Crunchy, Hippie, Granola Momma

Emmeline in her very bulky cloth diaper.

I promise I'm not trying to win any awards. Or prove anything. I committed to using cloth diapers before Emmeline was born. Maybe I've been brainwashed by the Montessori world, or maybe by shows like 20/20 and Dateline. The idea of Emmeline's dirty diapers sitting in a landfill somewhere for 70 years while her poop runs into the groundwater horrifies me. However, it's absurdly difficult to fit cloth diapers on a newborn. And the cloth diapers I had here were all-in-ones, which are so bulky, that virtually no pants fit over them. My memories of the diapers provided by the ONLY diaper service around here were of a similarly large bulk. I was beginning to despair of ever getting her in cloth only to come across a bag of fitted diapers loaned to me by Erin. Grace had long since outgrown them, and I had borrowed them, then promptly forgot about them. Well, they fit beautifully! We've been trying them out in the evenings and weekends, and I LOVE them. I have just ordered enough online to cover her butt for a while. This does mean more laundry for me, and there's an argument to be made that I'm doing an equal amount of damage to the environment by using so much water....but I'll do it. It's not like a day goes by without me doing two loads of laundry anyway. And I will continue to use disposables, just much less frequently. I have to plug these diapers, because I think they're so great: Kissaluvs fitted diapers. They have 2 rows of snaps so you can use one size for a long time (between 10 and 25 pounds!). I ordered two different kinds of covers, so I'll see which kind work better. I'm pulling for the cheaper ones.

In developmental news, Em is trying SO HARD to roll from her back to her belly. She can get up on one side, and then hangs out there for a while before giving up. She's grasping at everything, chewing on anything she can get, and has lots of new noises.

Here is Emmeline, shocked at accidentally chewing on Daddy's finger. Ew.

See? Onto her side, but not quite all the way over. Someday.

She Cracks Me Up

School Days, School Days...

First things first:

Emmeline in her Easter finery. We had a great time with family, and at church. Please note the adorable shoes.

Now, onto more pressing matters. I am back at work, which means little miss is at school with me. Of course, I was dreading this: I know my baby best, and her schedule, her needs etc. I know the Nido teacher is good, and it's not that I don't trust her, just trust myself more. Also, I was worried about the pacifier thing: no pacifiers at school, and she's been falling asleep with one for a while. I have seen babies come into the Nido for 5 years now, and many of them have a really tough time with the transition.

Naturally, my fears were unfounded. Emmeline has done so well these past few days. She is staying awake longer, and has begun to put herself to sleep, sans pacifier, in the space of 5 minutes. Of course, she may have begun to do those things at home with me anyway. But I really think that the help of an objective third person has made this easier. I know babies cry, and I don't even mind my baby crying, but I do like to minimize it.

Hopefully things continue like this, at least for a little while as I get used to being back at work!

We've Got the Sniffles...

My poor little girl has her first cold. Somehow, she contracted it BEFORE starting school. Shawn and I can hear her on the monitor at night making beautiful music with her nose. That is, when we're not in her room snorking out her nose with that awesome blue bulb. Man, she LOVES that. I can't imagine being woken up by an inability to breathe only to have someone shove something plastic into my nose and forcibly drag snot out. What a way to spend an evening! Through it all though, she keeps smiling and playing. She hasn't acted sick at all, just coughing and sneezing and wheezing her day away. Of course, when I added the injustice of a few vaccinations to her day, she did hit the roof. And I don't blame her.

But I titled this post "We've" got the sniffles. No, Shawn and I are not sick. But I go back to work on Friday, and Em phases into the Nido tomorrow. WAAAAAAA!!! I am looking forward to being with my crazy little toddlers again, and I can't wait to have someone objective helping me out with Emmeline's napping issues, but I am shocked by how sad I am to think that somebody else will get to see all those post nap smiles, and hear her babbling all day. This is what (according to my research) 56% of mothers have to do. I know. Get over it. I will, but for now I'm shedding a little tear for the impossibly stupid laws that only allow a woman 12 weeks to take care of her infant before returning to work. As if 12 weeks could possibly be enough. Canadian mothers get 6 months, and most European moms get 1 year. And there are actually PACs here that claim that America is more family friendly than Europe. Get real.

There's Just Something About Babies in Hats

In a Pooh bear outfit her cousin sent her: Going for a walk on this beautiful day:

A Little Better, Maybe?

It seems we may have straightened Emmy's napping out a little. She's done very well the last four days, taking at least one big nap every day, and going down easier. She's also started putting herself to sleep at night in her big girl bed. Shawn and I tell her goodnight and leave, and she does the rest. Very exciting. Now, if we could help her stop rolling out of bed at 1:30 a.m.....

Insomniacs, Unite!

Sleep is kind of becoming a big issue at our house. I don't sleep at night, and my daughter doesn't sleep during the day. While I was pregnant, I prayed every day that this child would not inherit my sleeping habits. I prayed that the baby would sleep like Shawn. Well done, Sandi: Shawn can't nap. Is physically incapable of sleeping if the sun is out. Well, not in the morning, the guy can sleep in. Apparently, I failed to take that into account. So Emmeline doesn't like to nap. She'll fall asleep no problem, it's the STAYING asleep that is tough for her. Then there's me. I can sleep until she wakes me...then I'm up, my mind racing. Thinking of idiotic things like the lyrics to a theme song, or the name of someone in my high school French class. Things that clearly don't matter. Grrrr....

(Pic is after the farmer's market on Saturday)

In other news, the time has come to speak of other things. Of ships, and shoes and sealing wax, and cabbages and MY BABY MOVING INTO HER OWN ROOM! It is bittersweet, but she must move on. She is moving into her big girl bed full time starting tonight. I wanted her to be transitioned before I go back to work, and thanks to a kick in the pants from Erin, tonight's the night.