Diaper Adventure

Recently I received an e-giftcard from Dad to buy some diapers for Afton. I decided to take this opportunity and explore the world of cloth/washable diapers.
I picked up my delivery at the store yesterday and just moments ago strapped Afton into her first diaper. We'll see how this goes. I'm hoping well, of course.



The Kushies diaper is the first one I put on Afton. It is really bulky compared to a normal diaper, but I can now put on Afton's 18mo. pants without them falling down all the time. Sweet.











The gDiapers little gPants are much smaller than the Kushies, and the liners are insertable, rather than built in. I will be trying these ones on Afton in a few days probably.

I chose the cloth inserts rather than the disposable, because I initially thought they would be easier to deal with. I have to wash them six times though before I can even use them, in hot water no less, because it is supposed to make them softer and more absorbent. They are made with Hemp I do believe.



Needless to say, if this works out, I'll be buying a bunch to use with Delaney when she is born, which will save so much money on disposable diapers. Wish me luck, folks.

Peanut the Puppy.

On Monday I gave up my dog, Peanut. It was the hardest thing I've done in a long, long time. Needless to say, even if I wasn't completely overrun with hormones, I would have bawled anyway.

We knew this was going to happen at some point. We've tried and tried and tried to get Peanut's barking and aggression under control but nothing has worked. Finally, after moving into our new apartment, we received a complaint from our neighbor about the non-stop barking and that was the end. We had two weeks to try to find Peanut a home and had no luck at all. So on Monday I took Peanut and her favorite rope toy to the Humane Society and gave her up.

I hope upon hope that someone adopts her and gives her the training that we were unable to instill in her. She's a beautiful dog, and a loving dog too. I miss her.

Sunny Days

The nice thing about living in Arizona is that while all my counterparts in Minnesota are bundled up in jackets and boots and cursing the cold, I'm jumping in a nice, cool pool at my complex in temperatures reaching the upper 70s. Sigh, life is so hard sometimes.


Afton points at everything and nothing. Sometimes I think she is seeing ghosts, which inevitably creeps me out and I await the day she comes to me and tells me "They're here..."
That'll be the day I check myself into an institution, after burning my place of residence down.

For some reason when I tell people that Afton likes to play with rocks, they seem to think that she gets it from me. I don't remember ever being someone who just arbitrarily played with rocks, but I guess it must be written all over my face. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Or in this case the rock doesn't roll far from the hill. Har har har.
I'm having a fairly special time trying to cope with the "heat", since the vast majority of my pregnancy with Afton occurred in Minnesota, in fall. The cool air felt nice when I was flopping around town like a beached whale. But now I get so hot so fast that even a tank top is little relief. And I still have three months to go! I may be spending many days by the pool turning into a fine piece of leather for slaughter.

Gotta crack out some SPF for the toddler though, and save that pretty little skin of hers.