Yes, friends, that is what you think it is. In an effort to save money and...well that's about all ( I could give a shit about the environment and because I live so green as a way of saving money, I'm allowed to say that), I have made the last of the major conversions in modern self sustaining parenting. The cloth diaper.
Years ago I would have said that I would use cloth over my own poor, dead carcass, but it appears that I have grown quite fond of the taste of my own words and in actuality, I must admit, I adore the damned things.
But as you can tell from the photo, these ain't your Grannies cloth diapers. Gone are the days of diaper pins and leaks. The new fangled things set me back $140 and will last until my daughter is out of diapers. The bells and whistles allow the diaper to grow with the baby and I could not be more in love.
So, as I sit here chewing on the bones of my words, I have to admit that making grandiose statements about what I will not ever do seems to be a lesson I need to take out of all this. No more saying that I will not do anything, even if its eating a grape out of a police officers butt crack. They might one day find that such actions are the cure for cancers and I'd be stuck eating more words...and grapes
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