"You'd want to poop on this!"

Yes, my husband actually said this to a computer technician that came to our home. I was shocked and embarrassed. I was even more horrified when my husband took the microfiber insert that Baby J had been carrying around-not in her diaper-and made him feel it. Yes, it was clean, but I would assume most 20-something guys don't go around touching things that have been peed in and pooped on everyday. But, then I think back to the time when hubby was in the air force and remember some of the guys we were around...

I thought of this incidient last night when I showed my hubby my new shipment from Sweet Pea Diapers. I thought the flannel wipes and the bamboo soakers were so soft, I wanted him to feel them. I am one of those people that need to touch things when shopping, especially when they look soft. 

Flannel Wipes-8ct. $5.95

He was surprised by the wipes, but then he took the bamboo soaker from me and he said, "Now, you'd really want to poop in this thing."

This is so soft you will want to rub it on your cheeks! The cheeks on your face...:)

When we first moved to our new home in August, I obviously didn't have much time for blogging. Earlier this week I began this post remembering back to that poor computer technician who was forced to feel our daughter's microfiber insert.


Luckily, he was very cool with it. He actually knew a little bit about cloth diapers and started asking my husband about it. I'm not sure if he saw my business cards on the desk or how the conversation started, but I inched my way into the discussion. He didn't have kids and he looked younger than us so I was surprised when he said he knew they were better for the baby and the environment. He told us he was engaged and his fiance had told him about them. I think it's pretty neat how word is getting out about the new generation of cloth diapers. 


I remember when my husband looked at me like I had gone off the deep end when I told him I wanted to use cloth diapers, and now he is my biggest supporter. 

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Caught with my pants down

Yesterday my husband and I took our daughter to her one year doctor's appointment. I really love her doctor and I enjoy learning how she is doing from an outsider's point of view. My husband was updating paperwork as I took Baby J to get weighed and measured. 

Baby J was hesitant to stay on the scale without holding on to me; she's just recently become super clingy in strange places and around people she doesn't know. It took a bit of maneuvering to get her weight, but lying her down to measure her height was easy. Go figure. For those curious: she's in the 80th percentile for height and in the 50th for weight-she doesn't get either of those stats from me.

As I pick Baby J up and carry her back to the private room, something terrible and horrifying happens to me. My shorts fall off. No, I am not kidding. They just fell straight to the floor. I couldn't believe it. First, we are still in the hallway, and the door to the lobby is wide open. My bare buns are hanging out because *TMI alert* I'm wearing a thong which is my usual undergarment. As I realize what has happened, I shimmy to the room (luckily it's the first one so I didn't have to go too far) and put my bare buns to the wall. I tried to pull them up as inconspicuously as possible as I backed into the examination room. It was not easy with Baby J in my arms and while trying not to bend over and expose more of my nakedness. The poor nurse-she was probably just as horrified, but laughed with me during this horribly embarrassing moment. 

Now, you might wonder, "Bridget, why would your pants just fall off?" Well, here comes the cheapo side of me. I have lost a good deal of weight since two summers ago. Last summer I was a very pregnant woman who only wore her husband's basketball shorts which fit on her big belly around the house and just nice cotton undies after baby arrived. I didn't go out much last summer. Even though I lost a ton after Baby J arrived, nothing really fit right, so I was super excited to have clothes that I could put on and not see a muffin top over the edge after getting them zipped. Actually, most of my shorts I'm able to pull up without unzipping at all now. I like it that way. I'm not lazy, but it makes me feel better. 

Anyway, I knew this particular pair was big, but not 'fall off my butt in the middle of the doctor's office' big. I know I need to buy some new shorts, but I need to lose more weight and I don't want to buy a pair I can only wear for a short time. (Not that I'm having any luck losing the weight as my obsession with chocolate and sweet treats has overcome this need.) I am just super cheap. After my husband got a good laugh, he said we should go shopping afterwards. Score! 

Did I buy the shorts I tried on? No. They weren't even on sale.

Not the best picture of me, but here I am two weeks before this event occurred in my baggy shorts.

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