My Top Three Reasons for Cloth

Posted 08-8-2012 at 11:00 AM by whitneywalters

I have been into  natural living and attachment parenting since my first son was born in 2006. I was introduced to cloth when my son was an infant but at that point in time I was not interested in it. That was just a bit too much for me. It was not until my second child started getting really bad rashes that we decided to go ahead and make the switch. I will admit I was not happy at the thought of washing them, I had the thought in my mind that it was going to be disgusting but I soon found out that it was not bad and then I was hooked.

I loved cloth diapers and there was no way I would ever switch back. It has been four and a half years now and I am still loving cloth. I tell everyone I can why cloth diapers really are the best. I have successfully converted two people to cloth diapers and I hope that I will be able to convert more. I just want to share the love.

I have had a lot of people ask why I like cloth so much and I always give them the same three answers.

Diaper Swapers

To Say or Not to Say

Posted 08-8-2012 at 10:54 AM by HollyRay

Scenario 1

Your son Johnny is playing with Billy, Billy hauls off and hits Johnny because Johnny is getting on Billy’s nerves. Billy’s mom slides in “We do not hit people, now say you are sorry.” Billy apologizes to Johnny and life goes on.

Scenario 2

When Billy’s mom slides in she says “It is not appropriate to hit others, no matter how upset you are.” However, Billy is not told to say he is sorry, he is only made to understand that hitting is wrong.

How do you feel about the two scenario’s? Recently I have been backing off of the forced apology route, it feels fake to me, when my kid says “I’m sorry” it sounds empty and I don’t think they get the point. Furthermore I feel like forcing my child to say “I’m sorry” when they are not sorry is setting them up to be a fabulous liar, for instance the “Say sorry and mean it” my parents sometimes pulled on me made my apologies EPIC, even when I wasn’t sorry I could make some one believe that I was wallowing in humiliation. In fact, sorry became so much of my routine to my father (he required a lot of sorrys) that I could perform them at a drop of a hat making my father believe I had truly learned my lesson. This isn’t to say I was a bad kid, truly I remember standing in front of my dad’s desk being yelled at for forgetting to put a dishcloth in the laundry, the lecture was an hour, the apology another15 minutes. Point is if you make your kid’s constantly apologize for everything they get really good at faking it, because frankly I was sorry I forgot, but wasn’t sorry enough for a 15 minute apology, most of it was just a bunch of garbage.

Family Drama

Posted 08-7-2012 at 10:45 AM by Krista

My mom always used to say that we can choose our friends, but we don’t get to pick our family. How right the saying is. Have you ever had to struggle with that saying? It sucks not to get along with your family, and that is something I am dealing with right now. I love my family, but they are a constant source of frustration. My mom and sister in particular are the kind of people who are always in the center of family drama. When drama begins, they like to stir it until it is something that they will talk about years from now. I am not trying to be mean by saying these things it’s just how they have always been.

Unfortunately I end up stuck in the middle because I refuse to choose a side. Recently one such incident occurred between my sister and my cousin because my cousin is not coming to her wedding next month. It became this huge argument and rehashing of the past and who didn’t like who first and why and when and where. I am the only one in our family (just counting me, my mom and sis) to get along with said cousin; they all blocked one another on Facebook and then I got phone calls asking why I did not.

The Wii is Dangerous

Posted 08-7-2012 at 10:15 AM by whitneywalters

My kids and I love playing Wii sports together, we usually play a couple rounds of bowling or baseball each night. I am sure you all have heard of Wii related injuries, my cousin actually broke her hand when she was playing Wii bowling and I have heard of several people accidentally breaking objects due to a controller going flying.

Having four kids in a living room while playing can be a tad interesting. I am always looking behind me before I swing, making sure no one is to close when I am batting and trying to make sure the kids have the controller strapped to their wrist. Alex forgot one day and sent it flying across the room. It hit the wall and narrowly missed the fish tank. That aside we had managed not to hurt anyone or anything until recently.

Grandparent Etiquette

Posted 08-7-2012 at 09:59 AM by HollyRay

It seems to be one of the daily struggles, the ever complicated relationship with the parents and in-laws. The list of things parents let slide when it comes to their parent’s actions becomes more and more astounding with every thread, but we continue to zip our lips and grind our teeth, and continue to bear their behavior while we let loose our rage, anger, and frustrations here. I won’t go into the relationships between us and our parents, right now I want to talk about the relationship between our children and their grandparents.

For those who are parents here are some thoughts.

1. Grandparents have rights to the children.

In my opinion NO they do not. Unless you made those children (or adopted them) you don’t have a “right” to the child. Just because you are grandma/grandpa you don’t get to do what you want when you want. To me this is common sense, and I learned if from having a set of fabulous grandparents that let my parents have their space (even though they sometimes needed a firm reminder from my mom). They had a relationship with me that most of the time respected me as a person, they were human and sometimes would cross my boundaries or say something that hurt me. The beauty of having mutual respect is that when problems arise no one gets butt hurt and we are able to resolve problems quickly. I also had a set of not so fabulous grandparents who were constantly meddling, they caused my parents marriage tension (that effects children too!) and had zero respect for me as a person. Needless to say as an adult I have a relationship with the first set, we talk on the phone all the time. Not because we should but because we WANT to, my grandfather is one of the first people I call when I need real advice. On the other hand I didn’t even shed a tear when no so fabulous grandfather passed.

Stranded

Posted 08-6-2012 at 11:36 AM by whitneywalters

I ran over a nail on a recent trip. I had taken my mom to a job interview and I had all four kids with me. It was not until after the interview I noticed the nail, my spare would not come off the van and the closest tire place was eight miles away, so I put a little air in the tire and prayed it would make. It did not. While driving I heard a loud pop and I knew what happened. I pulled over, got out and looked and of course the tire had a huge hole and was going flat. I was on the high way, not in a safe place to stop so I had to drive a little further down the road. By the time I got to a safe place, my tired was shredded and we were still stranded.

I called the tire place, they would drive down and fix the tire but it was going to take a few hours before he could since he was the only one at the shop. There was no way we could wait that long, it was over one hundred degrees and even with the air running the kids were getting hot quickly. My mom and I went to work calling anyone we could think of to get us back to her house which was about ten miles away.

Natural Home and Body Products

Posted 08-6-2012 at 10:15 AM by brewanothercup

My adventures in cloth diapering have also led me down a more natural path in life, and one of my favorite discoveries has been all the natural products I can use in my home to clean with. It has saved us a tremendous amount in both time and cost.  Here are some of my favorites usages I never knew about:

Vinegar as an all purpose cleaner. I mix a spray bottle full of a few inches of vinegar and a few drops of my favorite essential oils for scent (I only add a bit of vinegar at a time because I like to change my scents frequently).  I use this mixture to clean EVERYTHING in my house from sofas to windows down to wooden floors. It’s the only product we use for cleaning anymore.

Coconut oil as a moisturizer. It’s affordable and great to cook with, but also is a wonderful moisturizer. A little goes a long way, and the oil naturally has some sun protective properties. It can be used as a deep conditioner for your hair as well.

Third Date Rule

Posted 08-6-2012 at 10:09 AM by Krista

I have been married to the same man for eight years. He is the first guy I ever really dated, the first guy who ever really kissed me (talking tongue here) or bought me flowers. He is the father of my children. If something ever happened between us that we couldn’t work out, or if he were to pass away (God forbid!) while I was still young, I truly worry about dating. It scares me. I never had much experience with it anyway, and I find that today it is a very scary thing.

I have talked to so many people who are single and trying to meet someone. What do you do? Church? The internet? Bars? I know all these things have been tried and are being tried. We all want someone to spend our life with. My husband and I have been hanging out with one such single guy, and he introduced me to a new concept, something that he calls the “Third Date Rule.”

Gender Confusion

Posted 08-2-2012 at 10:15 AM by Krista

My daughter is going through an interesting phase. She loves dress-up and all things girly, but she also seems to be displaying some…dare I call it gender confusion? Several times a week for the last week she has proudly announced that she is a “boy”. My husband, J and I both respond to this in the same way by telling her that, no, she is a girl. However, this just seems to make her more insistent of her position. As I have mentioned previously, she has some speech problems, so unfortunately we find it hard to have a good conversation with her, so I cannot say what is behind this.

Last night when she got into the car, she picked up one of my husband’s discarded ties and hung it around her neck, proclaiming, “Look, Daddy! I’m a boy!” It suddenly occurred to me: what if this was the beginnings of something more serious? What if one day she decided she wanted to be a boy? At three and a half years of age could she already be expressing that to us? I am not saying that there is anything wrong with it if she did, later in life, decide that but no parent wants their child to go down a difficult path.

Extended Nursing

Posted 08-2-2012 at 09:58 AM by brewanothercup

“Extended” nursing – and I use “extended” in quotation marks only because that’s what we call anything past 12 months here, but in many other parts of the world that is so normal the term “extended” is almost comical – is obviously not something for everyone, or something many new moms can even dream of. I remember looking at 12 or 24 month old babies and wondering how on earth someone could breastfeed them being that big and capable. I know for a fact the words “they stop nursing when they’re old enough to ask for it” left my mouth on more than one occasion (even funnier since my son was able to verbally request milk around 10 months, much sooner than I had expected).  At first, (this was before my son was born) I was hoping to breastfeed for six months and stop somewhere around that request time.

Somewhere in the hospital as I was waiting for a lactation consultant I hoped to get to six days (yikes!)…then two weeks…then six weeks…then it became more like second nature and I hoped to get to a year. That was my normal – I knew babies needed formula or breastmilk for that first year of their lives, and then I don’t know what I thought they could have but I didn’t think they needed anything anymore so I sort of figured they just stopped on their own around that time. I only knew one person at that time who had ever made it to 12 months of nursing.