So I spent just a wee bit over budget on cloth diapers. But I just couldn't help it, you know. They are so incredibly cute. It's hard to imagine a baby soiling in them. Maybe I'll put him in disposables and bronze all these adorable, little, fuzzy treasures instead. Oh, and did I mention the covers? Not only are the diapers colourful and/or patterned, but the covers are, too! We have frogs and babies and stars and animals and... I could have a seizure from all this excitement.
I have to give some major props to my new diaper diva of Just Behinds. I was so impressed with her service. First of all, she let me in her home with the gremlins. She's not only knowledgeable in all things diapered, but brave as well. Then, she spent over an hour with me at her home, explaining the various diapers (explaining things to me so I understand them is no small feat when I'm not pregnant, let alone when placenta brain kicks in). Anyway, local to the Ottawa area or not, if you're looking to buy something in cloth, check out her site. I'm hooked. I've boarded the Fuzzibunz Express and there's no turning back.
I decided to be brave/naive/stupid when I left her house and just keep going. Because, you know, I'd find the main road again that way, too. The problem with that theory is that the main road was behind me. Therefore, I had to turn around on another street and attempt to backtrack. After a few twists and turns, I had no idea where I was anymore. I was way off the printed up Mapquest map sitting on the seat beside me. When I eventually found the main road, I had lost all sense of direction and went the wrong way.
If you've been in my van, you might have noticed the little blue circle with the star on it. That's called OnStar. Yeah, that thing where people talk to you and give you directions. I might have thought about using that at some point. You can probably guess that I didn't.
I made it home *cough* a bit later than I had originally planned. We had lunch and I called The Madre, who was at the grocery store. I asked her to pick up buns and ground beef for dinner tonight. You know, the one she invited herself to last night? So she does and tells me she'll call when she gets home in a few minutes.
She calls back and what does she do? Tries to cancel on me! She says that everyone at her place is now going to be home for dinner so she'll just come over for coffee. What, and drop off my bulk package of meat and 12 hamburger buns? No. Freaking. Way. So I put my foot down (pregnant women can do that with their mothers. It's usually the only time we manage to get away with it.) I reminded her of last night's blog entry and told her she needed to be a rebel and break out of our dysfunctional dinner date distasters. She did manage to come over and a good time was had by all. Especially Gutsy, who eventually ran around naked and slammed the door on his grandma. He's having some behavioural issues today, which is so unlike him...
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If you believed that last line, you're obviously very new to my blog. You might want to go back and check out a few other posts. You may send me sympathetic ecards afterwards. Flowers, hugs and words of encouragement are always welcome. Gutsy will be the perfect middle child, because the words 'ignored' and 'invisible' are not in his vocabulary. If it takes streaking, door slamming, spraying a city hose, climbing all over the front desk at a library or hiding on grocery store shelves, he'll do it. My heart has lost a good ten years of life in the last three years.
I'm going to break this post up into two or you're going to get bored. Ok, I know you're bored already. You're going to get even more bored.
I have to give some major props to my new diaper diva of Just Behinds. I was so impressed with her service. First of all, she let me in her home with the gremlins. She's not only knowledgeable in all things diapered, but brave as well. Then, she spent over an hour with me at her home, explaining the various diapers (explaining things to me so I understand them is no small feat when I'm not pregnant, let alone when placenta brain kicks in). Anyway, local to the Ottawa area or not, if you're looking to buy something in cloth, check out her site. I'm hooked. I've boarded the Fuzzibunz Express and there's no turning back.
I decided to be brave/naive/stupid when I left her house and just keep going. Because, you know, I'd find the main road again that way, too. The problem with that theory is that the main road was behind me. Therefore, I had to turn around on another street and attempt to backtrack. After a few twists and turns, I had no idea where I was anymore. I was way off the printed up Mapquest map sitting on the seat beside me. When I eventually found the main road, I had lost all sense of direction and went the wrong way.
If you've been in my van, you might have noticed the little blue circle with the star on it. That's called OnStar. Yeah, that thing where people talk to you and give you directions. I might have thought about using that at some point. You can probably guess that I didn't.
I made it home *cough* a bit later than I had originally planned. We had lunch and I called The Madre, who was at the grocery store. I asked her to pick up buns and ground beef for dinner tonight. You know, the one she invited herself to last night? So she does and tells me she'll call when she gets home in a few minutes.
She calls back and what does she do? Tries to cancel on me! She says that everyone at her place is now going to be home for dinner so she'll just come over for coffee. What, and drop off my bulk package of meat and 12 hamburger buns? No. Freaking. Way. So I put my foot down (pregnant women can do that with their mothers. It's usually the only time we manage to get away with it.) I reminded her of last night's blog entry and told her she needed to be a rebel and break out of our dysfunctional dinner date distasters. She did manage to come over and a good time was had by all. Especially Gutsy, who eventually ran around naked and slammed the door on his grandma. He's having some behavioural issues today, which is so unlike him...
...
If you believed that last line, you're obviously very new to my blog. You might want to go back and check out a few other posts. You may send me sympathetic ecards afterwards. Flowers, hugs and words of encouragement are always welcome. Gutsy will be the perfect middle child, because the words 'ignored' and 'invisible' are not in his vocabulary. If it takes streaking, door slamming, spraying a city hose, climbing all over the front desk at a library or hiding on grocery store shelves, he'll do it. My heart has lost a good ten years of life in the last three years.
I'm going to break this post up into two or you're going to get bored. Ok, I know you're bored already. You're going to get even more bored.