So the cloth diapers are working out SUPER well. Thanks to momsmilkboutique for getting me a stash so quickly. It’s hard to live in the sticks! I still use a (1) disposable diaper at night, because I don’t think that the cloth would be comfy for that long…but Monday came along and I didn’t have to empty the DiaperChamp, and I was pretty psyched. I actually PREFER him to poop in the cloth, because then I can clean it up. If he poops in a disposable I can’t deal and end up taking the trash out right then. His room smells infinitely better. I’ve finally settled on a system that I like (after trying very few) but I figure I’ll go with what works. When I get some time I’ll put it all up over at LKG’s Reviews.
Today we had playgroup for the first time down at the hospital. It was from 9:30-11, and I was a little worried about the length of the program. Turns out it’s a music time/dance party/toy sharing seminar until about 10:30, at which time the parents are encouraged to talk about “parenting issues.” Which is code for: Let’s freak on Erin for suggesting someone put milk in the microwave. I KNOW ABOUT THE ELUSIVE HOTSPOTS, but you know what? 7 seconds in the microwave has never hurt my kid. (Let me clarify. I never put my kid in the microwave. For any amount of seconds. I was referring to the milk, poorly.) I used to warm his water in the microwave before adding the powder, and 11 months later I have NEVER BURNT MY KID. But the lady in charge had to go all, “I have to say, NEVER NEVER use a mircrowave for ANYTHING related to your child.” And I was all, “Yeah, and I bet you hate shrinkydinks, too!” Ok, that last part didn’t make sense. Later she asked me, “Why is your child drinking milk, anyway? He’s not a year old yet.” I replied, “Because I’m him mother.” The kid drinks like….4 sips of milk a day. I’m hoping he’ll learn to like it before we give up the formula altogether. And if it weren’t for the fact that Camper had SO MUCH FUN (and also the forty-something dollars I paid to go to this thing) I probably wouldn’t go back. I think Camper might be a politician one day, as he spent some time kissing the babies having tummy time. It was actually really sweet. I was very excited that he didn’t try to bite anyone, not one person, and that he took it like a champ when another little boy kicked him in the head. (I took it like a champ, too, consoling the horrified mother of Chuck Lee. Or is that Bruce Lee? Chuck Norris? Anyway, there was no bleeding, nothing broken, tears slowed quickly, no permanent damage.) I met a couple of moms that I was all “WOW, YOU’RE COOL, DO YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT….” and then watched them walk away and congregate in a little breastfeeding circle talking about what to do with their older kids while nursing in the mall. It was just like high school. Except for the kids, and the breastfeeding…But then I found a couple of moms who didn’t shun anyone that they don’t see at their meetings (Seriously, not all of us breastfeed exclusively for one year or more. I don’t judge you. I say rock on to you. I’m glad you were able to do that. I wasn’t. Moving on.) and don’t mind a mom who picks and chooses her mommy-obsessions, and just wants someone to chat with.
But yeah. It was fun. And maybe I’ll even find a friend around here that has a kid that my kid can play with sometimes. That would be AWESOME.
