because they know it will not make a difference in your plan to parent. Perhaps because these little things are so much a part of being a parent.

So, let me just tell you.

I will not miss sippy cups. And bottles. My house looks like a milk-aholic lives in it. And it’s constant. The leaky lid, the soured milk in a sippy cup that rolled under the bed. The bottle that was left overnight and everything has separated and turned green.

I will not miss tub diarrhea. Or goldfish crackers. Or the constant battle of raisins (or all the other, unidentifiable objects ground up) in the carpet and car seat. I will not miss nail clipping, which never makes a difference in  nail sharpness.

But mostly, I will not miss illness with a nonverbal child.

Jack, at fifteen months, has suffered three ear infections, (yes, there is a specialist visit in our near future.) not to mention a myriad of other weird illnesses prompting visits to the pediatrician, and urgent care clinic. I’ve called my mom so many times to check in and ask whether a trip to the doctor is in order. Like, if I had a business card, the tag line would read: Mom, I’m not sure what to do about Jack. My calling card at the doctor’s office would say: Inexplicable and uncontrolled crying.

For momma and baby.

Because there is nothing that sucks worse than your child in pain.


And I have memorized the signs and symptoms of concussions, but I still check that list once a week. Because my kids fall off things, and in tubs, and on each other. They bump heads on doorjambs, and tabletops; they slip on the sidewalk. They walk in to furniture, head first. Sometimes they are standing right under me, where I can’t see them, when I pull a pan out of the kitchen and head and pan meet at slight velocity. It is insanity. And all of those things hurt. So, when Jack started screaming uncontrollably after a short, ringing conversation with my brownie pan, I was convinced I had given him a concussion. And that he was dying.

Because my brain always assumes that one of my children is dying. At all times.

All night, he screamed and cried between Tylenol doses and would only sleep on me.

He had no fever. (Although, I convinced myself that I have never really known how to use our thermometer.)

He had no bruising, or bleeding. He did not pass out. Or vomit. He had no signs of concussion.

In fact, he had no concussion.

But I called the doctor and made an appointment, because (again) my child could be dying, and I wouldn’t know, because HE CAN’T TALK.

And an hour or two before his appointment, he was fine.

But we went anyway.

And he had an ear infection.

That’s it. Another ear infection. He is ok, and I did not damage him beyond repair. Sometimes you take your child to the doctor because it gives you a sense of relief from the racing fears your brain won’t stop screaming at you. Sometimes your parenting instinct tells you to just go, even though they seem fine. Sometimes you need a second night of screaming and crying to motivate you. But you learn. You get better at this parenting thing. Mostly.

This fear, that you are losing such a huge part of your soul, never goes away. Or so I’ve been told. The fear just changes. Jack has (finally) slept through the night four times in the last two weeks. And I never wake up, look at the clock and think, “Hurrah, he slept all night!” I think, “Is he alive?” That sense of dread didn’t leave me with Carl until he was two, and still haunts me when he sleeps late. So, it’s no wonder that I like having all my family in one room, sleeping with me. It is uncomfortable, and awkward to have a toddler in our bed, when he climbs in around 3 AM. And there is never enough room. But it is the most comforting thing in the world, to hear all that breathing, when you wake up.

So, parents: just breathe. Breathe in and breathe out. You will get better at this. The waves will go out, and come back in. The goldfish crackers dissipate. The sippy cups disappear. One day your child will point at his ears and say, “hurt”. And you won’t have to guess anymore.

But, you should probably memorize the signs of concussion. Just to be safe.



How To Be a Happier Parent

Y’all, I consume Pinterest parenting articles like chips and queso. I inhale them. I eat them up. I keep hoping that one day the magic answer will be divined upon me and Jackie Kennedy will descend from the clouds and say, “You’ve reached maximum potential. Excellent job, momma.”

I’ve really been impacted by articles with tips to being a happier, more productive mom. I’ve got some thoughts on this so I’ll start with an overview of the generally accepted and continuously posted ideas and my thoughts, followed by suggestions of my own for reaching full Jackie Kennedy aura.

Get up before your kid. 

S.O.D. O.F.F. You must have children that sleep predictably, and through the night; kids who brush their own teeth and pour their own cereal. For me to get up earlier than my kids, I have to hire a fortune teller, because I never know when they’ll arrive in my bed.  I’d most often have to get up around 4:30, but sometimes 3 AM. Because I’m not bloody tired enough.

When my kids (that plural is important) take a nap, it is a glorious thing. I revel in it. When my kids sleep until 6 AM, I am grateful. Someday, when they are older, I might consider getting up before then. But right now, that idea is bollocks.

Stick to a schedule. 

I tried this one. It was wondrous. Then my toddler stopped taking daytime naps, and my meal planning, food prep, cleaning at nap time turned in to, “I’ll do it after they go to bed.” Turns out that getting two kids down for bedtime saps all of your energy, so I mostly only can recall a few words after getting my kids to tap out, which include “Where’s the wine?” I generally follow that with a face plant on the couch.

I look at that schedule on my fridge while herding my kids out the door and silently curse Productive Jennifer. Seriously, girl. You’re a git.

Make a to-do list. 

See my thoughts on a schedule. Also, my to-do list looks a lot like this: SLEEP. When it doesn’t look like this, it’s so overwhelming that I just think I’ll go back to work and hire a housekeeper. And a nanny. And a gardener. And a pool boy. (We don’t even have a pool.) I will just hire someone else to live my life. Which is the feeling that made me want to stay home to begin with. So, no.

Keep up on housework.

Is that like Keeping Up With the Kardashians? Because we don’t have cable. I mean, I let my pantry go a few months ago. Like, I open that door and Gozer comes out. It’s scary in there. After I dropped the pantry upkeep, I let the laundry room go too, and Cthulu moved in. I recently invited Darth Vader to summer in my kitchen. I don’t plan on every getting those rooms back. So, I write lists of the housework I need to catch up on, and then tape it to the fridge, so I can laugh at myself.

Parenting advice doesn’t always jive with my life. And it won’t always work with yours. Take it all with a well salted margarita.

Here are my true thoughts on ways to happiness:

Play with your kids.

Kids don’t care if the house is a mess and the laundry all smells. They want you. They want you to laugh and play and dance. People tell you that this time is so fleeting, but that’s hardly descriptive enough. Their childhood is like a kiss in a relationship you know won’t last. Savor it; it will end. Your house will return to clean, someday. Play with your kids.

Share what you love with your children. 

I love knitting, but my boys like making squirrel nests out of my yarn. So I share knitting podcasts with my kids while we play. I share finished knitting projects with the boys, and usually they claim it all immediately, which I love. I ask Carl to help me pick patterns, and enjoy seeing his thought process and preferences. I’ll share adult music that gets us all dancing. When we start doing screen time together, I’ll share movies and video games my husband and I have enjoyed. Share the things you love with your kids.

Let other people watch your kids.

If you’re a SAHM, consider enrolling in a PDO, or joining a gym with childcare. Let other people work and play with your kids. The time away is good for you both. I’ll admit there have been plenty of days where the gym has saved us all from my exhausted wrath by giving me a space to work it out. Plus, there’s something magical about seeing your child through someone else’s eyes, and people who work with kids all the time may have input about developmental delays, or ways to manage particular behavior you hadn’t noticed or given up on.

Share your time with friends.

Finding people that “get you” may be a challenge. Find them. Laugh with them; vent with them. Get out of your house with them. We need human connection, even us introverts. Good friends who can commiserate or laugh with you, or bring you coffee after the longest nights make this parenting thing so much more.

Let go of perfection.

This may sound simple, but it’s not. My Type A vomits all over my house almost every time I walk inside. I’m learning to let that go. If a sink of dirty dishes means that my two year old and I were laughing over a puzzle, or watching ants in the backyard, it was worth it. If a sticky floor means that I snuggled an extra 20 minutes with my baby, it was worth it. Let go of the ideal home you see on Instagram; those posts are snippets of a life. No one lives their life in snippets. Clean, crisp, and perfectly poised doesn’t have to be you everyday.


Practice self-care when they nap. 

Some people like to tell you to nap when your kids nap. I love this, I think it’s smart. But, more broadly, you should care for yourself. Sometimes that means a nap, sometimes it means a Netflix binge, or reading. Or writing your blog. But, crikey, don’t spend it cleaning. Unless that feels like self-care.

Be kind to yourself.

You are enough. Your family is enough. This does not last forever. Snuggle in, and enjoy this short kiss of a moment. You’ll be too exhausted to remember all the dirt and mess in a few years anyway.





Dear Registry Building Parents,

Guess what? There will be a day when you emerge from the black hole of Babies R’ Us victorious.

It probably won’t be today. But someday.

Welcome to the newest time suck of your life: the baby registry. You may feel the need to read every review of every item you are the least bit interested on Amazon, compare it to Babies R’Us, followed by a quick browse of Target reviews. But you don’t have to do that. You, and your baby, and your ten thousand pounds of tissue paper and gifts will make it through to the light side.

I promise.

I’ve only had two kids, so you may not consider my list of items comprehensive, but I’m about to give you the bare necessities of life with baby. Ready?

I mean, if this is your first kid, of course you’re not ready. You won’t ever be ready. Read this anyway.


Car seat.

Crib/sleeping arrangement


Diapers and wipes. (This can be as simple or as complicated as you choose, and I’ll go in to that later. But, you’ll need them.)

Ok, now that you can leave the hospital and have a place to lay that infant down, even though she will never actually sleep, we can begin.1ESSENTIALS FOR THE FIRST SIX MONTHS:

  1. You need a baby carrier. If you ever want to take a walk, or pick up around the house, or leave the house, or if your baby has colic, or if you have an older child and need to be on the go, you need a baby carrier. Baby wearing saved me when Jack was born. I could keep up with Carl, and keep Jack close to my heart. You need a baby carrier.
    1. When baby lacks head control, consider a wrap. Choices in this abound. I had a Moby which, although great for my winter baby, made us all a hot, hot, hot mess with my summer child. Consider something made from a breathable cotton or linen, or a ring sling.
    2. I love my soft structure carrier (SSC). I have a Tula, which comes in baby (15 – 45 lbs) and toddler sizes (25 – 60 lbs). The baby size also has an infant insert (required for infants 7-15 lbs), which solves all your problems. Target now carries several well known SSC brands, such as Ergo, Lillebaby, and Tula. The price tag will only slightly shock you, but when you use it every day for 1 to 3 years, it’s worth it. It’s basically a car seat for your body.  SSCs are ergonomically developed for you, which means that your back will thank you.
  2.  You need a place to put baby in quick moments: bouncy chair, or swing, or play mat. My boys outgrew their swing after 3 months (my kids are monster babies), but I know swings for bigger babies (that will last you longer) exist. Consider a portable one, for ease of storage and ability to move to different rooms easily as you adjust to life with baby in your house.
  3. If you plan to travel with baby, a Pack n’ Play (PNP) is essential. In fact, I consider this an absolute necessity. It’s a super safe place to put baby, and it adapts as your child grows. Our particular PNP has a changing table and infant sleeper that converts to a bassinet, followed by the playard option. I didn’t think I would use this, but it has been invaluable.  If you have space (and a nice baby shower or three), I truly recommend asking for a crib, bassinet, and Pack N’ Play. If you’re considering co-sleeping, you might look at one of the co-sleeper baskets as well.
  4. We actually don’t use a changing table and pad at all (much to Brandon’s chagrin, since he spent weeks building a changing table/bookshelf for the boys). Instead I use a grab and go changing pad, which you can put on your bed, or couch, or floor. I love this, because it can be easily wiped down, and your toddler doesn’t rip it open and eat the stuffing out of it the way they might an actual changing pad. (I’m not saying we’ve experienced such a thing, but…it could happen.)
  5. If you plan to nurse, look in to nursing pillows. We received a Boppy for Carl that we used to death. Literally, the stuffing was coming out in several places due to my washing it so much. Jack got a new one. There are multiple types of nursing pillows, so you might consider requesting more than one kind. Plus, it never hurts to have these for a couple different rooms in your house or at least one for each story. (You do not want to be searching for your only Boppy at 2 in the morning with a squalling newborn. Promise.)
  6. A few burp cloths will be essential. Carl threw up ALL THE TIME. Like, for real, spewing lava.  But I can count on one hand how often Jack spit up. It’s also good to have random towels, receiving blankets, and burp cloths all around the house. because you never know what fluids might be headed your way. Aden & Anais make a burp cloth that converts to a bib for when your child starts eating purees/solids, and you will want multifunction. Because baby crap will have taken over your life.
  7. Swaddling saved us at night.  I love the Aden and Anais swaddling blankets, but am also a huge fan of sleep sack swaddles. We have several with velcro tabs, which are so much less frustrating to reattach in the middle of the night.
  8. Lots of wash cloths and a few bath towels specific to babies.
  9. If the thought of washing your baby in your kitchen sink makes you nauseous (like me), you’ll want a tub of some sort.
  10. And when baby starts teething (around 6 months, but sometimes sooner), I found a food grade, BPA-free teething necklace or bracelet to be invaluable. You might feel silly about the bulk, but you will likely be unable to wear any other jewelry for baby’s first year, so find something cute.
  11. Baby Medicine:
    1. Saline nose drops
    2. We’ve always used a bulb syringe, but (if I ever did this again) I’ve heard that the NoseFrida is ah-maz-ing-a for snotty noses. Just seeing the bulb syringe from a distance makes Jack poop his pants.
    3. Infant Tylenol, and Infant Ibuprofen (for when baby is a bit older)
    4. Thermometer. I am forever grateful that we have a temporal thermometer, so I can check temps when baby is sleeping without disrupting them.
    5. In case your kid gets cradle cap (again, and again, and again) you need a soft baby brush and some oil. I prefer cocoa butter oil, but any baby oil will do.
    6. Nail clippers, although, honestly, whether you clip their nails or not, they still have wolverine claws at all times.
    7. Cool mist humidifier. Cause SNOT happens almost as much as poop.
  12. Nursing (I could write about nursing for weeks on end, but this is just a registry) requires a few items:
    1. Pump: If you plan to breastfeed and work, you need a double electric pump. Wait to buy bottles until you have purchased your pump, because you want them to work together. Wait to purchase a ton of bottles until you know that that brand of bottle will also work for your baby.
    2. Even if you do not plan to nurse, or you will be home with baby around the clock, consider a hand held pump. Engorgement is a bitch, and hand expressing is a nightmare. Plus, you might want to leave the house at some point, and your babysitter will need some boob juice.
    3. Nursing bras, for both day and night.
    4. Cotton or bamboo nursing pads. Because your boobs now leak.
    5. Let’s be real, for the first six weeks, everything leaks. Plan accordingly.

And so it begins. 

P.S. Baby items procreate like bunnies. So, good luck with that.

PPS. For things that you want, but aren’t gifted to you, buy used from local consignment shops, or search Craigslist. Babies grow so quickly that some items are barely used, but the affordability is (obviously) better at a second hand store.

Dear Cloth Diapering Newbie On A Budget,

Budget Friendly CD

A few weeks ago, I wrote an article about my preferences for cloth diapering, which caused me to go through my entire stash and add up my total cloth diapering costs. Looking at my expenses in cloth diapering really made me consider things I would change with the knowledge I’ve gained in the last year and a half, as well as cheaper ways to create a complete stash for my two kids. Certainly, I have spent a fair amount of money on some very fancy diapers that, actually, were totally unnecessary, but all that searching has given me a lot of valuable information on what does work.

These are the adjustments that I would make now. (I am including the price of a new diaper as well as gently used prices which I list in italics, if a major retailer sells the item in that condition.)

Daytime Cloth Diapering Stash

  • 24 small Cloth-eez prefolds [$29 per dozen]
  • 12 large Cloth-eez prefolds [$40 per dozen]
  • 4 size 1 Thirsties Duo Wrap, in Aplix hook and loop [$12.75/$10.25 ea]
  • 6 size 2 Thirsties Duo Wrap, in Aplix hook and loop [12.75/10.25 ea]
  • 1 size 1 Snappi [$3.95]
  • 8-10 Kawaii One Size pocket diapers (to use outside the home) [$9.95/$8.50]

Nighttime Diapering Stash

  • 3 large Cloth-eez fitted diaper [$10.95 ea]
  • 3 medium Cloth-eez fitted diaper [$9.50 ea]
  • 5 Thirsties Duo hemp/cotton prefolds [$7.95 ea]
  • 3-5 medium fleece soakers [$7 ea]
  • 3-5 large fleece soakers [$9 ea]
  • 3-5 extra large fleece soakers [$10.50 ea]
  • 3 Green Mountain Diapers night stay-dry doubler [$8.50 ea]
  • 5 Kawaii Goodnight Heavy Wetter pocket diapers for toddler overnight/naptime diapering [$7.75 ea]

I averaged my actual stash cost at about $750, but with these adjustments I could be cloth diapering two children for just under $500. That may seem like quite a large number up front, but you can spread out the cost over several months, making it a manageable sum. If you don’t have to work hard at convincing loved ones of your cloth diapering intention, you may receive quite a few of these items as gifts as well. And, if you’re cloth diapering one child, you won’t even need all of those items for the first year. So, $400 in the first year. Max.

Buy yourself a well deserved margarita for saving so much. Unless you’re pregnant, in which case, go buy some chocolate.

If you are willing to bargain hunt, the price can drop even lower. Here are some of my suggestions for cloth diapering as cheaply as possible with quality items:

  1. Join a local Buy/Sell/Trade Cloth Diapering Group on Facebook. I like local because you can touch, feel, check and smell diapers before purchasing.
  2. Visit or call local baby consignment stores to see if they have any CDs in stock.
  3. Buy fleece soakers, rather than wool on Etsy. If you’re handy, and you’re looking for something to do before baby arrives, make your own. These can be thrown in with your regular wash, making them a super easy alternative to wool. Even if your child wears disposables, particularly at night, a fleece cover will help control leakage. (Because everything leaks.)
  4. Visit major websites frequently for sales. Items may be marked down tremendously following the release of new and updated versions of diapers. In fact, I’ve purchased all of my pocket diapers during transitions like this for about 10% off the regular price.
  5. Several major websites with trial programs also sell Gently Used versions of all the trial diapers. These typically remain in excellent condition and are, in all actuality, only slightly used. Plus, most of these companies have a return policy if you’re not satisfied.
  6. Find friends who are ready to de-stash and make an offer on the lot. They’ll be so grateful to have the entire thing off their hands.
  7. Sell or consign your diapers when you are done to keep costs down in the long run.

How to (Not) Travel with Littles

Committing to a road trip with small children often seems like a good idea in advance, but eventually makes me consider concocting various faked illnesses right around the time of departure. Like, “Sorry, Grandpa. We’ve got a nice case of Eboma happening in Lubbock.” Or, “I’m worried we’ll transfer our idiopathic carpal gangrene to you if we come now. We’ll just have to wait another four years.”

I used to consider myself a fairly adventurous traveler. But kids scream if you put 5-point restraints on them for more than, you know, two minutes. So, that’s hard. Additionally, because of the screaming, and the need to stop every two hours to pee with the potty training kid, and nurse with the baby, and take Tylenol/allthedrugs for the adults, road trips often end up taking approximately 11,000 hours when they used to be 7, max.

Here are my tips on how to make a road trip work for you:


How to (Not)Travel

Now, if that’s simply not an option because time has started to speed up at a dramatic rate for your grandparents, here are the best alternatives:

  1. Brow beat a family member in to traveling with you during the hottest month of the year, because your spouse works long hours to support your cloth diapering addiction and can’t go.
  2. Rent a land yacht. You will need to transfer your house to the back of a car for the five day trip. You also want to subject your family member to sitting with the kids, so you need a bigger back seat that fits four people across. Because that is your solution for managing 1,000 hours of death screams.
  3. Spend 7 hours packing your house.
  4. Decide to drive 2 hours north and stay in a hotel, to help reduce the travel time for the following day, and “stay ahead of the heat”.
  5. Notice you have low tire pressure. Return to the car rental store. Spend an hour looking for after-hours service. Obtain air in tire. Return to road.
  6. Around 9:30 PM, make it 1 hour up the road with screaming children before you decide that this can’t go on, and you need to sleep.
  7. Get up 4 times throughout the night, because: Babies. Diapers. Hungry. Headache.
  8. Wake up around 5AM. Eat all the pancakes on the continental breakfast. For real, press that pancake making button until there’s just a hole where the button used to be. Drink all the coffee. Feel like you didn’t do either of those things.
  9. Exit town around 7 AM, confident that you will be arriving at your destination around lunch.
  10. Blow a tire on the highway at 7:08AM.
  11. Spend 2 hours playing phone tag contacting the car rental company for a repair request. While you wait on the side of the road meet a helpful West Texas man who fixes the tire for you. Be grateful that your children are sleeping now, and that it’s too early to be triple digit temperatures…yet.
  12. Spend 2 hours searching for the nearest car rental place to replace land yacht with alternative massive vehicle.
  13. Talk about finding coffee for the next three hours, whilst being grateful that your kids didn’t sleep the night before, and so are still sleeping now.
  14. Realize there is no coffee between here and your destination. Cry.
  15. Realize that you have been away from home for over 20 hours and are still in Texas.
  16. Finally, make it to the state line. Take a picture. Turn around and go home.
  17. Try again next year.

The Cloth Diapering Journey (So Far)

I started my commitment to cloth diapering when Carl was about a year and half old. Before that, the choices available (how can there possibly be so many options for a poop catcher, I ask),  as well as the thought of  incorporating a new major change completely overwhelmed me. I did not want any of my precious baby bonding time to disappear with this change. And I didn’t really know anyone with a new baby, much less a cloth diapering family of whom I could ask all my questions.

Then, at Carl’s 15 month mark, I became at SAHM. With super-huge, terrifying life changes that included moving across Texas, a second pregnancy, and changing my identity as an income earner, I didn’t want to overwhelm anyone by jumping in to cloth diapering immediately. But I knew I wanted to cloth diaper, and, with a second baby on the way, I decided to make it work.

I first purchased ten FuzziBunz name brand pocket diapers to try out, just having read a few online reviews. You’re smarter than that, right? You’re going to talk to all your CD’ing friends, and you’ll read my blog, and you’ll email me questions, right? Because, those diapers almost broke this whole thing before it got off the ground. Carl is a big kid; he pees a lot. Those diapers leaked like crazy. We couldn’t go anywhere without the car seat getting soaked, or Brandon’s sportscoats, or suits getting saturated. Everything smelled like pee.

There are worse things, I suppose. (Like now, when everything smells like poop. Oh, potty training.)

But, with a dry cleaning bill adding up, and a frustrated and soggy spouse down on cloth, I spent more time on the internet and found a trial program through Jillian’s Drawers. They sent us several types of diapers for a 21 day trial, and we sent back what we didn’t want, keeping the best. I haven’t looked back since, but here’s what I learned:

1.Prefold. Prefold. Prefold.

I don’t think it matters whether they are bleached, unbleached, or purple. (Ok, purple might be a problem.) Prefolds adjust with age; endure folding in every possible way;  dry super fast; and, most importantly, they are cheap (you can find a dozen newborn prefolds for around $25.00). And when your kid grows up, you can use them to dust. You’ll need a Snappi, (and you can get away with just one, unless you have twins. Then you need two.) to hold them together. Safety pins are so last century, and honestly, once your baby starts crawling, that’s a moving target that you have to hit just right. Twice. A Snappi works, well, in a snap. I’m now a pro at attaching a diaper with a Snappi backwards.

2. If you aren’t in to folding, or the Snappi scares the stuffing out of you, there’s a lovely solution called a fitted diaper. These are a little bit pricier (ranging from $7.00 on up, depending on the material make up and brand), plus you have to buy several different sizes as baby grows. But, they are shaped like a diaper, and Green Mountain Diapers makes them with snaps. No Snappi. No problem. Good for grandparents, sidetracked spouses, and babysitters. Good for you. (You’ll want a few of these for nighttime cloth diapering anyway, but more on that later.)

3. Get the good diaper cover.

I love Thirsties duo wrap. I like the snaps for older kids. I like the velcro (called Aplix hook and loop) for babies that need to be adjusted daily because they grow like the hole in the ozone. Duo wraps have a double gusset. You know what that does? It keeps the poop in the diaper, instead of on you or that adorable, expensive, 100% organic linen onesie. And that means fewer outfit changes for everyone. Which means less laundry. Which means, more snuggle time.

I’m not saying that Thirsties are the alpha and omega of cloth diaper covers, I’m just saying, I didn’t look around after I found them.

That’s it.

Unless you think that putting two separate pieces of a diaper on a squalling baby might send you over the edge, in which case…. a pocket diaper might answer your needs.

  1. For cheap, but effective, the Kawaii One Size Pocket Diaper worked really well for us. We didn’t buy them, because I don’t like to mix my microfiber wash with my cotton wash. But, if I hadn’t heard such amazing recommendations and loved the versatility of a prefold and cover, I would have gone with a set of Kawaii, and….
  2. A set of BumGenius 4.0 (because they hadn’t released the 5.0 at that time). These diapers receive rave reviews online, as well as from friends. Our trial experience also left me loving the BG more than any other pocket diaper or All In One (AIO) we tried.

I think that out of 10 days in each diaper, Carl leaked once in the Kawaii, and none in the BumGenius. So, my BG love is a relatively slight preference.

I suggest pocket diapers like these because the absorbency can be adjusted as baby gets bigger. Pocket diapers typically come with a microfiber insert, which your kid eventually outgrows. The pocket lets you add in things like hemp/cotton prefolds under the microfiber, making the pocket workable for all ages. But, get a good pocket, with good leg gussets. I am not kidding because poop. 

A final note about those very first FuzziBunz  name brand diapers that I mentioned: I hate spending money on a diaper and not using it. So, I have started using these on Jack, and they’ve been fine. Mostly I use them for school, babysitters, and family.  I have also started using the large Perfect Size Fuzzibunz on Carl at night, with a hemp/cotton prefold under the microfiber and a wool cover over everything. This seems to do ok, but it’s super bulky and not something I would have used back in the days when we were new and experimenting. I just think that, as the boys grow, the One Size Fits All label might not be accurate. Infants hold a lot less urine than toddlers, so the double gusset and absorbency is less of an issue when they’re little. But, 18 month old Jack will be a totally different ball game when it comes to pocket diapers.

I’ve found that my prefolds and covers hold everything in, regardless of age and size (I mean, Carl was 18 months when we started with prefolds, and those suckers managed to contain tons of urine beautifully). Which brings me back to one of the most important points with cloth diapering, you have to be flexible. Admittedly, this true of all diapering. You have to be willing to problem solve. You have to be willing to use duct tape, or plastic sheets, or fleece pajamas. You have to stay cool, calm, and collected.

Until they go to bed, and then you should drink wine and cry. Call me, I’ll join you.

For specific ideas about how much and what you’ll need, here’s my list.

My Actual “Stash” Looks Like This:

Daytime Cloth Diapering Stash

  • 2 Newborn Cloth-eez prefolds (We used disposable diapers that were gifted to us until Jack was about 3 months old, and we have BIG babies, so Jack outgrew this size immediately.) [$2 ea]
  • 14 small Cloth-eez prefolds [$29]
  • 6 Toddler OsoCozy prefolds [$19]
  • 12 large Cloth-eez prefolds [$40]
  • 3 size 1 Thirsties Duo Wrap, in Aplix hook and loop [$12.75 ea]
  • 4 size 2 Thirsties Duo Wrap, in Aplix hook and loop [12.75 ea]
  • 4 size 2 Thirsties Duo Wrap, in snap [$12.75]
  • 1 size 1 Snappi [$3.95]
  • 5 large Fuzzibunz One Size pocket diapers (for daycare) [$19.95]

Nighttime Diapering Stash

  • 1 large Cloth-eez fitted diaper [$10.95]
  • 1 medium Cloth-eez fitted diaper [$9.50]
  • 1 large Kissaluvs fitted diaper [$10 – sale]
  • 1 Sustainablebabyish Overnight Bamboo Fitted (OBF) [$28]
  • 4 Thirsties Duo hemp/cotton prefolds [$7.95 ea]
  • 1 medium Woollybottoms hybrid soaker [$25]
  • 1 large Woollybottoms hybrid soaker [$25]
  • 2 Green Mountain Diapers night stay-dry doubler [$8.50 ea]
  • 5 large Fuzzibunz Perfect Size pocket diapers (toddler overnight diapering) [$17.95 ea]
  • 12 Alva bamboo fibre inserts ($30)

Additional Fluff 

  • Diaper sprayer (only a necessity for pockets or AIOs. (I went super fancy for $80)
  • Pail liner ($17)
  • Wet Bag x 2 ($15 ea)

This stash managed to diaper both a toddler and infant simultaneously for 8 months, with wash days happening every two to three days.

Let me just say that, in total, the cloth diapering of two children from infancy to potty training has cost us $745 to date. For two kids. Obviously, cloth diapers wear out, so you may have to replace some of your items. And, we supplemented all of this with disposable diapers, particularly when Carl went through his defiant “I can remove my poopy diapers without you” phase, so we’ve certainly spent more money on diapers than what I’ve calculated. HOWEVER, in a typical month, disposable diapers cost around $62.50 per child. If your child isn’t potty trained until they are three years old, you’re looking at a cost of $2,250. Multiply that number by however many kids you have, or plan to have, and voila. You’re broke.


If you are a bargain shopper with coupons in your blood stream, then disposable diapers may end up being less expensive than what I’ve listed. But, if you’ve got the time to coupon, you damn well have the time to cloth diaper.


It’s not like we’re saving for their college funds with all the money we aren’t spending on disposable diapers. But we could be.

We could be.

*These opinions are 100% my own, based on my own experiences. I did not receive any donations, financial gains, or other recognition for this article.


A Letter to My Sons, June 2016



Dear Boys,

Hello. The world feels like a strange and dark place right now to your mama, and so I want to write a letter to the future yous. Because right now, you are so little, you might not understand most of the words I have to say. And, because right now, the world exists in the arms of your mama and daddy, and it is good.

But one day, you will be big. Bigger than you are now. Big enough to reach the sink without a step stool; big enough to tower over your mama, and probably your daddy too. One day, you’ll be able to read the news, and you’ll learn all sorts of things. Like hate. And anger. And anguish. When you do, I hope you’ll be brave.

In high school or college, you may see a girl drinking too much. A girl who can’t stand up or answer your questions; I hope that you stand beside her. I hope that if she disappears outside, you find her. I hope that you protect her from any person who might intend her harm. I hope that you will find her phone, and call the last dialed number to get her a ride. If her phone is unreachable, stay with her. Keep her safe. [1.]

Because, my darling, little boys, you were born with great privilege. You were born white. You were born boys. And you were born rich. With all of those things comes a great deal of power, which requires a great deal of responsibility. You can pretend that you do not have this power, but you shouldn’t. Instead, I beg you to use your strength for people who have none, or for people who need to borrow yours for just a little while.

I need you to be brave when, in the midst of a strange and frightening day on your job, you have to choose between destroying something you swore to protect and fixing a situation  you hoped might never happen. With all the world watching, I hope you’ll be brave. [2.]

Someday, you might find yourself in a place where you finally feel safe, and accepted in ways you haven’t before. This place will feel like a home for your soul where people understand, love, and get you. If someone should come in and start to destroy that place, start taking lives you love, I hope you’ll be brave. I hope that you will protect, that you will fight for that space, and those you love. If you exist outside that space, if you are not a member of that soul home, I ask you to use your strength and power to give a voice to those who lost theirs. That you will not drown out their voices with your incomparable experiences. [3.]

I hope that you shout until your voice goes hoarse, that you parade in front of the Capitol to see changes you want. I dream of passion and power and grace in your futures.

I hope you’ll bravely defend parents and children who experience the painful outcomes of horrific accidents. I pray you not jump to hasty conclusions about the parenting abilities of your fellow humans; that you share grief, and fear, and compassion with others experiencing losses you could never imagine and I hope you never know.[4.] 

Be brave, boys. The world turns on its axis cruelly this June, and mama would like nothing more than to curl up in a ball and cry, but you make me brave. I will do everything I can to help you be brave too.


Prickly Pear Mama

[1.] State of California v. Brock Turner sentencing, June 2. 

[2.]Gorilla killed after toddler falls in zoo enclosure, Cinncinnati, May 31.

[3.]Pulse Nightclub mass shooting, Orlando, June 12.  

[4.]Toddler Lane Graves attacked and killed by alligator, Orlando, June 14.


Dear Cloth Diapering Commitment Phobe,

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Right now, I just have one child in diapers all the time, but in my not so distant past there were two boys in cloth diapers. And it was okay. In fact, I really loved it.

But, I get it. You think that cloth diapers are gross. You worry about your washing machine and yet another time suck that keeps you from your baby. You think cloth diapers cost too much, or won’t be effective. You’re freaked out about poop.

Poop, y’all. It ain’t pretty. But it happens a lot in my house. As a friend so aptly said, there comes a point when poop becomes the fifth element: earth, fire, wind, water, poop. It’s just a way of life after baby arrives, whether your diapers are cotton or plastic; whether your child is potty trained or you’re just discovering meconium. And, actually, I’ve discovered that the amount of poop getting on me, and baby, and flooring, and crib, and sheets, is greatly reduced in a cloth diaper.

Here’s the scoop:

  1. If cloth diapering interests you, give it a try. The hardest thing about cloth is committing. Once you decide to cloth diaper, the battle is fairly well won. Then, wake up every day and remind yourself of why you cloth diaper to begin with, be it financial, environmental, health, or reducing the dreaded poop-splosion that sends onesies to the dark side. Every. Damn. Time.
  2. There are several trial programs to help you determine which cloth diaper belongs in your home. Try one. Ask your supportive family member to help you try one out as a baby gift. Trust me, you will come away feeling smart about your choice. We went with Jillian’s Drawers Changing Diapers Changing Minds program when Carl was about 18 months old, and I felt well versed in cloth diapers by the time our 21 days were up.
  3. I found that having the support of just one person made all the difference. One person who loves that you cloth diaper, and asks how it’s going. One person to  trouble shoot, or just listen to you wax on about how much you love cloth. Find that person. Let me be that person if you don’t have one in your family or friend group. You can often find people like this on social media, or you can join a Facebook cloth diapering group. Sometimes, when you start talking about the cloth diaper life, people come out of the woodwork to share their experiences with you.
  4. The internet makes cloth diapering easier. Once you know what works for you, you can find myriad resources online about the best care and troubleshooting for your brand. I love Green Mountain Diapers as a resource for washing, reviews, and photographs of how to use my prefolds as my boys grow. I also found a blog that shows all the different ways to fold a diaper and it blew my mind.
  5. Know that your cloth diapering plans can change, and be flexible. Somedays, when I don’t get the prefolds on the line, or in the dryer in time, we use disposables. (In fact, I keep a small stash of disposables tucked away for days like this.) Life happens. Just keep moving forward.
  6. You don’t always need all the jazz. No really. We bought a diaper sprayer, but I soon realized that I actually prefer a good pair of gloves and the “swirl and flush” method. The diaper sprayer works wonders on our AIO diapers, but I only pull those out for the babysitter, so…I don’t know that it was worth it. I bought a huge wet bag for the diapers, and a fancy trash can. But it turns out that I like this tiny metal, lidless, breathable office trash can for my dirties so they can dry out (reducing smells). It also forces me to wash more often, because I run out of room more quickly.
  7. Cloth diapering may not be for you. If you have a weak stomach, think carefully about whether you can overcome that obstacle. If your spouse/co-parent claims confusion over the different folds and snaps, then maybe you should avoid the prefold with a cover and look at an all in one, or all in two. If you can’t begin to imagine using wool, and adding another layer to your wash routine, then a disposable at night might be the right answer. A disposable with your potty training toddler who poops four times in one hour before falling asleep at night might be the right answer. I am not joking. Adjust for your life.
  8. Smells are solvable. Smells can be managed. Smells don’t have to ruin your life.
  9. These things are so damn cute. Buy a couple just for pictures, and then take a million pictures of your kid in their adorable underwear.
  10. Skinny jeans may not work for your cloth diapered kid. In fact, you might consider the oddly shaped, fuzzy butt when purchasing clothes. Size up. Or look for brands that make bigger bottoms in their clothes. Or forget pants (if the weather is warm) and let your baby strut that adorableness all over town. Invest in leg warmers, which make diaper changing easier regardless of what the diaper consists of. You only get to torture that baby with “soo cute” rainbow striped legwarmers for a little while

.10 October (6)

Love cloth diapering? Thinking about joining the cloth diaper movement? Tell me about it.




A Letter to Social Media Regarding Brock Turner

I promised myself to stay out of this, but my brain has been thinking about the Brock Turner sexual assault case for days now, and I can’t let it go. My heart breaks and rages simultaneously, and I know that yours does too. But, here’s the deal:

If this incident truly hammers at the core of your being, talking and screaming and fighting on Facebook about who was more wrong, about the inhumanity of Brock, about the injustice of it all, does not fix the problem. I do not know that the problem of Brock can be fixed (more on this soon), but slacktivism does not fix the problem. Tomorrow a new, heart-wrenching cover story will arrive to make us forget about all of this. I pray that you don’t.

I have been wracking my brain trying to determine what to do with this heartache of mine. I’ve come up with some thoughts. You can, of course, sign the petition for the removal of Judge Aaron Persky from the bench, but that is not enough, nor will it necessarily make the difference that you want it to. In fact, any of these suggestions alone are simply not enough. Do them anyway.

  1. Donate your money or time to a sexual assault center in your area. Survivors like the one in Brock’s case utilize the services of these centers. The workers there support her in court, at the hospital, through counseling, and in a myriad of other life-advancing ways.
  1. If you do not have a local center, donate to Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network ( so they can keep running their hotline for survivors.
  1. Support sexual education in your schools. I could not be more serious about this. If we cannot even talk about sex, how can we ever address consent? If parents do not discuss this at home, it should be happening somewhere. These programs often suffer from low or no funding, but work diligently to educate thousands of students in a year. Support these programs.
  1. Support your state sexual assault organization. For example, in Texas, you can donate to Texas Association Against Sexual Assault ( They are often the clearinghouse for trainings all over your state, and lobby at the state and national levels for change. If you can, attend one of their trainings, try and stream it, or sign up on their website to do a virtual training.
  1. On that note, if the sentencing in this case burns a fire in you, pay attention when it’s time to elect judges.  Help fund the campaign of a judge you believe in. Learn about their judicial record.
  1. Find out if your local legal system requires sexual offenders to hear from Victim Impact Panels, if they require classes educating offenders about consent, or how the courts work with a local rape crisis or domestic violence center. If they don’t, advocate for these changes.
  1. Talk to your children about consent. Talk to them about sex. If you don’t know how to do this, look it up on the internet, where resources abound. Ask the sex educator in your school district. In our town, there’s actually a church that provides classes on this to teens. But do not pretend that your kid gets it. Even after you talk about it once, keep talking about it. It’s uncomfortable. So was birthing them. Some things just have to happen.
  1. On that note, talk to your kids about consent in front of their friends. Because you never know. Talk about consent as if you were trying to convert the nation to a culture of consent. Because you are.
  1.  Set limits for your children. Tell them no. When they are very young, teach them about personal space, about asking to give and receive hugs. Do not force them to hug and kiss when they do not want to or are uncomfortable, this teaches them that they have no control over their bodies.
  1. Pay attention to how you talk about this case, and other cases. She is a survivor. Rape survivors often have post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), from not knowing whether they will live through their rape. They do not sleep the way you probably do. They do not have relationships the way you probably do, or at least, not for a very long time following their experience. If you know a rape survivor, call them that: Survivor. It is a powerful word. Understand that they may require hospitalization, therapy, medication. They are not crazy. They have survived. They are fighting for their lives. Still.
  1. If you disagree with someone’s opinion on Brock and the entire situation. If you think they are not strict enough, or cruel enough, or that Brock’s sexual organs should be removed because of his acts, try to have a civil conversation about it. Do not scream at them as if they were an idiot. If you feel the need to scream at them, do all of the action bulletins listed above first, and if you still have energy after that, feel free to yell. But civil discourse can lead to community action, rather than polarization. Talk about it.

And finally, let’s have an honest discussion about Brock and his future. These thoughts may not be popular, but before you rake me over the coals, read all of what I have to say. Brock raped a woman. Brock ended life as she knew it. No sentence received will change Brock or the survivor’s past. Brock and his family have received so much public attention regarding this case that I think his life is over in ways he could not have imagined. HOWEVER, he has money to change his name. He has connections to obtain a good job that pays well and provides him the lifestyle he is accustomed to. A life of privilege. We, collectively, have painted Brock as a vile, inhuman, animalistic rapist. Think about that. We make rape the verb of Brock’s life. We have decided this is who he is. In that decision, and despite a sexual offender website, we make it possible for him to rape again. Because that is who he is according to this universe.

Unless. Unless he were to be educated about consent. Made aware about the difference between wanting something and taking it. Educated about the difference between drinking to lower inhibition versus drinking for an excuse.  Unless, somehow, Brock could become a voice of education regarding consent, of awareness for campus sexual assault, a voice of change. Because that would truly be the only thing his survivor wants of him.

But it might be too late for him, because we decided that he’s not capable of that.

Do not decide for him. Push for him to survive as well; to meet the expectation, and regain his humanity. We are capable of change if we, and those around him believe.

Educate. Fight. Advocate. Listen. Do not let Brock of the past win. We cannot afford to lose.



(Also, just in case you have no idea what this case is about, or wonder how I really feel about it, read this.)

Laundry Day

Today I strung up a clothesline in my back yard. I stretched it taut to hang my cloth diapers, and the bed linens I’ve stashed away for the past two years while we searched for our place to settle. Rooted somewhere in my long-term memory, the smell of clean, wet sheets snapping in the wind sends me in to a momentary daze. I remember sheets as tents, as hide and seek havens, as comfort, and home, and a place of dreams.

The process of hanging things with clothespins on a line also takes me to a less distant past of college days. October days where I rose early enough to catch the dew in the Georgia grass, and walked our front campus through slight fog. Often I was in shabby overalls, carting huge boxes filled with t-shirts designed by students, faculty, and staff. Survivors. Advocates. People who understood that the clothesline we hung every October gave voice to people with some amount of violence in their past or present. Domestic violence. Rape. Sexual assault. Molestation. My strong arms strung up the clothesline to pin those shirts on. My strong voice traveled to the nation’s capital to protest those things that mattered to me.

Ten years ago, my mission was to save the world. To start my own women’s shelter. To be the voice for those who had lost theirs. Ten years ago, I was a powerhouse of energy, headed to graduate school after co-founding a women’s resource center on our campus. After starting a local chapter of The Clothesline Project. After graduating Magna Cum Laude. After spending countless  200+ hours volunteering at shelters.


Hanging laundry on the line brings me back to the present. Where my two boys play in my yard, and I am no longer the Wonder Woman of ten years ago. The decade has changed me; taking my identity and molding it into things I never thought I could or would be. Somehow I have become a different Wonder Woman with eight arms at once, capable of the physical strength required to bounce, carry, hold, rock, bathe, burp, and breastfeed. The one that does not gag at poop, or puke, or diarrhea. The one who sleeps five intermittent hours and arises to start all over again.

I have spent a great deal of time questioning who I am. Whether I can still be a feminist if I stay home with my children. Whether I have value if I don’t receive a pay check. And, if I do, what is that value? I have spent ages wondering what I am doing with myself, and whether the me of ten years ago still means something.

Now, I know.

I am saving the world. But on a micro-scale. I am saving the world for two boys. For the countless men, and women, and children those boys will encounter in their lives.I am tasked with teaching those boys the world, and keeping their hearts soft. I am meant to show them bystander intervention, bravery, advocacy, strength in community, and the power of the individual. I am meant to teach them love.

Laundry day.

There are tiny souls to grow, and diapers to hang. Let us begin.