28 March 2014

on diapers

As a mom, these things matter to me. So I'll just go ahead and post about it.

My youngest child, Bitsy, is three. And no, she is not potty trained yet--she and I discuss it daily, and she will get there. I'm not afraid. My efforts to that end have been tainted the past few months as I readied for and then recovered from major surgery. For now--I seriously don't care. (True Confessions of a Mom #219.) I learned long ago to pick my battles.

A few years ago, I had to let go of my cloth diapering passion when I couldn't keep up anymore. Budget-friendly disposables with a purple box and little monkeys on front met the need instead. Other than her typical avoidance of  being changed, I've had no issue. And I've been steadily using that brand unless the store doesn't have her size in stock. Which is what happened the other day when I forgot the diaper bag while rushing out the door to my parent's.

I had to buy another brand. One with famous characters like big yellow birds, monsters who love cookies, and furry orange...um, not sure what that puppet is. But that orange dude? He's playing soccer on every single diaper. She adores that. Not sure why. (And while she may have seen that show, it's not a regular one around here--so she had to ask who all the cool colored creatures were.)

All of a sudden, Bitsy wants to get her diaper changed regularly. And I'm not allowed to pull out those purple monkey ones from the nearly-full super-sized box. Those guys don't play soccer. And aren't orange, is my guess.

I have mixed feelings--the bigger name brand costs more. But, the need to change regularly is a great awareness of the need to go (she's shown plenty of other signs, too). Maybe she'll potty train sooner if I switch over? Honestly, it's the end of the diaper line in our house, so it's hardly worth the argument either way. It's probably not a battle worth picking. Even if the purple ones do fit her body better.

Now, if you'll excuse me--we need to go put a much fresher diaper on her...

26 March 2014


My goal is to forget the contest I finaled in so I won't stress over it. Instead, I just forgot that today was Wednesday, the day the COTT article went up, about all three finalists. You know, the one I promised I'd post. Thank goodness for a friendly reminder!

Here you go:



23 March 2014


Back in December I entered one of my stories into a contest, at the last minute--Clash of the Titles: The Olympia. I frantically made sure my edits were in place and sent it off. Frenzy over, I promptly forgot all about it.

This past Friday I was reminded when I checked my email and discovered I had finaled! WHAT? Utter shock, my friends. It took re-reading some things to realize that finaling meant I was in the top three entrants. Deeper shock set in. I secretly wondered how it was possible--maybe there had been a mistake? But no email to correct that news was forthcoming, so it must have been right.

I was trying to make a birthday cake at the time. I merged two recipes, had to double the original dry ingredients, then make even halves of all that powdery stuff. The first round of measuring was wrong--I was so distracted. Focus on baking a cake? I really needed to buy one. But that wasn't an option. And my kids pick their favorite meal for their birthday dinner. That meal wasn't on a take out menu.

Thankfully, the birthday meal and dessert came out fine in the end. Now I'm just hopeful my entry comes out all right, too. But really, wherever I place, I'm thrilled to have reached this point. It's come out just fine already.

There will be an article on the COTT website Wednesday, featuring all three finalists. I'll be sure to post a link when it goes up!