A quick note before I watch Family Guy.

So I made the big switch to cloth diapers for Eleanore about two weeks ago.  This was entirely on a whim when Libby asked what people did before there were disposable diapers.  This is not because I am particularly concerned or unconcerned (don't send hate mail, I'm not totally heartless) about the environment or because I need to atone in some way for carelessly dropping a beer can into the river last summer while admiring the beautiful wild life from a boat, either.  YES I KNOW IT WAS WRONG.  Nor is it because I don't recycle regularly.  I'm going to tell you the awful politically incorrect truth and just lay it on the line.  I looked up cloth diapers to show them to Libby and I discovered something out about them that I found irresistible an impossible to avoid.

The cloth diapers are cuter.  They are undeniably, cavity inducingly sweet little diapees and Eleanore must have them.  

Then I became obsessed with the notion of cloth diapering.  It can't be THAT hard... 50 years ago, even the crackhead mothers could pull it off.. and the websites I've read promise up and down that they will not leak any more than disposables and it's all changed since our Grandparents used them blah blah..

So I ordered them. Paid via paypal.  Waited at the mailbox for them to arrive.  Bit my nails, obsessed with thinking it was a huge messy mistake and then got 'em, Washed em as per the instructions and... Turns out it was all true.  They're just as easy.  Not a huge change in the laundry sitch, except that it's actually getting done more often ANNNND I will save more money for buying beer when I go boating this summer.

FIIIINE.  I won't litter again.  I'm SORRY.  GEEEZE.  Stop glaring at me through your monitors.