August 3, 2012

A Week Of Cloth Diapers: Diaper Love, Diaper Hate

It's Day Five of Cloth Diaper Week hereabouts (also cowboy week, apparently), complete with giveaways! (That's right, I used an exclamation point. Because there's more than one giveaway!)

If you'd rather gnaw off your own arm than read about cloth diapers, there's a special giveaway just for you later this week soon TOMORROW. Until then, why don't you go read something more entertaining?

This is the post by Seth, in case the picture of beer didn't clue you in.

(And you can still enter Monday's giveaway! And Wednesday's! And there's another one tomorrow! Even more joy! Many exclamation points!)

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It truly is a love hate relationship that I have with cloth diapers. I love how much money we have saved. It means I can buy more of this:

Or put it into savings or whatever
I love how cute those kids look in those giant diapers. The nostalgic me also loves that we are doing it the way our parents did. And I do love seeing all those diapers hung out on the line just so.

But man do I hate those diapers. It's just gross. I never planned on having poop on my hands on such a regular basis. There's no way around it; you will get it on your hands. A lot. For those of you unfamiliar with the rinsing process it's basically getting the poop from the diaper into the toilet. Sounds easy, but just picture it for a minute.


Have you done it in your head? See? You got poop all over you. My advice is know what you're getting into.

But really I can't complain too much (too late). I change maybe one diaper to Sandi's 6. And I have to keep in mind about 947 billion people have done this before me and none few of them died from it. It's never even made me sick.

But if my Mrs dies (please don't die, I won't have anyone to make fun of Olympic opening ceremonies with) someone will be getting a good deal on some slightly used cloth diapers.