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Boys Are Crazy

You’d think based on the fact that I was, at one point, a teenage girl, I would know that boys are crazy. But since actually raising one, I’ve seen first-hand the difference between boys and girls.

This weekend, Riley and I got together with a few of my former co-workers and their kids. All the kids were just a few months apart, making it very chaotic, fun and interesting. With 2 boys and 2 girls, all between almost 3 and almost 2-years old, things were nuts.

Well, not really. The girls….actually sat on their mom’s laps. GASP. They played quietly. They relaxed and enjoyed their lunch. QUIETLY.

The boys, well, you can probably guess. They ran, they jumped, they rough-housed, they yelled. While the girl moms were able to sit on the deck with their toddlers and relax, us boy moms ran through the backyard hollering, “come back!” as our little boys sprinted out of the yard, chased the dog and tried to eat sand from the sandbox.

Again, it just hit home the fact that boys and girls are different. Boys require tons of energy. However, the universe knows what it’s doing. Both of those girl moms? They’re both currently pregnant. With boys. BOOYA!

But Riley doesn’t merely feed off other little boy energy. This weekend he was nuts. Putting the dog’s bone in his mouth and thinking it was absolutely hilarious (which if it hadn’t been so gross, it totally would’ve been).

Then he took off his diaper. The diaper that had poop in it. And because we use cloth diapers, thankfully the diaper liner contained all the poop as it plopped onto the hardwood floor. Oh, it was gross. It was one of those moments that I froze. Unsure of what to do, but knowing that my natural reaction to run and hide was the wrong one. So I picked him up, Three Men and a Baby-style, and carried him to the bedroom.

Which is hard to do when your kid weighs 30 pounds. What a bicep workout! He cackled and laughed the whole time! I couldn’t believe it! He knows when he has poop in his diaper and he decided to take his diaper off and let it plop on the floor. Rest assured, little boy, this is one story I will use to embarrass you when you’re older.

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Cloth Diaper Frustration Part 2

See Part One here.

I’ve always loved cloth diapering Riley and have sung its praises to many people. Even inspiring my friend Kelly to cloth diaper her new little baby whenever he decides to make his grand entrance into the world.

But lately, I’ve been frustrated. I don’t know if it’s because I’m now cloth diapering a 2-year old, or if my diapers are just tired from getting washed 3 times per week for the last 2+ years, but lately, they’ve been leaking. A lot.

I’ve tried what the online cloth diapering goddesses have told me to try – switching detergent, stripping them, holding a seance. But really, I have no idea what else I should try.

I’m just getting really, really sick of seeing my little boy completely soaked when he wakes up from a nap. “Wet!” he exclaims. And seeing a wet spot on his booty a full 20 minutes after I just changed him. Is it that his bladder has gotten bigger? Should I just bite the bullet and potty train my 27-month old? Switch to disposable diapers? Suggestions are welcome!

 

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Clean-Up in Aisle 54

Last week we ventured to the mega ginormous Menards in our area to buy a whole bunch of house stuff. I figured we’d only be gone an hour or so, so I decided to forego the diaper bag (Mistake #1), and didn’t even throw a diaper in my giant purse (Mistake #2).

Riley was happily riding in the cart while we bought such random house stuff as a fruit picker for our pear tree, a new hose and a lawnmower. While we were pondering which doorbell we wanted to buy, and listening to the random, goofy dings and dongs of several of them, we heard the distinct sound of liquid pouring onto linoleum.

We look over to see Riley’s (disposable) diaper leaking his pee down his leg, over his shoe and onto Menard’s floor. A steady stream of urine. A river.

Derek and I stood in stunned silence for a minute, willing our brains to compute what was happening, so we’d spring into some genius, super-parent reaction. You know, turning back time to prevent this from happening in the first place or something similar that perfect parents automatically know how to do.

However, it was our 16-month old who summed up the event best.

“Uh oh,” he said while peering over the handles of the cart at his puddle.

Yes, buddy, uh oh, indeed.

I then muttered the phrase that is possibly the most terrifying in all of parenthood:

“Derek, I didn’t bring a diaper.”

He looked at me wide-eyed. I could see he was walking the thin line between saying something stupid and making me feel bad versus trying to figure out a solution to show that this really wasn’t that bad of a catastrophe.

“Does Menard’s sell diapers?” he asked. Um…probably not, dear. Where would they sell them? By the PVC piping? In the lumberyard? He made a feeble attempt to go look by the detergent, while Riley kept peering from the cart seat, repeating, Rainman-like, “Uh oh.” Needless to say, Derek came back empty-handed.

We devised a plan. It started, obviously, with running like hell. Fleeing the scene. Pretending everything was fine. We hurried to the exit. The plan was that I’d take Riley to the car while Derek quickly checked out.

When I dismounted Riley from the cart and put him on my hip, I immediately felt the pee seeping through my shirt and onto my skin. Ah, motherhood. Honestly, this is one of the least gross things I’ve had to deal with in the past year.

We walked to the car and I put his soggy butt into his car seat, and we waited for Daddy. Crisis averted. To whomever had to clean up the puddle in aisle 54, take Riley’s “uh oh” as an apology.

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Frustrating – Cloth Diapers

So we’ve been cloth diapering Riley since he was about 2 months old, and honestly, I love it. It makes me feel good that we’re helping both the environment and our bank account. Yes, they leak sometimes. Yes, he still gets diaper rash. Yes, I have to do a lot of laundry. But he isn’t covered in chemicals 24 hours a day. We aren’t spending $20 a week on diapers. We aren’t filling a landfill for the next 500 years.

So for the amount of work and effort that goes into cloth diapers (which you get used to, so it’s not that bad. Really.), hands-down the most annoying part of cloth diapering for me is that I cannot buy any cloth diapering accessories in stores near me. And I live in a major metropolitan city. Yes, it’s the midwest, but come on! I don’t think cloth diapering is all that out there. It’s 2010. Seriously.

We use these:

Bummis flushable liners.

They’re great because poop sticks to them and not the diapers. You just peel them out of the diaper and either flush or throw away the nasty-nast. Then you’re not actually putting poop in your washing machine, which I think we can all agree is a good thing.

I also long to use this on a regular basis:

Allen’s Naturally – a great laundry detergent for cloth diapers. But it’s laundry detergent. And it’s heavy, which means shipping costs quite a bit. And it’s really annoying to not be able to go to the store and just buy what I want. 

I have to plan ahead and order it before I run out. And hope it is delivered before I run out. And then I have to pay shipping. Ugh. I wish more people would jump on the cloth diapering bandwagon. For many reasons. And then maybe I’ll get a cloth diapering store in my city.

But come on, look at how cute he is in his cloth diapers:

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