some days are...poopy

Today I'm feeling a little anxious...terrified, if we're being honest. {Which I try to be.} Today is Day 1 of cloth diapering. Cloth diapering?! Who does that?? Why would I be crazy enough to shrug off the cleanliness (well kind of) and convenience of disposables? Umm. Because remember this one time I had TWO babies at the SAME TIME? And these two little bums are in almost constant need of a diaper change. Hello, expensive. {Also, it's good for the earth.}  So here we go.

Update #1: So far, so good. And these cloth diapers are so stinkin' adorable. Stinking adorable. Har. {It's easy to crack yourself up when you're home all day with two little people who think it's the most hilarious thing in the world when you stick out your tongue.}

Update #2: My once a week pooper WOULD choose today to be her poop day. And, wow, you should have seen the faces she was making during the...ummm...process. It's like she KNOWS. Oh. My. Goodness. These babes might be witness to a mama meltdown the likes of which they've never seen. Better get on it.

Update #3: It wasn't that bad. No meltdown necessary. Don't get me wrong, if my once-a-weeker were more predictable you better believe I'd be slapping a Pamper on that sweet tush on her 'poop day.'  But, alas, babies are the opposite of predictable. They are crazy. Crazy babies.