2. It is perfectly acceptable to text Auntie Jessica in the middle of her work day to ask her 17 questions about how to wash cloth diapers. When she doesn't text back (um, what could possibly be more important?) right away, the next step is to call the store where they were purchased and bother them (
3. The polka dots are my favorite.
4. I won the daughter jackpot, because Leah is a great helper and helped me organize, fold and put away the diapers once they were washed. No, that really happened - to the very best of her two-year-old ability. She was totally stoked about it.
5. Cloth diapers are ridiculously soft. If they made them in adult sizes, I'd wear them instead of undeware. Like, for reals. I may or may not have tried to bring one or two to bed with me, before my husband informed me that was a little weird.
6. It feels really, really good to know that Peanut has clean diapers. Washed, put away, ready for his tiny tushy.
So, to sum up: going into this cloth diapering thing, I know pretty much squat.
Casey keeps laughing at me, 'cause I'm a little anxious about making this switch. I don't know why I've convinced myself that I can ruin either the diapers or the baby, but I'm pretty sure catastrophe is not out of the question on the butt-covering front.
Stick with me kids, because we're going to do a little on-the-job learning!
(And I can't really ruin the baby, right? I hear they're pretty durable; I'm 1 for 1 on that front so far...)