Jul
01
2012I just did it.
I sold all of my Bum Genius 3.0s on Craigslist.
There’s two years of love on those diapers and they all needed new Velcro. So as the girls began to potty train, I began to pull off the Velcro on the BG’s with the intention of sending them in to get snaps put on them.
Aerie was still in cloth diapers, Bronwyn was in underwear, and Sedryn was wearing a disposable/cloth combo platter. I called Julia while at Babies R Us and asked her if the size medium gDiaper would fit the girls as “naptime” pants so I could send the BG’s in to get resnapped. She said no. But she would gladly send me a supply of size Medium gDiapers for the boy to wear in the meantime.
For three months I hated them. I was trying to use my BG inserts and they just didn’t fit right. All I had was leaks, leaks, and more leaks.
Then Angela gave me a stack of newborn sized prefolds and on a whim one day I stuffed that into my gDiaper cover.
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| gDiapers aren’t nearly as bulky as BGs! |
It was love at first stuff… or something. The cotton prefold mean he hasn’t had a single diaper rash and if I ever needed more, they’re super cheap! It also meant I didn’t have to carry a huge diaper bag just to fit 3 ginormous pocket diapers if I wanted to be out for more than 4 hours. I could simply stuff a couple cotton prefolds in a purse along with an extra gPant in case of poop.
So I sold my BGs on Craigslist. And I’m ordering a set of size Large gDiaper with the proceeds.
And I couldn’t be happier with the decision.
Neither could this handsome gDiaper boy 🙂
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| (Don’t be jealous… that hair just keeps getting cooler!) |
Jun
28
2012
Be prepared to have to mop up a ton of water… but these girls couldn’t wait until I filled the bucket again to wash the next window! The downside is that I had to do the top :-p But the three of us washed windows for nearly an hour with not a peep of complaint.
Someone please tell me: at what age do ‘chores’ become a chore? They just love helping out… especially if there is water involved 🙂
Jun
26
2012I’m thinking about our sweet Delsys today.
Did you know that most families in extreme poverty live on less than $1.25 a day? Could you live on that? Give it a try: https://www.live58.org/survive125/
I only survived 19 days out of a month. I made simple choices to keep my children in school and to keep my daughter from working in a place where rumors were flying about sex trafficking. I was sexually assaulted walking home from work. And I ran out of money and food in 19 days.
19 Days out of 30.
Oh, sisters (and the rare brother who stops my blog home), this makes me cry. I’m not very tender-hearted. I don’t have the spiritual gift of mercy. So crying over something not directly related to my life doesn’t happen very often.
There are two beautiful letters on my wall from a sweet 5 year old girl named Dalsys who lives in El Salvador. Two letters from a girl in poverty. A girl who we invited into our family with just $38 a month to give her. She will go to school. She will have dreams. She will be able to pursue some of them. For just $38 a month.
A friend wrote this thought provoking post a few weeks ago on defending our daughters from sexual abuse. Would I do everything in my power to prevent and stop such abuse? Yes, up to and including laying down my own body or life for those precious little girls.
But these children and women in poverty, aren’t they our sisters and Christ’s daughters as well?
Does $38 a month stretch us? Yes, some months it does. But other seasons, like now, not so much. Can you join me in giving up a coffee or two a week and sponsor another child? To fight poverty. To help a mom prevent having to make the choice between sending her daughter to work at a place known to sell girls in sex trafficking or letting that same daughter go hungry?
Please. Sponsor a Child. The blessing of having Dalsys in our life is way larger than those $38 could ever be if they stayed here in our home.
Jun
25
2012The Summer Days are passing quickly now. Trips to the pool. Visits at friend’s houses with sprinklers. Late nights full of light. Illness. A baby who thinks he’s hysterical. Toddler girls climbing 6+ feet in a tree (does that make them preschoolers? They’re still not 3 yet!)
And yet, still, I feel a void. A void perhaps filled to the brim with the gifts but often empty of the Giver.
Isn’t that how it goes sometimes? We get so caught up in living in the blessing, that we forget the Giver.
For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who by their unrighteousness suppress the truth. For what can be known about God is plain to them, because God has shown it to them. For his invisible attributes, namely, his eteranl power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made. So they are without excuse. For although they knew God, they did not honor Him as God or give thanks to him, but they became futile in their thinking, and their foolish hearts were darkened. Claiming ot be wise, they became fools, and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for image resembling mortal man and birds and animals and creeping things. Romans 1:18-22 (emphasis mine)
Just feeling the need for so much growth in this area right now. Of loving the Giver more than the gift.
3378. Pool Night with the girls
3379. Teaching the girls to put their legs all the way back and reach and pull
3380 Aeralind’s fearless step jumping
3381. Derek’s patience with me and teeathing sick Sedryn
3382. Cuddling late with a feverish Bronwyn
3383. Seeing Colleen after 6 years
3384. Colleen laughing and saying I was the same Missy “crazy and with giant hand gestures.”
3385. Squeals at the sprinklers
3386. Fun morning in Karen’s yard
