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Diapers

Photo by Lori Ann.

Photo by Lori Ann.

I once chatted about diapers and what route we might take: reusable, diaper service, or disposables. I was still pregnant at the time. Well, 22 months later, I’m letting you know what we did. Sorry to have kept you up at night wondering for so long.

For Henry’s first three months, two of which both Tim and I were home, we used cloth diapers. My awesome friend from Sarah shipped us a big set of extra-small Fuzzibunz that she used with her first child. About every two to three days I’d head to the laundromat and throw the stinkers (though at that point Henry’s poop smelled like buttered popcorn thanks to breastfeeding) in a washing machine and bring them home to air dry by the window in the sun, which helped us save money on dryer cost and keep the white diapers white.

This was a really great setup … when we were both home and the diapers still fit Henry. Then we went back to work. Henry went to school. We started using disposable diapers full time. Cloth diapers, though cheaper in the long run, seemed like a big expense when we looked at the $100+ cost for a set of 12 all-in-ones, and day care required disposables anyway. The two to three visits a week at the laundromat, even if just for 40 minutes, was not fun anymore after going back to work full time and waking up multiple times a night to feed my baby. Affording the diaper service stayed just out of reach. We now buy Seventh Generation disposables in bulk.

I don’t have the energy to give a full-on diaper review other than to say they work for us and keep Henry’s bottom (and hopefully somewhat the earth) un-irritated and the poop and pee off the floor. That cloth diapers or the diaper service didn’t fit our immediate budget and were hard fit logistics-wise does not mean they aren’t completely valid options or that the expenses aren’t worth it. We pay a little more for the Seventh Generation than we would for a more “mainstream” brand, but buying in bulk helps. And we can’t leave Henry in a Seventh Generation diaper for 12+ hours a day like you can with some of the other brands (which sounds like a bad idea anyway), but the overnight diapers are pretty sweet. Speaking of overnight:

Henry’s first night sleeping in his own room

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Total nonevent. I was so tired the first night we put Henry to bed in his own room that I almost forgot it was Henry’s first night in his own room. He woke up once or twice, but went back to sleep easily. Now he sleeps through the night from about 7:30 p.m. to 6 a.m. Our bedtime routine has changed a little since he’s gotten older, and now that he’ll entertain himself with singing and talking to his hippo (and in anticipation of the post-crib, big-boy bed) we are trying to sleep-train him with a toddler clock that turns green when it’s OK to get up. It’s a slow process, but we’ve started early. Fingers crossed.

I’m sure there are other ignored promises of news I’ve made on this blog, but these are the two I could think of. Don’t remind me of any others.


Thing That Should Happen:

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This week’s New Yorker cover illustrates an exact conversation Tim and I (and, clearly, others) had the other day as I bounced Henry over solidified snow piles, slipped on blocks-long sheets of ice, and, yes, plowed through thick new snow (just without a plow).

Thank God for the sweet jogging/off-roading stroller my co-workers pooled together and got me. It’s been used almost every day of Henry’s life so far. In New York, we walk. Even in the snow. 

We’re starting to let/make Henry walk to more places with us, but a 3 mile daily commute is still a bit much for a 22-month-old. So he stays warm under his stroller cover and we slog. (And sometimes take the subway when it’s really cold, but I much prefer walking.)

When Tim saw this week’s cover he said: a snow plow would be more effective. But probably much less safe. So kudos to Otto Steininger for this week’s cover. We take total credit for the idea.


Thing That Should Happen: Toy Libraries

As I passed the library this morning on my walk to work I thought, “It would be great if the library also lent toys.”  What we don’t need in a small apartment (or even if we lived in a huge house) is a bunch of unplayedwith toys in a box/on a floor/under a couch/jammed in a closet taking up space. We could play with them for 14 or 21 days and give them back to the library! Which has lots of space! And we can renew the ones we like!

Turns out my idea isn’t even a little original:

USA Toy Library Association
The Pittsburgh Toy Lending Library
Toys Go Round
Los Angeles County Toy Loan Program

Or, for a fee, you can rent toys:

Sparkbox Toys (U.S. based subscription service)
Pleygo (U.S. based subscription service for Legos)
Baby’s Away (U.S. based supplies and toys)

There are other local rental companies in the United States, and this option is available worldwide. This Travel Mamas post has a comprehensive list.

Maybe we’ll try one out …


Empathy

In this video, Dr. Brené Brown explains the difference between sympathy and empathy. Some people are naturally empathetic. It took motherhood for empathy to become a regular, even if unwelcome, practice for me.

 

 

(Via Cup of Jo)


A Christmas post!

Christmas was particularly special this year. It was in Key West. We lived here for a whole week:

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(You’re welcome for getting this song in your head.)

Henry made his first trip to an airport:

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where we let him run around from 4-6 a.m., after which he slept for most of the flight. (Thank you for the children’s area, Jet Blue.)

We flew to Ft. Lauderdale, where we were soon reminded that we were in Florida:

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We took a family nap at our hotel and spent the evening using our magic to open the [automatic – shhh don’t tell!] doors in hotel lobby and running around the lobby breakfast area. Thank you for tolerating us, Jessica!

The next morning we met up with Uncle Michael and soon-to-be-Aunt Courtenay – whom we hadn’t seen since July 2012 – and were on our way to Key West! Our first stop was Hogfish Bar and Grill, where we would also make a second and third stop before the week was over. They have lobster mac and cheese, and fish on the wall:

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We went to the beach:

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We swam in the pool, some of us in our regular diapers even though we had swim diapers but couldn’t wait for anyone to go back in the house and get swim diapers before swimming:

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And Henry met his new best friend, Avery:

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Henry still asks about Avery almost every day. And any picture he sees of a white boy ages 2-10 he calls Avery. Ahh vree? Ahh vree?

But the reason we all went to Key West was to see my brother and Courtenay get married:

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We rode a trolley to the ceremony:

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Drank sparkling wine:

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Danced:

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And ate ketchup.

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Then we killed time until Christmas morning being classy. Playing Cards Against Humanity:

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and icing one another (though as the week progressed we veered from the traditional game beverage to a more economically sensible yet still appropriate one, as you can see):

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Then it was CHRISTMAS! Hugs and kisses all around:

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And, of course, presents:

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Then on to a sunset cruise, on which Uncle Jason proposed to to-be Aunt Laura:

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After which we all went out and celebrated:

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And we had a very merry Christmas.

Then it was back to the cold.

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And a visit with Grammy and Grampy.

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Where he got many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many presents.

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And had some feelings when it came to the last one:

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Before the holiday caught up to us.

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Then we came back home. And said Merry Christmas to our tree.

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Hope your holidays were as magical as ours. Merry Christmas!


(not my) Family Christmas cards: Ideas to steal

Gingerbread family

 

 

Over at Pleated Jeans is a list of 22 funny family Christmas cards. All overachievers. Enjoy!


(not my) Family Christmas card: The Slades


(not my) Family Christmas card: Christmas Jammies

Note: I love the self-promotion at the end. You get yours, Holdernesses.


Our Christmas card

This is the image I chose for our holiday card:

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Don’t reload your browser. There’s no picture. There’s no card.

I’m not morally against holiday cards. In fact, I think they’re delightful. I just don’t do them. I’m not any busier than those who create and send holiday cards, nor do I think them an improper use of time, I just can’t do it. Can’t remember to plan it. Can’t plan it. Can’t do it. Can’t. I want to make a fort under my desk and hide in it right now just talking about it. (Last year’s school photos are all still in the plastic sleeve they came in, and a few loved ones still haven’t received/will probably never receive birth announcements.)

I have friends and family I’d love to give Christmas cards to and who would love to have Christmas cards from us. I even love said friends and family. Just not enough to send them delightful Christmas cards.

So, dear friends and family, this is your Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, Festivus, Christmas, Kwanzaa card.

It is an invisible castle full of love.


18 months

18 months. A year and a half. We’ve entered a new clothing size – the last size to be measured in months.

How Henry feels about being 18 months old:

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Some stats:

Favorite foods: Bananas. Blueberries. Annie’s cheddar bunnies. And he’d eat pancakes every hour on the hour if we let him.

Favorite books: Subway still gets top billing, but Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? is closing in. He’s also now sitting all the way through, and asking for, The Little Engine That Could.

Favorite toys: Swiffer, tea bags, spice jars, hot cocoa canisters, dot pens, bouncing turtle (that he has begun standing on), Noah’s Ark, dump truck at school, anything he can or can’t stand on, anything he’s not supposed to play with.

Favorite activities: Reading, sweeping, taking tea bags out of their box and putting them back in, stacking hot cocoa canisters, moving spice jars  from one flat surface to another, opening and closing doors and drawers (we’ve been spending a lot of time in the kitchen together), turning lights on and off, taking baths, singing in his stroller, counting, watching Tony Awards performances on YouTube.

Then there are the words:
Manana, cackah, tuh-tay-ta, mik, joosh, dow, no-no, uh-oh, bye-bye, aah daah, moe, eet, baou, Mommy, Daddy, ot, Bown Bow, Man-uh-nine, beep beep, toot toot, step, dot doo, dee aahn, and mine.

Translation: Banana, cracker, potato, milk, juice, down, no-no, uh-oh, bye-bye, all done, more, eat, ball, Mommy, Daddy, hot, Brown Bear, Madeline, beep beep, toot toot, step, thank you, the end, and mine.

How Henry currently makes us laugh:

  • Singing only “all through the town” in “The Wheels on the Bus.”
  • Shaking his finger when he says “no-no.”
  • Clapping whenever a song, any song, is finished.
  • Dancing anytime any music comes on.
  • Eating entire pears and apples, including stems.
  • How proud of himself he is when he climbs onto something new or stands on something not meant to be stood on.
  • How strongly he feels his feelings.
  • That he’s ticklish on his baby butt.
  • Waving to everyone when he enters or leaves a room.
  • Flirting:

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Oh my gosh I love this kid.