I hear this (or something similar: "Nine months is respectable . . .") often when Mike gets in a cloth-diapering rut. He doesn't like having to put the diaper in the bin or flush the liner. I keep telling Mike he's not sick of cloth diapering, he's sick of diapering. Period. (Mamma mia, have we got many more years of changing diapers ahead of us . . .) Diapering isn't fun or glamorous any way you slice it.
In preparation for our big (read: way too painfully short) trip back to The States, I bought a package of disposable diapers last week. Ada and I determined it would be best to test-drive said disposables (I had no clue what size to buy, which kind to get; I felt a bit silly and was glad my friend was there to walk me through it) before we got on a plane and had some unforeseen catastrophe.
This was Ada's first time in a disposable diaper since she was just weeks old and we were still cheering for every bowel movement. The days of cheering for poops are long over.
|Diaper covers drying on the bathroom radiator.|
So far, I'm not overly impressed with the disposables. I even went for the more expensive option (nearly 8 Euros for 20 diapers), thinking they would for sure exceed all diapering expectations and make me want to switch over to the ease and simplicity of disposables.
|Sporting the disposables. I must say it makes her bum look so tiny comparatively...|
I'll be interested to see what I think after a week+ of using disposables in Utah. Bets on whether I'll make the switch?
Advent Calender: Christmas candy
Christmas Song: Christmas Wish by She & Him