A few days ago, I realized that Carter was finally big enough to fit into the collection of cloth diapers that I've been hoarding. They were a gift from a friend whose mother-in-law runs a secondhand shop - one day she got a donation of brand-new cloth diapers and passed them on to my friend, who was pregnant at the time. The friend ultimately decided to go with disposables instead, and was generous enough to pass the cloth collection on to me.
This was tremendously exciting, as I've been obsessed with cloth diapers since well before I even became pregnant. I don't know what it is about them - the cute colors, the practical, money-saving element, the fanatical cult following in online cloth diaper ("CD") communities - but I developed my obsession ages ago, and am overjoyed to finally have my little person wearing them.
To my delight, washing them hasn't been nearly as much of a pain in the ass as I'd anticipated - I just toss 'em in our fancy-schmancy new HE frontloader (bought specifically with the notion of using cloth diapers) and they come out spotless and fresh each time. I only have ten, so I've been washing every day - fortunately, I just ordered three dozen prefolds from Green Mountain Diapers that I'll be using in my gDiaper pants (a money-saving alternative to these "all-in-one" pocket diapers, which are pricey at $18 a pop). When they arrive, I won't have to wash nearly as often. Since Monday, I've used only a handful of disposables, mostly while we were out and about - they were all size Newborn which I had to use up anyway, since he has graduated to size 1.
BEHOLD! Here is Carter looking snazzy in his Fuzzi Bunz diaper and organic cotton carrot socks. If that's not style, I don't know what is.
Strike a pose: