Girls, let’s talk about our babies’ or in my case, my grandbabies’ butterbeans.
What? You didn’t think this journal was all about discretion, did you?
Since I’m awful at keeping my own secrets, you may already know that I was a happy-heiny, cuddle-bun type of mom—cloth diapers all the way.
I think they’re prettier than throw-aways, comfier for tiny, um, assets. They also keep a boatload of paper and plastic from ending up in landfills. But they’re more than green to me—they’re a philosophy of love.
My mother is the one who taught me how to cut, hem, and fold square cloth diapers from bolts of cotton flannel. I’m still grateful for that lesson, a family heirloom of sorts, and for that invaluable time spent with my mother before my daughter Meg was born.
I started folding diapers at an early age using hankies—the perfect doll diaper.
Hey, I was even grateful for the time I spent AIRING my dirty laundry, soaping and scrubbing some true unmentionables before they found their way into my wringer washer. My gratitude is renewed even now, when I do my scrubby chores—how could I fail to appreciate the load of workhorse wash rags I ended up with after my last little bundle was potty-trained? Those were some BATTLE-HARDENED diapers, girls. And they were my favorite rags, just SOAKED with love.
And to make it easy for the moms in my hometown, we have a local delivered-right-to-your-door service, http://www.gogreendiapers.net/