At some point between me getting pregnant and today, I must have completely lost my mind. I have developed a sick and seemingly incurable addiction to...diapers.
Yes - those things we put on Ezri to catch her "business." People have no idea how many options are out there for the cloth-minded parent these days. There are literally HOURS to be wasted on the internet reading about, looking at, and chatting about diapers with other diaper-crazed parents.
My sickness reached its height this week when, after a month of obsessively checking my email for updates, our CUSTOM order of 35 diapers arrived. These diapers are handmade by a work-at-home-mom and are currently quite the craze in the cloth diapering world. On a whim, I emailed her a month ago to see if she would do a custom order of 35 diapers - she agreed. In anticipation of our tax return and with the blessing of my extremely understanding albeit skeptical husband, I went ahead with the order.
Flash forward to this Thursday when we arrived home to see giant box on our porch. I screamed, handed Ezri off to Zach and ripped into the box to find what is probably the greatest thing I've seen since Ezri came screaming into the world...
The really fabulous thing is that these are in fact one-size diapers, which means they should fit Ezri until she potty trains - there, that justifies it.
Okay. I feel better now. Admitting you have a problem is the first step...
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