A little bragging…

This morning I would like to take a minute to brag. Yes, I know bragging is not supposed to be a good thing, but in this case, I think you will forgive me.

Today I want to brag about my husband.

This man has put up with a lot from me, especially recently. These pregnancy hormones have been killer. But besides that, I have not always been the grown up that I pretend to be today. In the early days of our marriage, I acted like a spoiled brat quite often. But Handsome is long-suffering. And we have both pulled through some really rotten times to come out on top now almost 5 years later.

Five years. We’ve been married for 5 years!! That means we’ve been together for 9 years. Almost a decade with the same man, and all I can think now is, “I can’t wait to spend the next decade with this same, incredible man.”

During this almost-decade, this handsome fellow I’m happily married to has accomplished a lot. He has graduated college, gotten a full-time job while still in college that is in a field he feels passionate about, and he still has that job. He has travelled all around the world, seen countries and people I can only daydream about. He helps to bring the message of Jesus’ love to people who may not hear it otherwise. He works hard, going above and beyond frequently, to make sure the work is done. He takes pride in his work, and rightly so.

Besides work, he is a fantastic husband and father. He works to provide for us as a family so I can be home with Bug and Baby. He loves his girl so much, I can see it in his eyes every time he talks about her or spends time with her. I can see his heart swell when she says “love you” in her little voice before he leaves for work or before she goes to bed. He makes sure to read her bedtime stories and tuck her in every night he is able to. When she does something new or comes out with a new word, he puffs up with pride. He is a champion Daddy.

And as a husband, I couldn’t ask for better. He may be in for a wild, hormonal ride right now, but he has kept up admirably. He listens, he guides, he cooks. He makes sure to kiss me every morning when he leaves for work and every evening when he gets home. He has worked with me to make our marriage a priority, even after having Bug, and even with the demands of work. I can depend on him, no matter what.

And the best thing about my husband?

He’s mine.

He’s not perfect, he doesn’t always have the answers, he does get frustrated with me, he is sometimes frustrating to me.

But he’s mine. And I love him to bits.


Good morning, beautiful.

It’s morning already. As tired as I was last night, I didn’t go to sleep until almost midnight. Why? Because the dark rabbit hole that is facebook sucked me in and wouldn’t let go. I’m sure I’ll be paying for it today.

Meanwhile, my daughter is starting to wake up. She begins her day with crib yoga. It’s a real thing, in baby worlds. Name that pose:

While she does her wake up thing, I’m sitting on the floor in my living room, typing this, and sipping on this beautiful beverage. Ahh, coffee. The drink that barely keeps me from being a Mombie all day long. The drink that puts a smile on my face and a song in my heart (javajavajava). The drink that Bug like’s to “sip,” once the mug isn’t too hot, of course.

That’s another adventure. Bug’s vocabulary. She will be 2 in May. (When did that happen??? and how do I make it stop???) And over the past 3 months or so her vocabulary has exploded. This kid is a genius, I’m sure of it. I know, most parents say that about their kids… And I could be wrong, but she seems extra smart to me.

Bug loves loves LOVES to read. Books are her drug (like her Momma) and she just can’t get enough. We read before bed, before nap, before lunch… She takes a book with her to every diaper change and reads it to me. She grabs a book and curls up around my ever-growing belly to read to Baby. Books are her world. And she can now say “book” and “read” and does so with great force if I don’t comply the first time.

We’ve been teaching her the names of her body parts, like arm, leg, nose, bum (yes, bum) and she’s taught herself some of them too. She started saying “mouth” and “chin” all on her own. And speaking of mouths, when this child wants to eat, she lets you know. Loudly. Usually, the first words out of her mouth in the morning are “Hi!” and “Eat!” We must eat before we do anything else.

And the attitude! I can’t even put that into type… It’s hard to type that kind of inflection that she uses. It just amazes me what she picks up just being around me and Handsome. Remember those old recording toys we had as kids, the YackBack? Yeah, Bug is a YackBack. I’ve had to consciously remember to NOT say the words I want to when I discover one of the cats had torn into a brand new loaf of bread and strewn crumbs all over the kitchen floor, or knocked over a house plant, or pooped in the bathtub (again). She has not repeated THOSE words yet… but I’m sure the day is coming when I’ll slip up and yell out a “Stupid cat!” and I’ll hear her little voice from the other room copying me. I think I will cry on that day.

I hear my name. Yep, Bug is calling for Mommy. Time to go get my snuggles and kisses and warm just-woke-up toddler hugs. The best part of my day.

Aaaaaand We’re Back!

If anyone reads this, I’m back. I have been anything but a regular blogger for several years, even though I have buckets of good intentions. But the time has come. The time is now. This is the future. Insert any other motivational slogan here.

This blog is titled “This New House” for a reason. I started it when Handsome and I purchased our house. It was our “new” house. But the house itself is anything but. It was built in the 1970s, and previous owners maintained it, but not correctly. More on that later. We bought the house fully intending to fix it up, update it, and eventually resell it. It was a foreclosure. We had looked at several foreclosures because that was our price range. This was the best one. It looked wonderful, besides being out-dated. 

Long story short, we’ve been making little improvements here and there as we’ve been able to. This most recent tax return was slated towards home improvements before we had even filed our taxes. We didn’t know yet how much we would be able to do, but we were going to do something. Tearing up the old carpet and putting down hardwood floors was one of our top priorities. We are also in the process of renovating the master bathroom and starting on the main bathroom gradually. 

Currently the master bathroom has no sink or vanity. Just open pipes (one of which is dripping slowly into a wastebasket) and old wallpaper. This particular bathroom had a new shower installed right before we bought the house. It was done poorly (read:TERRIBLY) and is unusable currently. The main purpose of this bathroom in it’s current state is an extra toilet (read: Mommy’s chance to pee all alone once Daddy gets home). 

The vanity that was originally in the master bathroom has been moved to the hall bathroom, where it replaced a built-in vanity. The old built-in has been relocated to Handsome’s garage/workshop as a work bench. This bathroom is in full working order (when the drains aren’t backed up due to previous owners “repair” work on a broken pipe) and is good to just sit tight for now.

We purchased a new pedestal sink for the master bathroom, which leaves much more space in that water closet (emphasis on “closet”). That will be installed eventually. We also have tile to lay on the floor, once we fix the issues caused by the improper installation of the shower. Another story for another time.

The biggest purchase has been the hardwood flooring. We found some beautiful cherry at a salvage center. It’s not high grade flooring, but we feel that will just add character. And any pieces that aren’t up to par will be turned into building blocks for Bug or other such projects. 

I have been itching to get the wall-to-wall carpet up since we moved in. Yes, it is soft and squishy in the living/dining areas, but the halls and bedrooms have been trod on so much that the carpet is disgusting and has no padding left. It’s starting to come up at the doorways. And then there’s the fact that having wall-to-wall carpet with children and pets is just not a good idea. We’ve already had several drink spills and cat accidents, and now we are heading into potty training. I would rather clean up a pee puddle on hardwood floors than try to soak it up out of a carpet. Ick. 

We bought the flooring today. Handsome is unloading it as I type. Here’s why I need to write. We’ve discovered a few…. issues. And I need an outlet for my frustration, disappointment, snark and overall helplessness.

We knew we had some issues under the carpet in a corner of the dining room. There has been evidence of water damage. But we were not prepared for what we found.

I told Handsome to stack the flooring in the dining room. We made room, it will be able to acclimate so when we are able to lay it, we won’t have to wait for that. Great plan! Hey, while it’s acclimating, why don’t you pull up that carpet in the corner and just take care of that little issue, then we can move on! 

Except the plywood under the carpet in that corner is crumbling like crackers in a two-year-old’s fist. And then there’s the light coming in from outside. And the rotten sheetrock. And outside there’s the rotten siding. Apparently the gutter had been unattached for who knows how long, and water had just been pouring down the siding, puddling where it found room to puddle, and eating away at my house. So now we have a big issue to deal with before we can lay the flooring. 

I’m not ashamed to admit, I cried. Not for long, and not hard. It was a frustrated cry, a disappointed cry, a hormonal cry.

Did I mention I’m pregnant? No? oh… Surprise!!

So here I am. Writing this, eating a bowl of chocolate chips (pregnant, remember? Don’t judge me) and watching my beast of a husband carry in 2 pallets worth of cherry hardwood flooring. Bug is now awake from her nap, which she got late because we were out buying flooring. I’m waiting as long as I can to go get her up so she won’t be in Handsome’s way, but she’s starting to call “Daddy!” I don’t think I can wait much longer. 

So stick around. Join me on this journey of making this house better, one baby step at a time. Well, I guess you can join me as I watch Handsome make the house better… since I’m pregnant… and can’t lift much… or do much else besides Toddler Control. 

No Joking Matter

In light of today’s activity on Southern Adventist University’s campus, I am impressed to write.

First of all, the rampant rumors and inaccurate information was unbelievable. But I’m not writing about that.

The argument that professors and staff should have the ability to carry personal weapons will inevitably be raised. But I’m not writing about that.

I am writing about the fact that so many people felt it was necessary to crack jokes and make flippant comments about the alarming situation on campus today. Here are some examples I pulled from Twitter:

“Newest SAU Pickup line: Hey baby, I’m the bomb. Wanna go out?”

“It’ll be interesting to see #Studio4109 spoof this one!”

“At SAU, you won’t die from a bomb. Heart disease and diabetes maybe, but not a bomb.”

“All I did was wear an Andrews shirt today!”

Caffeine was brought on campus.

A mad vegan avenger.

The secret recipe for Sam’s Chicken was stolen.

I was feeling too sick to my stomach to go on. But there are more. Many, many more.

As God-fearing people, and most especially as Christians, we are called to a life of compassion. And those comments and jokes are about as far from compassionate as you can get.

I have friends who work on that campus in security, as teachers, in administration. I have friends who are students. And someone threatened them today. My guess is that many people reading this do too.

My question is this: How dare you make a joke that people’s lives were in danger? Have we as a nation grown so desensitized that today was possibly “just another school shooting?”

Yes, it turns out that today was in fact just a threat. But no one knew that. In reality, today was bigger than “just a threat.” Today should have sent off warning bells in every Adventist’s mind. Because today, we were not in the Happy Valley Bubble. Today, we learned that we are not immune.

And still people make jokes.

The Amish are some of the most non-violent people in North America. Yet one of their schools was targeted for violence.

Not one of the elementary, middle, high schools or college campuses in the news last year, or the year before, thought they would be the target for violence. Until it happened.

Our Adventist schools are no different. Andrews University had an issue with violence in recent years. But still we choose to bury our heads in the sand, convinced that “it will never happen to us.”

Today happened. And it could have ended badly. I am not arguing that our private campuses should have better security or anything along those lines. That is for another post at another time. I’m arguing for compassion.

We do not live in a bubble. Just because we are Adventist, or Christian, or God-fearing, does not make us immune to the evils of this world. As someone posted recently, those reasons make us an even bigger target.

Next time you hear of a bomb threat, a school shooting, a fatal car accident, a baby who died from SIDS, or a mother who miscarried, don’t make a joke. Don’t be flippant. Be compassionate. Show you care.

Among the jokes and cracks, I was blessed to see the number of prayers being posted greatly outnumbered the negative comments. People from around the world were praying for Southern today. The story made USAToday and in some places beat out Justin Beiber for the top news slot. I’m not bragging that SAU made the news. I’m saying this is a big deal. What happened on campus has affected millions.

As Adventists, we were noticed today. I want us to be noticed for the power of prayer as it was seen around the world today. Not for the negative comments. No one knows if this threat could have been a disaster if it weren’t for the prayers sent up today. If no one took this seriously, maybe that man who threatened campus would have returned. We will never know.

I just hope that next time there is a threat to our bubble, and there will be a next time, that we take it seriously, and pray for those involved. And be compassionate.

For more information on what happened today:


A week of God moments….

Handsome and I started a new habit last week. We’ve started having devotionals together in the mornings. Last Monday was the first.

We set up our coffee maker to automatically start at 6am, and we typically get up around 6:20. We decided to have coffee and sit in the living room so there is little chance of us falling back asleep… or for one of us (I won’t name names) falling asleep while the other is reading. It’s a time before Bug wakes up, just the two of us in the quiet of the early morning. It is wonderful.

A good friend of our was cleaning out their bookshelves and gave us a like-new NIV Couples Devotional Bible. I wasn’t sure what other devotional I wanted to use, so we started using that Bible. Now we are hooked. It’s been a real blessing.

We haven’t followed the devotionals chronologically. Since Handsome has designated me the Reader,  I just read the first one I come to that matches the day, So on Monday, I read the first Monday reading I come across. This system has worked well for us, so far, the topic is something we needed to hear.

One day in particular solidified our decision to start this. It was last Wednesday. We read about when the children of Israel entered Canaan, and God told them to route out the peoples living there, using whatever means necessary. It seems like a very harsh command. I don’t remember what the devotional author’s point was, because what happened next is what sticks in my memory.

When I finished reading, Handsome was very quiet. When he did speak, this is what he said:

People say that Jesus of the New Testament and God of the Old Testament can’t possibly be the same, because this God was harsh and cruel, ordering the Israelites to clear out the Canaanites, while Jesus was all about love and tolerance. But that’s just not true.

In the New Testament, yes, Jesus loved everyone. But He wasn’t just brushing aside the consequences of sin. His love and forgiveness wasn’t just tolerance for others, it was very different from that.

Jesus was preparing the people of the time for his death, and what it would mean. Take Mary, caught in adultery, for example. According to the laws of the time, she should have been stoned to death for her sin. That was how things were. Sin has consequences, and she should face hers. But Jesus stopped those who would stone her. He stood her up, loved her, forgave her, and told her to “go and sin no more.” Yes, he called her out of her sin. But it doesn’t stop there.

The consequences of Mary’s sin of adultery were still there. Someone needed to accept them. When Jesus forgave her, he took those consequences into himself, even before he died on the cross. How many times in his 3 years of ministry did Jesus forgive the sins of others? Each time, he took the consequences onto himself.

When Jesus was in the Garden of Gethsemane, and he prayed for the burden to be taken from him, he wasn’t just talking about the weight of your sin or my sin and all future sins of the world, he was already carrying the weight of 3 years of sins forgiven. He already knew the agony he was heading into.

But he did it anyway.

(I embellished a bit, as we’ve talked about it since and worked some things out.)

As Handsome was talking, I started getting goosebumps all over my skin. By the time he finished, there were tears in my eyes. I’ve been a Christian, specifically Adventist, my whole life, and I’ve never heard that put that way before. When Jesus forgave, the sin didn’t magically vaporize into thin air. It had to go somewhere. But we don’t think about that…

It still gives me a warm-fuzzy-cold-chills feeling when I think about it.

And that’s not the last time something like that has lead us to believe we are doing the right thing. Thursday morning we read a devotional that at the time didn’t seem to relate to us. But by that evening, Handsome had a conversation with a loved one who needed to hear exactly what we had read in the morning.

It’s amazing, huh?

When Sabbath rolled around, we slept in. All three of us had been up way too late the night before, and when we woke up it was pouring rain, so we decided to have a home-church day. We started looking for church services to stream online, but we were too late for most, and the one we did find was not theologically in line with our beliefs so we turned it off.

Handsome started looking on godtube.com for some inspirational videos, and we “stumbled” across this one. (The GodTube link wouldn’t work, so here it is from YouTube.)

I was in tears when the video finished. Then Handsome had another “zinger” that hit me right to the core.

What a wonderful analogy of how Christ carries us?

Zing! I had a hard time focusing on what I was doing because those words had struck a chord.

This woman carried her husband, who probably weighs more than she does, even without legs. He is “imperfect,” “damaged goods,” “not whole.” But he is hers. She loves him in spite of what he doesn’t have. And she carried him. It probably wasn’t the first time, and it probably won’t be the last time.

We are imperfect, damaged, and by no means whole. And we have no hope of being perfect. But in God’s eyes, we are worth it. We are His. He loves us unconditionally, and He will carry us through life until that Wonderful Day when we can finally stand and walk with our own two perfect feet.

But we MUST humble ourselves in order to accept the help. Imagine that couple’s marriage if the husband was too proud to let his wife carry him? I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t last long.

These are just a few of the moments from the past week that have WOWed us. Because we took the time to visit with Jesus in the mornings.

I’m going to leave you with a song. I heard this for the first time the day after Handsome’s revelation. It has kind of become our anthem. I hope it blesses you as much as it has us.

She’s Learning. I’m Learning.

A friend recently started a blog and shared it on Facebook. Reading her posts has made me want to write again. (Friend, if you figure out this is you, THANK YOU for the inspiration!) I used to blog daily years ago. I really miss it. I’ve blogged in spurts lately, but I’d like to try to be more regular about it. So here goes.

My Bug is smart. I don’t remember other 1-year-olds doing what she’s doing. The other day she was playing with an empty paper towel tube. I showed her once that she could slide her hairbrush inside it and it would pop out the other end. Once. She then spent the next 15 minutes doing it herself over and over.

Yesterday she was playing with her shapes ball. (Remember those? Shapes pop into the holes, and the ball pulls apart to get them out again?) I had dumped all the shapes out for her to play with, and she picked up the circle and stuck it in the right hole! No help! She did the rest with varying degrees of help. And then she wanted them out again. 

Smart cookie!

Last night Handsome and I bought her first shoes. She is so close to walking, it was time. We bought Skidders, a soft-soled shoe made for new walkers. They are awesome!! Highly recommended. Anyways, this morning she saw them on the floor, sat next to them and tried to put them on her feet!

I’m probably biased. But I think she is just super smart. I could go on and on (like how she waves and claps and blows kisses and says “Cat cat” when our cat walks by…)

But while she’s learning, so am I. 

Now, I grew up around kids. My youngest sibling was born when I was 17. I LOVE babies and kids. But I’ve never been a Mommy until now. I have to admit, before Bug came along, I thought I had parenting all figured out. I said “I’ll never let my kid do that.” and “My kid will never scream in public.” and “Bedtime will be easy!”

Yeah, Bug has taught me that kids don’t like to follow Mommy’s plans very well. My kid HAS done that. She has yelled and banged things on the table in restaurants. And bedtime? It’s getting easier. But it definitely hasn’t been easy the whole time. 

But she has also taught me that you never really know what love means until you have a child. I love her Daddy to the moon and back. But the love I feel for Bug is different. Handsome doesn’t need me to protect him, though I would in a heartbeat, no matter what. But Bug is completely defenseless. I’ve turned into Mama Bear when it comes to her. 

And then she learned how to hug me back and give kisses and RETURN my love. 

Some days I think my heart might explode. 

Even as I type I have to pause because she stands up between me and the computer to give me kisses.

Some other things Bug has taught me:

That it’s ok when she pulls every toy out of her toy bag, and then plays with a paper towel tube. She’s learning how to entertain herself.

It’s ok for her to eat stale cheerios off the floor. She won’t die.

That no matter how slobbery or full of food her mouth is, her kisses can’t be beat.

That it’s fun to make strangers smile (which Bug does every time we go out) even without saying a word.

Poop is gross. But it’s ok!

I’m sure there’s more, but I’m distracted by the cutie who keeps bouncing up between my arms as I try to type. 

The point is, I hope Bug never stops learning. And I hope I never do either.

Day 6 and 7 – Almost done!

The Flats and Handwashing Challenge is coming to a close. Yesterday was Open Topic day, and today is “What Did We Learn?” day.

Yesterday was a lazy, stay home and cuddle kind of day. It was a good diaper day though. I tried the diaper pins again, and got a much better fit. And I didn’t poke myself or Bug! They may just work out after all.

I didn’t wash any diapers yesterday… I was planning to do 2 days worth of washing today during naptime. But considering that Bug has been fighting a nap since 9am (It’s not 12:30pm) I’m not sure that will happen. I will be handwashing this last load though, I promise.

I’ve read that many of the other participants of this challenge have decided to switch completely to flats and covers and sell/trade all their other diapers. I’m not sure I’m ready to take that step.

I do use flats regularly when we are at home. However, I still like the convenience of using a pocket diaper or an All In One when we are out and about. They are just easier. That may change, but for now, I won’t be selling any diapers.

What I have learned, however, is that it is totally possible to diaper a baby/child in just flats and covers. And it is totally possible to hand wash them too, even if it is time consuming.

I’ve learned some new folds and pinning techniques. I love how trim a flat can be when it’s folded correctly!

I’ve also learned several ways to keep an active child still while changing a diaper. And several things that don’t work.

I’ve learned that I don’t have to rely on disposables for things like camping trips. I have a bucket washer now, I can bring and use flats, and I don’t have to bring home a pile of yucky diapers at the end of the trip!

And most of all, I’ve learned that the cloth diapering community is a fun, encouraging, loving and uplifting crowd, who are willing to cheer up a comrade when they feel like giving up. The ladies I’ve chatted with this week on the Challenge Facebook group have been sweet and helpful, always willing to share what they’ve learned, what works, what doesn’t.

This week hasn’t been an easy one with my husband away, but going to that group, and seeing cheery photos of babies and diapers and babies IN diapers helped brighten up the dark times.

So with this week coming to a close, I hope everyone who has read my blog has learned something new. I hope to continue blogging with the regularity, but I can’t promise.

And to those who did the challenge with me this year, I’ll see you next year!

Day 5 – What’s working? And some other stuff.

Day 5 already? Hard to believe this week is almost up! It actually hasn’t been too bad. We’ve kept up with the challenge, and I haven’t really missed our regular diapers much at all. Even going out!

Speaking of going out, Bug and I made a trip to Wally World today. The pets were out of food, so we bought a potty!

It’s a nifty one that converts into a training seat and step stool. And it’s green. And it was only $10. If I had ONLY gotten a training seat, it was more! Sigh… doesn’t make sense… but I guess it makes cents, so that’s what matters, right? (badumching!)

Ahem… Here’s Bug trying it out. We tried it a few times today, but nothing to show for it yet. We will keep trying though.


I’m really not sure what I would do if she actually peed, or even poo’d on this thing… Probably cry. I mean really, why am I even doing this? Why would I want to hurry her up? I already miss my little baby, and now she’s almost walking, almost talking, and growing up WAY TOO FAST!

In other news, I found diaper pins today. It was like Where’s Waldo trying to find these suckers… I ended up asking for help. They were on the bottom shelf, between onesies and underpants. But they were right above the Gerber prefolds… so I guess that made sense. Sorta.


I tried them on one diaper. I stabbed myself once. I ran them through my hair to try and get them to work better… Gonna try the soap trick next. They cost me a whole dollar though… I wanted to try them, to say I did. The jury is still out on how often I will use them.

And now we begin the part of this post that has to do with the blogging prompt! What’s been working, and what hasn’t? Up until the most recent wash, I’ve been using my bucket and plunger system. BORING! Seriously…And it seemed to take forever. The last load I did in the bucket was 7 flats and 2 covers and the wet bag from my diaper bag. Way too much. I rinsed and rinsed and rinsed. And just for fun I rinsed again.

So today, since I skipped washing last night (intentionally) I had 2 days worth of diapers. It was about 9 flats and flour sack towels, and 5 covers. One flat was a super duper poopy one*. Too much for the bucket. But they had been soaking in the bucket, so I plugged up the tub and dumped them in. I added some HOT water and started swirling them around by hand (with gloves, EW!). That water was gross. I blame the poop.

Drained the icky water, wrung everything out, made sure nothing was still folded, and ran new HOT water with detergent. Then I swirled, scrubbed, and sloshed until I was satisfied they were clean. It really didn’t take as long as I thought it would.

Drained, wrung, filled again with HOT water and vinegar. By this time, I had somehow gotten water into one of my gloves. Not the most pleasant feeling. So I ditched the gloves, and had the bright idea of using the plunger to agitate my rinse cycle!


It worked like a DREAM!! After the vinegar rinse, I rinsed them all by hand in cold water under the faucet, then filled the tub with warm water for a final rinse. Then I wrung those puppies out, rolled my covers in a beach towel, and hung them out to dry.


I couldn’t have asked for a better day to dry diapers… Until today, I’ve been drying them on a rack under a ceiling fan overnight because I haven’t been able to wash until after Bug goes to bed. Today I washed during nap time, and still had hours of wonderful, breezy daylight left! They were dry in an HOUR.

The moral of the story (and the answer to the question) is the bucket isn’t working for me. I’ve found a new way to do things that I feel gets my diapers cleaner, with less work. Scrubbing in the tub is the way to go!

I do like having the bucket full of water during the day though to drop dipes into as we change them. To be safe, I keep it in the bathroom, door closed all day. Bug is never in there unless it’s bath time.

*Super Duper poo story time! Some may know that Bug has had a hard time going the past 2 days. She’s only managed to get hard bunny balls out, and she’s been feeling icky because of it. Yesterday I fed her a bunch of strawberries and mango to try and loosen her up a bit. It worked!

Today when she got up from her nap, she was POOPY. Not something I could plop either. And since I’ve been trying new folds, it wasn’t easy to spray off either. (can you see where this is going?)

I am SO glad I bought gloves Wednesday. That puppy got DUNKED and SWISHED right in the toilet! First time doing THAT! It was gross, but better than attempting to spray and getting poo all over my bathroom… Hope I won’t need to do that again, but at least I know I can.

Not that I was curious…

Now Bug is in bed. I scrambled to pick up the house and even vacuumed once she was asleep. No diaper washing for me until Sunday. Who knows, maybe I’ll keep it up? I’ll definitely keep line-drying whenever possible… they smell SO good.


Good night!

Day 4 – Handwashing

This Flats and Handwashing thing has been fun. Really! The diapers are easy to use, simple to clean, and fit Bug great. So far I’ve been able to keep up on the washing, but I have to admit… I don’t really look forward to it.

So far, I’ve been using the bucket I wash in as my wet pail. Every dirty diaper goes right in and soaks all day until I get to the wash after Bug goes to bed. Once I have time, I agitate the diapers with the plunger (I don’t use the bucket lid anymore, it didn’t fit right on the bucket, and I feel I can get the diapers cleaner if I can see them) for a few minutes.

Then I dump the water, fill with HOT and a bit of detergent. Agitate that for a bit, then let it soak. Typically the diapers get several agitate/soak cycles because I work on them during commercials. (Cloth Diaper Confession time!)

After a hot wash, they get a hot rinse with a little bit of white vinegar, then 2 more rinses to make sure they are clean. Then they get wrung out by hand, and hung up on my drying rack under the ceiling fan in the kitchen overnight. So far, they haven’t been completely dry by morning, but once the sun comes out they are all dry by mid-morning.

Tonight, however, I have no interest in washing diapers whatsoever. So I think tomorrow I will be trying the “stomp washing” method with 2 days worth of diapers.

Tonight, I’m planning to go to bed early. I was up until 11:30 last night. Not washing, just watching TV. I can’t do that again, I kept dozing every time I laid down on the floor to play with Bug. Both of us fell asleep on the couch around 4 for about an hour. When she finally woke up, she was still sleepy and fussy, so I got her ready for bed. She’s been asleep in her bed since 6. I think I’m going to aim for bed by 9.

For now, I’m hanging out with my family and watching Say Yes To The Dress. Oh, and eating sherbet with mini chocolate chips on top.

I miss Handsome.

Day 3, a little late…

I’m a little late with my Day 3 post for the Flats and Handwashing Challenge. Handsome left for his business trip yesterday, so it was busy and kinda sad for me. But I’m here now!

Day 3 was Open Topic day. So here goes!

Bug had no idea her Daddy was leaving, which is probably good. If she was melting down that he was leaving, I would have just lost it, more than I already did. I really don’t like when he’s away. But we are making it work.

Bug LOVES sharing food… I could hardly eat my Taco Bell because she kept crawling into my lap, practically into the bowl!


And here is the diaper bit for the day. I have found a treasure. They top most necessary piece of equipment for the challenge. These gloves.


They cost less than $3 at WalMart, they are pretty, and they are saving my hands! I still need 2 days of handwashing blisters to go away, but these babies should help!

Speaking of babies, mine has 3 teeth coming in, has a low fever, is constipated, and just woke up from her very short nap in tears. That’s my cue.