Friday, March 25, 2011

the glitz and glam of the cloth diaper

We are a cloth diaper family.  Mostly because we are cheap.  Bottom line.  Diapers are muy expensive and we will go to great lengths to save a buck.  Hence we've been eating up our cupboard for the last five days in order to consolidate and use up.  It's also the reason why I ate buffalo chicken mac n cheese last night for dinner.  We don't have fresh bread in the house but we do have all the makings of buffalo chicken dip and a box of whole wheat pasta, put em together you get a stomach-churning, delicious meal.  But I digress.

So we're thrifty, cheap, looking to save a buck.  That's why we decided the investment was worth it to go for the cloth diapers.  I'm pleased.  We do diaper laundry about twice a week.  It's not terrible but it can be disgusting.

Since introducing the solids, Lake's been turning out some wildly stinky stuff.  You never know what you're gonna get when you unsnap her diaper.  Will you see traces of the blueberries or beans she had the night before?  Who knows, maybe if you're lucky.  Sometimes, for extra fun, the poop sneaks up her back and out the top of the diaper.  If you don't catch it soon enough you get a wonderful mess to clean up.  Can you sense the sarcasm dripping?

I've been a trooper. I've done the cloth without a complaint.  I've diligently stuffed diapers for the last 8 months and I remind myself I'm saving us money.  Money that I can possibly spend on lovelies from Target.  Or more headbands for my stylish baby.  Or perhaps, put some into our Roth IRA... blah, blah, blah.

I read about these wonderful mothers who praise the cloth diaper and love them to death.  I love the money they save our family, but I do not love the cloth diaper.  I do not love plunging them into the icy cold toilet water and washboarding them to remove my daughter's feces.  I do not love squeezing said poopy water out before placing them in the bin to be washed.  And I certainly do not love throwing them in the washing machine and catching a whiff of day-old poop and pee.  I'll be honest, the secret's out: I'm slightly disgusted.

I am reminded of a little economics lesson I learned back in fifth grade to the tune of "opportunity cost."  Is the disgusting ringing out and scrubbing of the poop worth the hundreds of dollars I'm saving and the hundreds of diapers I am keeping out of the landfills?  So poop management is my opportunity cost.  I think it's worth it.  I really do.

So there you have it.  There's no glamour in cloth diapering your child.  But it saves money, is good for their tush and reduces waste.  While it's not for the faint at heart, I think it is for our family.  So I will trudge on.

I must now close as I see my daughter is trying to eat her own snot.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Thanks for making it awkward...

I was just out shoveling the drive since it snowed here yet again.   This sweet old man was walking his dog on the other side of the street so I said hello.  I thought it the neighborly thing to do.  He yelled from across the street to me something I couldn't quite hear.  When I asked him to repeat it he said, "that's a man's job," in reference to my shoveling the drive.

How does one respond to a statement like this?  I just said, as polite as possible, "oh, okay."  He shuffled on down the street and I was left feeling incredibly awkward.  Do you ever have moments like this where you just have no idea how to respond?

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Motherhood is...

Motherhood is: Part 1
what a joy and a privilege to walk alongside our children on the path of life
for now we work to guide her
teach her
strengthen her
show her a better way
it comes in simple, easy moments
using a spoon
sitting up on her own
blowing her nose
avoiding the outlet

soon a day will come when our guidance will lend itself to bigger things
who to love
how to love
knowing her worth
choosing what is pure, lovely, good
how loved she's been since the beginning of time by the One who teaches us to love

Sunday, March 20, 2011

A Hot Mess and Other Things I'm Letting Go Of

When I was pregnant with Lakin I shuddered at the thought of crusty noses and saliva-soaked sleeves.  I am a pretty big germ-a-phobe and I like a tidy ship.  I knew this tendency would carry over to my daughter.  I also figured she'd come out of the womb knowing how to wipe her own nose or at least with the same disgust for vile and dirty things that I possessed.

Not true.  In fact, Lakin loves dirt, grime and runny noses more that I will ever understand.  She throws up all over herself and them moves right along to the next activity.  In a moment's time she has her hands deep in the bowl of berries and oatmeal and is making the most mess possible in the small window of time she has before someone notices.   If she could always have a snail trail of snot streaming down her face, she would.  It's just how she likes things.  Who am I to get in the way?

The other day I walked out of the room for an instant (to get a kleenex to clean up her ever-running nose) and she'd dumped the entire family size box of Cheerios all over the carpet and was happily sitting in the midst of Cheerio heaven quizzically examining a single O in her hand.

Messes seem to find my daughter and I think I've reached the point where I'm cool with it.

Will I let her chew on the edge of the table at Chipotle?  Heck no -- at least not without a fight.  But will she probably have a dry booger hanging from her nose next time you see her?  I'd put money on it.

As a mother, I'm learning there are some battles not worth fighting.  I know she'll hit a bath soon enough.  Motherhood is changing me.  It's making me relax, let go and embrace.  While it might be disgusting, I think it's freeing.  So go ahead and make comments if you want but we're a beautiful mess in this house and we don't care who knows it.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Shamrockin our way through March

Shamrock Shake count: 3

About to be 4...

Num, num, num.

Bravo Munkowitz, Bravo

Clap Attempt #1

Clap Attempt #2

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Okay, but not awesome.

That's how I feel this morning.  Yesterday I came down with some flu-like symptoms.  I was weak, achy and congested.  I thought my cold meds could help me through the day but they simply made me feel high as kite.  I kid you not, there were points when I wasn't sure whether I was firmly rooted to my chair or floating around the room.  So, needless to say, Lakin and I left work early and came home and went straight to bed.  Chris was on call so I was forced to leave him a series of text messages that could be described as nothing other than desperate.  (And we wonder where Lakin get's her dramatic flair...)

Lakin hung in there playing happily in my bed with her blocks and toys.  She would give me love pats every once in a while and try to eat my stash of kleenex.  As a mother, I felt terrible restricting her to my room with my sick germs but I really couldn't send her on her way to make herself a PB&J sandwich and watch cartoons, now could I?  I was able to muster the strength to give her a bath and get her in her PJs for bed.  She ended up going down about 45 minutes earlier than usual but she was happy to oblige.  What a spectacular kid!

I was out by 6:00 pm and Chris got home from work at 8:00 pm.  With him, he brought a Micky D's cheeseburger and fries and the second shamrock shake of the season!  This is what my mom would bring home to me when I was out of school sick.  She worked all the way downtown and on her lunch break she'd run home and bring me a happy meal.  Did you know Happy Meals have restorative power?  True.  They can make a sick person well.  So the salty burger brought back nostalgic feelings from when my mom took such good care of me as a sick child.

As a kid, when I was sick we'd make a nest out of the living room couch.  I watched reruns of Three's Company and Facts of Life all morning and sleep the afternoon away.  Water glasses always had straws and you never had to leave the makeshift nest because anything you needed was always delivered.  Ah, the life.

Now I am the mom.  My house is a wreck.  There are no clean cloth diapers for lady and my only help is on call for the next four days straight.  Man, what a sad story I am.

We're going to work today.  I'm feeling better.  Lakin deserves to have a bed-free day.  Sometimes being a grown up just plain stinks.

Now, for something uplifting: Lakin loving on a lime.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Thank you McDonalds

What makes the month of March extra special?

What's that?  I can't hear you.

They've been known to make small Asian children kiss teenage boys.  Don't believe me, watch the commercial.

Shamrock Shakes: Shaking up Milk since 1970.

Jaeger Family Count: 1 Shake Consumed.  

Yes Please!

Yogurt, refried beans, taco meat, spaghetti pie... what do these all have in common?  They are all things baby girl ate this weekend and you guessed it, loved!  I swear, this girl would forgo her half liquid diet if I'd loosen up and let her try some stuff.  She's a total chow hound these days.  Allow me to show you her quiet, gentle, and oh so patient spirit when it come to meal time.

She's got wicked dance moves.  (Just like her mother.)  You know what's not wicked?  The sideways video that I can't figure out how to rotate.

You know you're married to a urologist when...

there's a Google doc permanently open on your computer entitled: The Undescended Testicle.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

the new hair do

Not as dramatic as I made it in my head... surprise, surprise.  (No, not really, wink.)   I thought about chopping it off into something short and sassy but decided my ponytail was a security blanket I was not ready to get rid off.  Especially with the Minnesota heat we've got coming our way soon.  Sorry for the poor quality of photo but not for the baby leering in the bottom picture.  BTW, she's a fan of the bangs.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

cracks me up

Lakin's personality grows more and more each day.  I am pretty certain there are some interesting parent teacher conferences in our future.  "She's social," is sure to be written on every report card.  Lakin is babbling any time someone will listen and even times when no one else is around to hear what she has to say.  When she jumps in her jump-a-roo at home I think she might shake her brain loose.  She's trying to climb the back of the couch, eats my hair or anything else she can get her hands on and instantly topples over anything in her path.  Once she's mobile, watch out, she's going to create quite a mess.  I am thinking our new motto will be, "check yourself before you wreck yourself," to remind our little daredevil to exercise some caution.    The above picture really captures her spirit.  I think she'll keep our lives interesting.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

why bad tv brings people together

How do you make friends?

Well, you start with some common ground.

When we moved to Rochester I was in search of some lovely friends and some company during those long, unemployed days at the end of pregnancy.  In an effort to branch out and compensate for the lack of Bravo tv, I gathered a crew of women to watch Bethanny Getting Married with me on someone else's DVR.  Soon, our Friday ritual of reality TV and garage sales became a more regular occurrence.  The experience was the foundation of some wonderful friendships here in Rochester.

So, when a new season of the Bachelor was airing, I knew it has the potential to win friends and influence people.  You see, a room full of women watching the Bachelor is a long standing tradition where I come from.  Monday nights were spent huddled together in the dorm room/living room of friends criticizing and critiquing the poor souls who subjected themselves to this group dating nightmare.

Last night the scene was no different.  While consuming ice cream drumsticks, bagels, and Easter candy (thanks Erin, Kristin, and Casey) we watched as Bachelor Brad whittled his choices down to two.  It is nights like these that I am so thankful for our new home and our new friends.  I've always said, friendship is being completely at home with another.  From bra-less to cloaked in bathrobe, we were a room full of friends completely at home with one another.  Monday nights are met with such wonderful expectation and excitement for me.  I hope the tradition continues.
I hope you all had a wonderful Monday evening too!