I’m Beginning To Think She’s Spoiled
Posted By jayna on February 14, 2009
In light of our little four day weekend that the husband and I are embarking on in the morning, we’ve planned every little detail of E’s time away from us. Lists are made, outfits are set out and packed, silverware is even traveling with her to the other grandparent’s.
What we didn’t account for was her new-found, deep hatred of disposable diapers.
The whole cloth thing can be a bit tricky, and we figured we’d ease the stress on the grandparents. No worries about which diaper gets worn when, what insert goes with what, or anything to do with those pesky pins. Off we ventured into the unknown – the diaper aisle of WalMart.
Having zero knowledge on how these things are sized, we found a suitable stand-in for E, and asked what they wore. A size, brand and style were picked and off we went. Tonight was the trial run, to make sure she wouldn’t wake up in a puddle in the middle of the night.
Exactly thirty minutes after strapping the Elmo emblazoned sposie on and tucking her in, some very, very pissed off cries came from her room.
Apparently, disposables, pee, and E don’t mix.
The poor kid was literally clawing at the diaper, trying to get the offending “Mo-mo” off.
She. Was. Mad.
So, on went the regular cloth diaper and back to sleep E happily went.
And now, the diapers are in the wash, instructions are all put together and off they’ll go to the grandparent’s house.
All because I’ve spoiled the kid with the whole natural thing. Must be something about having velour and fleece wrapped around your butt that makes plastic and chemicals not seem so great . . .
(This post is in no way, shape or form meant to knock anyone who uses disposables. It’s truely just to account our foray into that world.)
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