Am I nuts because I want to use these?

http://www.cottonbabies.com/product_info.php?cPath=98&products_id=1279

Ian seems to think so. He can't get over the "ick" factor.

Why do I want to use them? Lets see...

$$$$$$ - They cost less in the long run! I would save about $4000 on diapers during the span of Cashew's pre-pottyhood.

Environmentally conscious - most disposable diapers aren't biodegradable & the ones that are cost 2X as much.

Our mothers used them & we turned out OK! (And cloth diapers weren't this cool back then! I asked!)

Less diaper rash - according to the random people I have accosted while changing their babies in public places; have you noticed I'm not shy?

Do I agree that there is an "ick" factor? Well, DUH! Its poop, for goodness sake! But is it something I can live with to keep a little more green in my pocket while I help the environment at the same time? Yes! I've never been squeamish about that sort of thing. Growing up as the only girl with a brother & 3 male cousins, I couldn't afford to be. Not to mention that we had cows, pigs, chickens & geese on our ranch. (Now that's a lot of poop!)

This is why I needed a vacation...

random moments

Max & Uncle Scott in Central Realty's "new" Betty

I love cardboard boxes. We get so many different shapes & sizes in at work that I can't resist bringing them home every couple weeks at least. With the Holidays approaching, we've gotten in some pretty big ones containing whole displays. One was about 4 ft long & 2 1/2 ft wide, shoebox style & had extra cardbord inside for stabilizing the display. And it fit in the back of the CRV perfectly! Max saw it & immediatly got out the crayons & with a little help from our friend Beth, made a very cool pirate ship. Two days later it was a tank. Then it was a bulldozer. I wonder what it will be next?

On Tuesday, Max got some new Halloween stickers (Thanks Aunt Becky!) & put one on my tummy. When I said thank you, he replied, "Its for the baby, Mom! You don't get a sticker."

I took Max to my Dr appt on Friday so he could hear the baby's heartbeat. He was so excited, it was all he could talk about for days. When the day finally came, we went over the rules (no being loud, crazy, etc) for the dr's office & away we went. While Ian went to visit his Mom in the main part of the hospital, Max & I headed the the Doctor's Building. The wait was a little difficult since I forgot to bring coloring materials & of course that was all he wanted to do. But then Becky (wonderful nurse) opened the door & called us in. Max marched right up and said, "Hi, my name is Maxwell Harris Good & I want to hear my baby's heart!" But first we had to do all the usual tests. Ever try explaining why Mommies have to pee in a cup each visit? The "just to make sure everything's OK" answer just doesn't cut it! Becky was a trooper & tried to answer all his questions & listened intently as he described each & every boo-boo he had received over the past week. She even supplied a few band aids to add to the collection on his leg. When Dr. S came in & asked Max if he was ready to hear the baby's heart, I thought he was going to jump out of his skin he was so excited! He sat very still in his chair & I wish I could have taken a picture. The look on his face was pure amazement! It just made having a new baby all the more real for him.