I do not claim to be an environmentalist, nor an extreme deal finder, nor a die hard fan of baby poop. However, I LOVE cloth diapering. When first confronted with the idea of using cloth, I had a vision of folding something closely resembling a dinner napkin, fashioning it haphazardly around my baby’s bum and praying it lasts long enough to catch whatever terrifying messes come out of my child before falling off. I’m certain 95 percent of those I tell we do cloth diapering have the same image. When I mentioned the idea to my husband, he mostly chalked the idea up to pregnancy hormones. Certainly, just about every mom I shared our intentions with while I was pregnant laughed and told me I wouldn’t last. Luckily, a dear friend of mine had a daughter 7 months before we did and had months of cloth diapering success behind her I could use as evidence for my case. Now I’m here to tell you 18 months in, I use cloth diapers on my kiddo almost exclusively and plan to do so with my next baby as well.  Continue reading →