One cloth diaper away from owning a goat. . .

So this past month has brought this Southern girl to a wild realization. . .I am turning into one of those crunchy Earth mothers, and I’m afraid I am one cloth diaper away from buying a goat to replace our lawn mower and changing my name to Sunflower. . .

It all hit me on Sunday when Dustin mentioned planting our garden again next summer.  As I agreed with him, this vision popped into my mind of me in the garden with two toddlers around my ankles and their cloth diapers blowing softly on the clothesline behind us, and it hit me. . .who is this Earth mama in my vision, and why didn’t someone help her before it got this far?!  

A little background info on how this has all happened. . .I had grand ideas of going just a little green and saving money by using cloth diapers when I was pregnant.  The new ones are cute, easy to put on, and only require a little extra laundry, right?  I’d get these terrible looks from people when I’d mention it, then they’d smile and say, “Oh, what a wonderful idea!”. It was so clear that everyone thought I was nuts, and to be honest, they were right.  I was so overwhelmed with two babies for the first few months that I couldn’t even shower or brush my teeth on a regular basis, much less do “just a simple extra load of laundry” a day.  I promised to pull those dang diapers out for at least a week this summer before I sold them to some other poor naive pregnant mama, and I have lasted about five days so far.  I have to admit, I love the poo-splosion stopping power of the cloth diapers.  (After starting the girls on cereal a few weeks ago, their sweet little breast-milk poopy diapers disappeared and were replaced by this horrific, gravity-defying, outfit-ruining, atomic poo.  Don’t be fooled by the cute, smiling babies on the cereal boxes–they fail to show the gagging parents running to the laundry room to grab the Oxy Clean for the third time that day.).  I am somehow staying on top of the diaper laundry, too, but the jury is still out on whether or not this is a long term Earth mama thing or just a stubborn phase to prove to myself that I can do cloth diapers if I choose to do so.  

Along with these Earth-friendly diapers, I am drying them outside to help with stains and to save the dryer from running 1.5 cycles to get them all dry.  I am not sure when I decided to try to save electricity, too. . .kind of like the diapers, this “crunchy” behavior just crept in to my perception of normal somewhere along the way.  It even appeared in my gardening vision somehow without me even thinking about it. . .how does that happen??  To make matters worse, I am co-sleeping with my babies and tandem nursing AND baby-wearing. . .SERIOUSLY!!  None of this was planned. . .each behavior started independently and out of necessity and has slowly become normal. . .when you put them all together, well, like I said, I’m afraid I’m one cloth diaper away from having a goat, changing my name to Sunflower and making my own reusable toilet paper. . .

I never imagined myself as an Earth mama NOR have I ever had any intentions of becoming so green. . .I am terrified!  I think I need to run to McDonald’s in my gas-guzzling SUV for some processed food and then go throw a few mattresses in a landfill to make myself feel more like the self I thought I was. . .it sounds like great therapy!  I may even need to order a redwood deck and a Hummer to top it off.  

So what now?  How do I accept this inner Earth mama that has slowly taken over?  The tandem nursing, co-sleeping and baby-wearing are here to stay, the cloth diapers may stick around, and I plan on making my own baby food in a few weeks.  Maybe I just need to embrace my new-found “crunchiness” but set some guidelines. . .no goats or chickens no matter how wonderful it sounds to have fresh milk or eggs or chomped-down grass, no extended periods of make-up free or hair-product free days, no sewing my own clothes, no composting, no homemade toilet paper or baby wipes. . .but I can’t make any promises about the name-changing. . .someone yelling “Sunflower” as I turn and wave seems like the icing on the cake of my gardening vision, doesn’t it?


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14 thoughts on “One cloth diaper away from owning a goat. . .

  1. I am really enjoying reading this blog. I don’t know how you do it with twins but I am sure it is twice the joy! It is amazing how we Morph into the moms we become but it sounds like you are doing amazing job. Hang in there just a little longer and it really gets fun when they start really showing off their personality.

  2. You are so funny and have a great outlook on life. I really enjoy reading your blog- thanks for sharing it!! Glad all is well with you and yours:)

  3. Dorothy Sanders

    You crack me up! There is nothing wrong with co-sleeping with a baby and you have 2! Lord knows, Britt nursing every 2 hours for what seemed like forever was not worth me getting up and crawling down the hall to feed her, just to get up and do it again in 2 hours! I also made all my own baby food for Britt after giving Ash the jarred kind and finding, to this day, she still only likes baby food fruit and won’t hardly touch real fruit. We also made all of Takota’s and Taitym’s food. Nope, nothing wrong with that, at all! I do draw the line at cloth diapers though – you are way more of a woman than I am!!

  4. Jan Fairchild

    Kind of sounds like a Hallmark movie………

  5. This is Earth grandpa. Hmmm. Gardens. Chickens. Orchard. Bottle feeding calves at the house. Mid-wifing foals at the house….Wonder where you got it?

    • Thanks Earth Grandpa!! Now I know where to place the blame. :). Maybe we can give each other Birkenstocks in reusable gift sacks for Christmas! You have way more of a green thumb than I could ever hope to have. . .

  6. Love the way you write fellow twin momma :)!!!!!!!! We do cloth during the day and disposables at night (helps me feel like I won’t turn into a socks w/burkinstock wearing hippy LOL) I was laughing so hard at the mattress, SUV, mcd’s comment the twins stopped playing with their toys and stared at me. Sunflower, your seedlings are adorable.

    • Thanks Candice! I checked out your blog and love it! Our kids were born 2 days apart at almost the same gestational age–January 25 at 37 weeks, 3 days, only 5 days before their scheduled c-section at 38 weeks, 1 day! LOL at the idea of socks and Birkenstocks. , .ahh! We are continuing disposables at night, too. . .nothing can hold as much as those amazing, landfill-filling things!

  7. Roberta Turner

    Well, I have to admit that I had never heard the term “crunchy” before and glad you explained it to your poor Mama. I do remember the many discussions we had during your pregnancy while you were researching cloth diapers. I tried not to totally fall on the floor laughing (isn’t there some kind of acronym for that?) when you were SO serious about it…secretly, however, I was thinking, “ARE YOU CRAZY or what??” So, my dear little Sunflower…you are an amazing mother and I love reading your blog and good luck with the diapers! I will, however, make a stop at Target before I come to your house as I need to do my part contributing disposable diapers to the landfill and I don’t want to waste any time washing/drying/folding diapers…need every precious minute with my girls (ALL three of you).

    You were definitely an “attached” child, way before “attachment parenting” became a theory. It wasn’t, however, by choice…it was simply a matter of survival. Several nights of “reassuring” while you cried it out in your crib just like the experts said was too pitiful. Once you were in bed with your exhausted parents, you curled up with us and the cat…everyone slept fine from then on! Give my precious grandgirls a big hug from Mama B and tell them that I will be there in a little over a month!

  8. Melissa! I just discovered this amazing blog! I love it and can totally relate! I was the same way (almost) when I had Ally, but with twins I can’t imagine the Earth Mother instinct you must have. Also, remember you are now living among all those Colorado liberals, haha!
    Love, Aunt La

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