Posts Tagged ‘growing up’

The Summertime Challenge

The warm weather is finally making it’s way to frosty Ithaca, NY. The sun is shining, and babies all over town are stretching out their legs, finally free of snow pants. It is time to put forth my summertime challenge.

Most cloth diapering parents can get on board with wool covers. Natural fibers, breathable, recycled… what’s not to love? But when the warm weather comes rolling in, most bail on their woolies. Those sweet little sweater butts lose their appeal when it is 75 and sunny.

I understand, really I do. I mean who would want to wear a wool sweater on a sunny day? Not me. But I’d choose that wool sweater over a trash bag in a heartbeat.

That is the part that is so easy to forget. It is not wool versus cotton. It is wool versus vinyl. So give your woollies a shot. Your baby will thank you. Since wool is so breathable, your baby will not overheat. And look how cute they are!

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Officially A Toddler

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My little one is now officially a toddler. Yes, he has been walking for months and is babbling up a storm, but I really put his toddlerhood to the test today.

We went to toddler storytime at the library.

I was worried that we’d get dirty looks from the parents of more established toddlers whose children sit the whole time and listen intently to the story. We have been going to “Baby, Books and Bounce Time”, where babies are expected to make noise and crawl all over the place. We love it, but when the “new generation” started coming in and my little walking, talking, gotta check everything out, 15 month old boy was up against a handful of 2 month old babies, I thought it was time to move on.

So we made the leap and to my shock, he sat and listened to the story while the parents of those big kids chased their children around trying to coax them to sit. He checked everyone out with his little legs crossed, like a perfect little sweetheart.

For almost 15 whole minutes.

I was so proud I could hardly keep from smiling when he had finally had enough and made a dive for some little girl’s goldfish.