Don't look surprised, you were never normal.: September 2013

photos. Some these have been on facebook, some on instagram, some on neither. Come on people, pick one medium and stickwith it, as a community. At least I don't have to bother with myspace or twitter...unless I obsess over celebrities, which I don't

Changing Diapers in the Car

Clearly they expect babies to have chubbier legs than mine do

hungry babies will give you hickeys

When Life started getting too simple (ei. I got some sleep) I decided to complicate things with cloth diapers.

And line drying/sun bleaching really does work with poop stains

just a little white trash... a little

and while I have had less blow outs when i use cloth, it does have it's moments. Lets take to note this is why I bought snap and not velcro covers...and I was warned that the velcro needed to be replaced on this pair of hand-me-downs... and I never got around to it.

Just a little blow out

At least his diaper was clean

My primary motivation for cloth diapering was economical. There are lots of less bulky style cloth diapering systems out there, but I went with the cheapest (aside from the nylon covers that spread poop down their legs as you pull them off). This is my on the go car changing box for our vacation. We only used 45 dollars worth of costco diapers for that 10 day trip. Only.

It was a crowded ride down, Polo rode with us to my brothers house, and the rest of the way, it was still B and my mom in the front, with me crammed between two babies in the back

Can you see my legs?

On the long drive, I simultaneously created and discovered the secret to happy babies. It's this video. If a well-fed clean-pantied baby is screaming, it's 'cause he wants to watch this video a few times. I'm a genius.

About the time I recomplicated life with cloth, I took up making homemade versions of cheep snacks.

Homemade graham crackers are so worth the time. Much yummier and cleaner eating than store bought.

Cheese crackers. Brett really really likes these. Maybe more than anything else that I make.

Pre-baked wheat thins

Discovering fists

I suspect that by the end of the year, there will be few stores I haven't breast fed in while shopping. I've done it at Target, Harmons, Maceys, Relief Society, the Pool, the vet, a meeting for my church calling, on the curb in the middle of a walk, while playing cards, and my lovely husband has just recently informed me that it would not make him uncomfortable if I breastfeed during sacrament meeting. Score. So basically, if breasts and their God-given purpose make you uncomfortable, you might want to stop being friends with me.

at Target

At it again, in the vet office.

And yes, I will obnoxiously post photos of me breast feeding in public, because once I decided that there was no reason for me to pump just for public occasions, or for me to crouch in a dirty restroom to feed my child, I found it quite liberating. Not like flash my boobies everywhere liberating, but like there are modest ENOUGH ways to go about life without being ashamed of your milk makers, and if someone sees a bit of nipple before it gets to the babies mouth, they will survive. So, i figure, if i can make one other person feel like they have a choice aside from feeding in a yucky restroom, letting a baby scream or never going out in public.