Cloth Diapering

I've had to resort to cloth diapers today. Not that I ran out of diapers or anything... But because my sweet baby's bottom is in a mess!

He is teething and the 'teething booty' has attacked! The poor little guy has the worst diaper rash ever. It started Sunday. He pooped and when he was wiped, his skin just rolled off. Seriously. His bottom was, and still is, raw and bleeding. And every time he poops, it just gets worse.

I've quit using wipes and just use wet bath cloths. I've tried every diaper cream out there. They just make it worse. So, today I called the doctor for advice.

Their suggestion was a specific kind of cream, no wipes and let his bottom 'breathe'. So, that's what we're doing. And praying it works.

I can not handle it getting any worse. It makes me sick to my stomach to look at it and think about how painful it must be for him! Poor baby!

So, here we are... In cloth diapers until his bottom heals. And, I have to admit, I kind of like the idea. Who knows, maybe I'll like it!

Take a peak at my first and second attempt... Definitely need some practice!

Say What!

  

I was cooking breakfast the other morning and Emma came in the kitchen with her dress-up clothes on.  This particular outfit is one that she had been wearing every day, so I decided to snap a few pictures of her.

She was being her usual self and turning her back to me while I had my camera.  So, after countless attempts and pleading with her to 'Say Cheese,' I still hadn't gotten her to look at me.

I was about to go put my camera away and Chuck came into the kitchen.  He wanted me to try again and asked her to look at me and say 'cheese.' She said no and kept peeling apart her stickers.

A few seconds passed and she turned to look at Chuck and me and said, "No, Daddy. Don't say cheese.  Say 'Cold Beer!'"