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February 2, 2011 By Lauren Bonk

My Little Man of the Cloth: Part Two

Warning: I am probably going to use the word “poop” a few times in this one.

Being able to bathe in a bathtub full of money is, of course, a great incentive to change your diapering ways. I know, however, that when we’re discussing something that involves touching poop, some people need more than financial motivation.

So I’m going to just get that whole issue out of the way. You don’t actually have to touch poop. Well, no more than the accidental poop-contact that we are all at risk of encountering, regardless of whether we use cloth or disposables. (When a baby slams his/her foot straight onto the diaper in the midst of a mid-change wrestling match, no one is spared.) There is this great invention out there called a “diaper sprayer.” It’s a little contraption that you hook up to your toilet. It uses a high-pressure spray that obliterates anything in its path and, more importantly, keeps your hands clean.

There. No more excuses. Save money, keep your hands clean.

Here’s another good incentive for all you vain mothers out there.
Every mom (or dad) has some kind of vanity-based hang-up when it comes to her (or his) baby. At first, mine was the ‘baby ghetto booty.’ What I’ve noticed, however, is that my initial hang-up has actually morphed into something I am quite happy with; very stylish half-nudity. I’ve got plenty of half-naked pictures of Charlie, and I’m pretty excited about the fact that he looks totally stylin’ in all of them. (Now, remember: I am not dissing anyone who is doing disposables; I am simply trying to show people what they’re missing by not using cloth.) What looks nicer in pictures? A baby butt cutely wrapped in an apple-green, fleecy shell? Or a butt wrapped in Mickey Mouse paper? I’ll let you answer that one.

Do you buy organic food because you don’t want things like toxins, chemicals, and dyes entering your body? What about your baby’s skin? You think Mickey Mouse magically appeared on the front of that diaper?

Cloth diapering is no longer a fold-and-stab-your-finger-on-giant-pins kind of endeavor. There a bazillions of different options, but I’d like to show you what we use.

The first diapers we invested in were the “Flip System” by Cotton Babies. We ordered our Flips from the Cotton Babies site. This is a really helpful catch-all website, as it features about every version of cloth diaper, and is great if you’re just starting out and want to explore your options. The Flip System is a one-size-fits-all system that uses inserts and shells. In this particular case, we opted out of buying the inserts and buying pre-foldsinstead. A pre-fold is the “old-fashioned” version of a cloth diaper, but we don’t use pins or rubber pants. The pre-folds were less expensive than the inserts, so we voted for the cheaper option.

Note Do NOT be fooled by the Flip disposable/biodegradable inserts. They are too narrow and a poopy situation would just obliterate the insert, I think.

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All you do is fold up the diaper and stick it in the front and back flaps. Since Charlie is a boy, we fold it in the front-flap area; you would fold it in the back for girls. Notice all the snaps: you can modify how you snap up the diaper in order to change the size.

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What’s awesome is this: if it’s simply a wet diaper, or a fairly-tame dirty diaper, you just throw it in the Diaper Champ and hang the shell up to dry. We bought 6 shells and about 36 pre-folds, and end up washing diapers about every 2nd to 3rd day.

Each brand of cloth diaper has its pros and cons. The pro for the Flip is the need for only about 6 (you could probably even get away with 5) shells to get you through a couple days. The con: there is nothing between your baby’s skin and the actual diaper, so you have to change a little more frequently in order to avoid discomfort.

We finally decided to upgrade to a one-size-fits-all brand of “pocket diaper” calledFuzziBunz. We got ours from Nurtured Family, because first-time customers get a 10% discount. This system involves microfiber inserts and fleece pocket diapers.

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Pros: Moisture is wicked down into the inserts, leaving the fleece almost completely dry. This means you can keep the diaper on the butt for much longer.
Cons: Since the inserts go under the fleece, you have to wash the whole diaper, meaning you will need to purchase more diapers than you would if you were using the Flip system.

Both methods have their perks. You might only buy a few pocket diapers and reserve them for overnight or travel use, and use Flips for the rest of the time. Like I said, these are only 2 brands out of a bazillion. We chose the one-size-fits-all diapers because it seems to be more cost-effective. If you use other kinds and love them, please leave a comment!

Finally, something that can’t be ignored is the environmental impact of disposable diapers. Landfills are overflowing with them, and hundreds of thousands of trees are being chopped down to accommodate the thousands of babies that are being born each day. The time it takes you to rinse a few diapers in the toilet is about the same as the time you spend running a bag out to the trash.

So what do you say? Save money? Have cuter baby pictures? Help save a few gagillion trees?

 

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Filed Under: The Fam Tagged With: budget, cloth diapers, diapers, environment, flip system, fuzzibunz, reviews, saving money

January 30, 2011 By Lauren Bonk

My Little Man of the Cloth: Part One

First of all, this is Charlie, my son (or the back of him, anyway). He is currently 10 and a half months old and totally awesome. Secondly, I’m sorry it’s been a gazillion years since my last post. It’s been a busy week/end.

I know I promised not to fill up my blog with a bunch of diaper content, but after a few non-diaper posts, I think I’m allowed. I am, after all, a mom, and sometimes I’ve just got to talk about diapers.

Cloth diapers, specifically.

Now, don’t worry, I’m not going to get all high-and-mighty and tell everyone that they’re corporate heathens brainwashed by the Society of Convenience and that I am infinitely better than everyone else (I actually read that on a forum post once. I wish I would have bookmarked it). I’m just going to tell you guys about how TOTALLY AWESOME they are, and how incredibly grateful I am that my husband convinced me to go along with him on it.

Let’s all close our eyes for a minute, and imagine a woman named Lauren. She’s sitting on an extremely cheap but surprisingly comfortable Craigslist couch, looking as though she has eaten either a beach ball or a toddler-aged manatee. She has just finished crying after watching an episode of Friends, and is considering waddling over to the computer and harvesting her Farmville crops. After deciding, instead, to eat some leftover fried chicken (oftentimes, fried chicken was the only thing with the ability to dam her tears) she notices that she has put a bottle of dish soap in the fridge instead of under the sink. This revelation, of course, causes tears to flood out of her eyes again, requiring the medicinal qualities of a yet another drumstick. Luckily, her gallant husband Paul returns home shortly after work to snuggle away the aftereffects of the Great 3 PM Meltdown.

Now, let’s all imagine Lauren’s reaction to Paul’s unsuspecting and innocent mid-snuggle suggestion to use cloth diapers instead of disposables.

Rather than yelling or bursting into tears, Lauren becomes snarky, sullen, and irrational. Emphasis on the irrational.

Most people’s objections to cloth diapers involve having to clean poop out of a diaper instead of just throwing it away. My main objection, however, had to do with “baby ghetto-booty.”

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I had seen a few cloth-diapered babies (if you are reading this and happen to be a parent of one of these babies, please don’t be offended; it was the hormones) and all I could think was, “But his/her butt’s so BIG! You probably have to buy bigger sizes of pants and onesies and blah blah blah…”

The one thing my irrational self could not argue with was our financial state at the time. Not only was it cheaper even to use quarters in a laundromat than it was to buy disposables, but we also lived in Austin, TX and had the perfect weather to dry them on a line. When it came to money, I had no other choice to but to resign to the side of frugality.

What I didn’t expect was how excited I got when we got online and picked out styles and colors. Or how we both acted like giddy little girls when they came in the mail…OR the ridiculous amounts of money we would save by going cloth. For real, though. If you filled a bathtub with the money we’re saving, you could take a very uncomfortable and pretty gross bath.

For this post, I’m going to break down how much money we have spent using cloth diapers compared to how much money one would spend on disposables. Just for the sake of fairness, I will even go by the amount of money my sister-in-law has spent. If you don’t know my sister-in-law, all you need to know is that she is the Queen of Coupons. If there were a kingdom (let’s call it Coupopia), she would be reigning over the land, impaling the heads of over-spenders on stakes.

Aaaaaaanyway, let’s get to the math. For those of you who are familiar with my mathematical abilities, know that Paul helped me, so the results should be accurate.

We’re doing this over a period of 10 months, as Charlie is almost 11 months, and we used disposables for the first couple of weeks.
The Queen of Coupopia refuses to spend more than $6.99 on a package of diapers, and when her little boy was around 10 months old, she used about 8 diapers a day. The average package of diapers for that size baby contained about 36 diapers. So:
8 diapers a day for 7 days equals 56 diapers a week. We’ll estimate about 4 weeks in a month and that’s 224 diapers a month. At 10 months we’re at a whopping 2240 diapers. Divide that by 36 and you’ve got 62 packages of diapers at $6.99 (plus knocking off about $22 to make it even with us using dispoables for 2 weeks), making an approximate total of $413.00 in 10 months.

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Oof.

Now let’s check out the cloth. When you’re talking about cloth, you can’t forget the start-up cost. (I’ll get into specific diaper types and whatnot in the next post.) We paid about $121.00 to acquire our stash. We used cloth on Charlie in Austin for about 3 months, so we dried the clothes on the line during that time. We paid $1.25 per load and did laundry about every 2nd to 3rd day, so:
$1.25, 3 times a week for 3 months is: $45.00
When we moved to NE, our apartment complex didn’t really allow us to have a line, so we both wash and dry at $1.00 per load, so:
$2.00, 3 times a week, 4 weeks a month for 7 months is: $168
$168+45.00+121=$334.00

So, in about 10 months, we’ve saved about 80 bucks. I know that start-up cost seems like a lot, but you can’t forget that these things will be diapering Charlie for as long as he needs them and will be covering our next kid’s butt, too.
So, for right now, it would be kind of a shallow money-bath. Talk to us in another year, however, and you’ll find us bathing in much deeper levels of dough.

Wow, this post ended up being incredibly long, and I haven’t even covered everything I wanted to talk about. Let’s say “To Be Continued” because, after all that math, I can feel my brain cells plotting a mutiny.

Filed Under: The Fam

January 26, 2011 By Lauren Bonk

Threatening Myself with a Bar of Soap

It’s time to put down my wheels and idle around the runway for a few minutes of reflection…

I was recently told that one of my family members thinks I use too much “dirty language” on my blog. At first, of course, I felt my feathers ruffling a little bit. It’s myblog and I’ll cuss if I want! And people will deal with it!

Psssst! Hey, Lauren! Remember your last blog? The one about ego? Hmm?

Now, I’m not planning on conforming to every single suggestion that people throw out there, but I did force myself to stop and think about this one. So, I slept on it…and I woke up and read through my blogs again…and was a little disappointed in myself. What have Paul and I been working on since we found out there was a little person chillin’ out in my belly? Revamping our vocabularies, that’s what. We’ve gotten to be pretty good at censoring ourselves over the past year and a half (even when we stub our toes or slam our knees into the baby gate) so why do I seem to lose my filter when I type?

Is it a “public persona” thing? Do I think that people want to hear me swearing like a sailor? (Granted, I wasn’t really swearing like a sailor, but it was sure more than was necessary…) Because I’m pretty sure that the majority of the people reading either don’t want to read a bunch of swear words, or don’t care what kind of words I use, as long as my personality comes out through the text.

Plus, I’m a smart lady, right? I’ve got a bajillion dollars worth of student loan debt to prove that I went to college, don’t I? Why don’t I put them those years of college to use and figure out how to express myself without using gutter-language? (For the record, however, the ‘f’ in FFML was purely demonstrative, and I don’t feel bad about that one at all.)

Also, what kind of message am I putting out (Granted, the harshest words he utters right now are ‘gwee’ and ‘wub wub’…but still.) to Charlie? “Hey, we can’t cuss at home, but if you’re creating content to go out to the masses, it’s okay to sacrifice our personal standards in order to market yourself.” NO! That is not the message I want to get out at all.

Now, I know that my husband is probably reading this with a very kind and loving “Well, I kind of told you so…” look on his face… And, yeah, he kind of did… But this type of realization is something I have to come to myself, even if someone’s been telling me about it for awhile.

So I’ll take on another challenge. I will begin the cleansing of my blog-uage. I will start using my poor old dusty brain a little bit more effectively and start expressing myself without the use of trash-talk. This does not mean, however, that my blog’s going to turn into a Disney movie. Don’t worry about that. I was definitely more of a Nickelodeon girl when I grew up anyway…which is proving, I think, to be a good thing. Seriously, have you watched Disney shows lately? Have you? Have you!? But that, my friends, is an entirely different blog post.

Filed Under: Neverending Self Improvement

January 23, 2011 By Lauren Bonk

My Ego and Its Gravitational Pull

Paul (my Husband) and I watched Julie & Julia the other night, and a few things have been sticking in my head ever since…A few slightly troubling things.

First of all, quick synopsis:
A modern day girl named Julie is bored with her life and decides to cook all 524 (or something like that) recipes in Julia Child’s French cookbook and document it in a blog. As we watch this storyline unfold, we also get to see a portion of Julia Child’s life around the time she published said cookbook.

As we sat on the couch, we both (Paul more so than I) became progressively annoyed by the Julie character as the blog became a bigger part of her life. Relationship problems began to crop up, as well as cheesy temper tantrums and pity parties. I found myself thinking, “Jeezo, what a selfish, egotistical…”

…Uh, oh…

Internal dilemma time. I knew when I began this endeavor that these thoughts would be popping up. Back when I first stumbled upon this thing called “blogging,” I was pretty sure that it must be the stupidest, most vain thing I had ever, ever heard of. Seriously, these people’s egos must have their own gravitational pulls. Why would I ever be interested in what is going on in this person’s life? Why would this person think I (or anyone) would care?

Hmmm… This one is a thinker for me. Why am I enjoying blogging so much? Is it because I think the world revolves around me?
Well, no.
Do I get my jollies from all the attention?
Well, maaayyybe…but not too many jollies! Only like, two jollies.
Do I think I possess knowledge that is entirely crucial to the rest of the world’s well being?
Sheesh, no!

So what’s the deal?
After a few days of thinking, my brain has come up with some explanations. First of all, Imiss miss miss writing. I even miss waking up at 4 am to finish a Victorian Lit paper that Itotally should have started on five days earlier.
I, however, do not miss waking up to finish any kind of Teacher Education paper. Ugh.

There’s just something awesome about the click click click of the keyboard and the act of filling up that “Untitled” page with rows and rows of your favorite font. I miss thinking things in my head and molding them into something tangible (well, tangible if you print it out…or touch the screen…).

So there’s that, the whole writing bit, but I still haven’t addressed the narcissism. Probably because I’m still having a hard time with it. The more I forced myself to think about it, the more I realized that this “blogging high” I’m experiencing feels an awful lot like the “Theatre high” I would get on stage. Being up there, in front of a bunch of people, putting your hard work on display is such a huge rush. Who knows? People could love what you’re doing or they could just hate it. Similar to the way I read and review my lines, I write and review my blogs. I prepare material and then present it to an audience, and it is scary and awesome.
So, all in all, I don’t think it’s because of my love of me that makes me blog; I think it’s my love of putting myself out there.

Finally, I thought about the blogs that I follow. Why am I following this person’s blog? What does it have to offer me? Some of them are written by friends or family that I want to keep up with. Others provide useful information that I can use in my business.

My favorite ones, however, entertain me with material I can relate to.

That, I think, is the other factor. I know there are plenty of other people who encounter situations just like I do, and sometimes the only thing that makes us feel better is knowing that we’re not alone. I’m sure there is someone out there who probably slams his or her knee on the baby gate at least 12 times a day, or was in love with Jonny Quest when they were in Junior High, or practices revenge speeches in the mirror while they put on their makeup or brush their teeth. If I can put my thoughts out into the universe and have a few people feel connected or at the very least, distracted, I’m going to be pretty darned pleased.

It doesn’t mean that I think the world revolves around me. Or that I can eradicate hunger and cure cancer with my words. It means that I know there are people out there who are just as scatterbrained and irrational as me…and it’s more fun to be one of the weirdos than it is to be a weirdo all by yourself.

Filed Under: General Brain Exercise

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