Before the littlest Miller arrived, I spent months in a panic researching the cloth vs disposables debate. I finally came to the conclusion that I would begin motherhood with Seventh Generation disposable diapers, but as I became more adept at this motherhood business, I would look into cloth. Well, folks, I am apparently never going to be adept at this motherhood business. Cloth diapers fell off my radar, much like ab exercises and shaving. I even gave up on those smug Seventh Generation 'sposies and began using Pampers with abandon. But then, a few weeks ago, the Universe threw a tag sale in my path, a tag sale not just selling a bounty of cloth diapers, but the kind of cloth diapers that are pre-folded and velcroed. These cloth diapers look and act just like a disposable, but with the small difference that I get to wash them myself, instead of making Mother Earth break down the components over a couple hundred years.
I like 'em. I don't find them any messier than the 'sposies. Audrey and I do have a rather symbiotic relationship though, so I have a pretty good idea when she'll be blessing us with a BM, and during those times she rides 'sposie. I have yet to clean a poopy cloth.
My laundry load hasn't really increased. In fact, I think it would be impossible for my laundry situation to get any more mountainous. Why motherhood multiplies laundry I'll never know. I find this especially amazing since I camp out most days in my yoga pants; its not like I spend my day changing into different well-coordinated outfits.
And most importantly . . .
Cloth diapers are just cuter. It gives Audrey a booty boost. Girl has got junk in her trunk.
Audrey probably wears a cloth diaper about 40% of the time. This saves about twenty diapers a week from a landfill. Will this stop the environmental destruction that we have so carelessly wrecked on our one and only planet? Probably not. The end is nigh, people! But maybe it does delay it a teensy, teensy bit.
The day began with Audrey waking at some ridiculously early hour. I only had to a launch a few well-aimed kicks to get Alex out of bed to entertain the whole reason for this Mother's Day business, while I blissfully slept in. Upon stumbling out of bed, I was greeted with waffles, mimosas, and a new little number from Anthropologie.
After breakfast, Audrey and I ended up back in bed. She naps, I read.
Then we head to Bridgeport for a Bridgeport Bluefish game and Mother's Day brunch extravaganza. I'm hoping to score some waffles for the second time that day.
No waffles, alas, but there was a carnation waiting for me at our table, and I was able to satisfy my seemingly bottomless craving for carbohydrates drenched in syrup with some all-you-can-eat french toast.
For whatever meteorological reason, it was freezing. Audrey fought the cold (and won!) with the witty combination of a full-body sweater and incredible cuteness.
Right before we left, the reader board announced that it was my first Mother's Day. Awwwww . . .