I never realized how much I hated disposables...

Diapers that is....

We have been cloth diapering successfully for a month or so... but this week we are on "vacation" and decided that instead of me trying to find a laundromat and sit there for a few hours to clean diapers half way through our trip, we'd just use disposables.

I actually didn't have any at home... and just my luck that Ryan is in between sizes. Pampers Swaddlers are my favorite (or at least they were) and they had a 2-3 size, so we bought a big pack and started using them the day before we left so that all of his Fuzzibunz would be at home waiting for his chubby bunz to get home. :o) They fit pretty well... and the rest got packed in our suitcase.

No blowouts, no pee soaked clothes... but I do have one major complaint... the smell! I am changing Ryan more now than I do normally with the cloth, but he just stinks of urine all day long. Or at least I thought it was urine. The diapers actually have a very funny chemical smell even before they are put on his tush... and its funny to me that I have noticed this now. I remember thinking when Ryan was a newborn how "great" the Swaddlers smell was, especially compared to Huggies and Luvs. They seemed to smell powder-y... like a newborn baby should smell!

However, now I am used to a diaper smelling like, well... nothing! My cloth diapers smell like water... and when Ryan is done using them... and I clean him up, he smells like a baby! Not like some chemically induced version of a baby!

D even changed him and said, "Ok... Mommy wins. No more 'sposies for you!"

:::smiles:::

One, Drill Sargent!

Ryan has been trying to crawl for a while now... I guess being in one spot for a while is only fun when... well... I guess it's not that fun ever.

So, he's now determined to get somewhere... and get there as fast as he can. However, his body isn't ready to move forward just yet. He has figured out how to roll over, how to scooch around to get into things... but this picture shows the extent of his "crawling" at this time... that's right... he's in the push up position. Shortly after this... he lunges forward, doing a direct face plant into the carpet... and that gummy smile turns into the biggest frown... and he starts to cry.

I embrace my bad mommy self... and I giggle... I mean, seriously... what else am I going to do? It's this friction that causes progress... and I know that in a few more months... I will be remembering this wonderful time when I had time to take a photograph before he got into trouble...

Love You, Ryan!