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Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Sitting on babies

I never thought I'd be one of "those" moms, but I totally am.  If I never had to leave Gibson, I would be completely happy about it.  Before I had him, I definitely thought that we would just hire babysitters all the time and go gallivanting around town doing all sorts of fun things.  Ehhhh...not so much.

Confession: we haven't been on a date since Gibson was born.

I KNOW.  We get plenty of time together in the evenings since Gibson goes to bed early, but since we just moved and didn't know anyone around here, it was really hard to find someone to babysit.  Stop judging.

But this weekend we went out of town without Gibson!  I was pretty proud of myself.  And I only Facetimed him four times, I think...and that was exercising restraint!  I also watched the videos my parents sent me many, many times.  Like 30 times.

In case you were wondering, we went to a John Mayer concert and it was SO good.  Also, all the drunk girls REALLY love John Mayer.  Because he wrote every song about them.  And he's in love with them, DUH!

It was a super fun weekend, but I was SO happy to see my baby at the end of it.  Except Gibson was only happy to see his daddy, because he loves him best.  Sad face.  And then he was happy to see the fire in the fireplace at McDonald's and didn't care about his parents in the least.  Mean kid.

And then last night he had more babysitters!  But not for a date night, unfortunately.  I had a choir rehearsal and Danny had a pep band thing, so a couple from our church came over to sit on Gibson.  They watched Bubble Guppies and drummed and put him to bed...Gibson's perfect night!  Except for the bed part.  Sleep is not his favorite thing anymore.

So anyway, this post has no meaning except to say that Gibson has had some babysitters recently.  Ta daaaaaa!

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Sweet boy, stinky dog.

Gibson's sleep regression has not gone away, quite unfortunately.  He still wakes up around 3:00 and again at 6:00 to eat, and then sleeps until 7:00 or so.

Last night when he woke up at 2:45 I decided to try and get him back to sleep without a bottle.  So I rocked him for a couple of minutes and he fell asleep in my arms.  And I just stayed there for awhile because it was the best.

It was such a nice quiet moment with my boy.  He's getting so big, and usually he fights snuggles, but in the middle of the night he just snuggled in and slept on me.

I kind of hope that he wakes up again tonight so I can snuggle him!

...except not really.  I REALLY want him to just sleep through the night again, but since that likely won't happen, I'll be happy to snuggle him.  Sweet boy.

Also, the dog pulled a poopy diaper onto the floor, where I stepped in it with my bare foot.  And she has dried poop on her collar and neck hair, which I'm choosing to ignore until her daddy comes home.

Life is beautiful in our house, let me tell you.

Monday, November 18, 2013

I like big butts: Whatcha gonna do with all that fluff?

So you've decided to try cloth diapers!  I knew you would!  I'm obviously so persuasive.

Now that you have some brand new diapers, what do you do with them?  Let's talk about prepping and storing your cloth diapers!  Yay!

When you receive your super adorable diapers, you can't just put them on your baby...they need to be prepped first, which is very unfortunate if you're like me and DON'T WANT TO WAIT.  But you must.

Diaper covers, pocket diapers, synthetic AIO diapers, and microfiber inserts need to be washed with detergent and dried once before they can be used.  This basically gets all of the manufacturing chemicals off the diapers.

Natural fibers are a bit harder.  They naturally have oils in them that need to be removed before they reach their full absorbency, which kind of sucks.  Because you have to wash and dry them SO MANY TIMES before they can be used.  Boooo.  But they absorb more than microfiber, so there you go.  I usually try to wash my natural fibers at least three times before I use them, but some people recommend that you wash them five or more times.

Seriously.  Three times is enough for me.

Now that your diapers are prepped, you need to figure out the best storage system for your family.  I'll show you what we do, but it may not work for you!  It takes some trial and error, but once you find a good flow you'll know it!  Here's what our diaper storage looks like:

Super fancy, right?  The dresser is full of clothes, but the cubbies to the right have diapers.  In each cube is:

Top left: Flip Stay-dry inserts
Top right: Flip covers
Middle left: Microfiber and bamboo/microfiber pocket inserts
Middle right: Pocket diapers
Bottom left: Natural fiber inserts (flour sack towels, fitted diapers, overnight prefolds)
Bottom right: Wet bags, pail liners

Some people stuff their pocket diapers after washing so they're ready to go, but we stuff the diapers as we need them.  I find that I put different amounts of absorbency in Gibson's diapers depending on whether we'll be leaving the house or staying home, so I prefer to stuff as I go.

The tiny trashcan on top of the cubbies is for wipes, since we use disposable wipes.  We also keep the coconut oil and wipes there.

I'm part of a couple cloth diapering groups on Facebook (NERD ALERT), and there are some people with GORGEOUS diaper storage.  I mean, it's a thing of beauty.  If you image search "cloth diaper organization," you'll come across beautiful open shelves of perfectly folded diapers.  I imagine that those diapers only look so beautiful when someone is taking photos of them; I don't have time to fold each diaper and put them in color order on a shelf!  That's why my diapers are shut away; they look beautiful on Gibson's butt, but I don't feel like making them beautiful all the time!

Those of you who cloth diaper, what is your storage system like?  Do you keep your diapers folded meticulously like a crazy person, or are your diapers crumpled in a laundry basket like a normal one?

...not that you're crazy if your diaper storage looks beautiful all the time.  But you might be, I'm just saying.

Did you miss the other posts about cloth diapers?  Well, you're in luck!  Click on these links and you can read them RIGHT NOW!

Part 1: FAQ
Part 2: Types of diapers
Part 3: Inserts
Part 4: Washing your diapers

Friday, November 15, 2013

Domestic goddess.

So, you know how I'm a domestic goddess?  
...oh, you didn't know that about me?  Well, I'm a domestic goddess.  It's true.

Anyway.  Recently I've been a SUPER domestic goddess, at least when it comes to cooking.  Who cares about having a clean house if you have delicious things to eat?  NOT ME.  I also don't care about having a clean house when I have nasty McDonalds to eat, so there you go.

But my house is clean right now because we have friends coming over this weekend!  Hooray!

Anyway.  I really love to bake and cook.  The problem is, my squishy belly does not like it when I bake.  And I can't always be relied on to thaw meat in time to make it for dinner.  BUT RECENTLY.  I've been good at it.  So here are three recipes that I've made recently in case you want to try out being a domestic goddess, too!

We had a church carry-in two weeks ago, and I made a snickerdoodle cake with brown sugar cinnamon buttercream frosting.  THERE WERE 4.5 STICKS OF BUTTER IN THE FROSTING.  This cake was no joke.  You can find the recipe >here<.  I couldn't find superfine sugar at Walmart, so I got the superugly granulated kind.  And I'm never patient enough to soften my butter all the way.  It was kind of dry, but SUPER delicious.  Here's a picture of it all the way finished, and a picture of it almost all the way gone!

I mentioned that we have friends coming into town this weekend.  And I was telling the truth!  We really do!  And so I had to make special things, of course...so last night I put together a pasta casserole for tonight and some COOKIES.  

I made the Two Timin' Pasta that you can find >here<, and tweaked the recipe just a little.  I added a pound of ground turkey and about a cup of cottage cheese.  I'm going to bake it tonight, but I've made it before...so good.  SO GOOD.  And it's super easy!

And now for the cookies.  These are literally the best cookies of my life.  I found the recipe on allrecipes.com (you can find it >here<), and I've made it more times than I can count.  I generally double the recipe, because who doesn't want literally a million amazing cookies?  The key to getting these cookies super perfect is to take them out when the bottom is *barely* brown and the tops are super gooey and look like they aren't done at all.  That takes between 6-7 minutes, in my experience.  I let it sit on the cookie sheet for another 5 minutes or so, and then transfer them (carefully!) to a cooling rack.  And they. are. the. best.  Super chewy, and SO yummy.

And I ate some for lunch.  Because Gibson is having an awful day with lots of screaming, and sometimes mommy needs cookies, ALRIGHT?

Now you should all go cook the food and eat it and then bow down to Erin the domestic goddess!  

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Rabbit hunting

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Before I had Gibson, there were a lot of things that I assumed I would never do.  Like, I would never let him watch television.  And I would never feed him formula.  But then one day I realized that "Bubble Guppies" makes him stop screaming when nothing else will.  And he was starving, so formula it was!  The Justin Bieber song is right.  Never say never.  You're so wise, J Biebz.

One thing that I wasn't going to do as a parent was to tiptoe around while the baby was sleeping.  "My baby will learn to sleep through vacuuming, dogs barking, and loud music!" I thought to myself as I counted my enormous stacks of money and put on clothes that fit me perfectly.

Haaaaahahaha.  Ha.  Ha.

Sleep is SACRED in the Spit Up house.  No, we don't necessarily tiptoe around the house and speak in whispers while Gibson is asleep, but there's no way on earth I'm going to waltz into his room (or even down the hallway past his room) with a vacuum during nap time.  That would be STUPID, pre-baby Erin!

Gibson is really a pretty great sleeper, all things considered.  Before this horrific sleep regression we were getting 12 uninterrupted hours of sleep every night, and it was amazing.  Even during this regression, we get more sleep than a lot of people do.  We're lucky.  But I'm not about to start testing my luck!  If he goes down for a nap easily, I'll do anything to keep him asleep.

...except medicate him.  That would be wrong, of course.

So there you go.  I stay as quiet as possible during naps, even though I told myself I would live like normal while Gibson was sleeping.  I value his nap times...that's when I eat.  And do the dishes.  And blog, usually.  Except I'm blogging right now and there's a chunky baby with a big yellow diaper rolling around on the floor trying to unplug the computer and chewing on his daddy's shoes.  I'm not predictable!  I like to mix things up sometimes!

And now that I've done my blogging, I can do something super fun during Gibson's next nap!  Something very, very quiet.  Like rabbit hunting.

Monday, November 11, 2013


Gibson has started a fun new thing where he throws a tantrum every time he doesn't get what he wants.  Which is most of the time, because what he wants is usually dangerous, like the laptop cord.  Or the extensive crossbow collection I keep next to his toy basket.

Sometimes his attention can be diverted to something else, but most of the time Gibson is single-minded about getting the thing that he shouldn't have.  Let's look at some recent examples:

Gibson is laying on the floor and mom is trying to change his diaper.  He discovers that he can reach the dirty diaper if he rolls over.  Mom asks him to lay on his back and stop touching the dirty diaper.  TANTRUM.

Mom is holding her pretty phone.  Gibson tries to eat it, and mom says no.  She gives him a toy instead.  TANTRUM.

Gibson notices that the laptop cord looks very enticing today.  He rolls over to it and tries to grab it.  Dad picks Gibson up and puts him by the toy basket so he can play with appropriate toys.  TANTRUM.

Ellie moves her tail so that Gibson can no longer pull it.  TANTRUM.

Mom doesn't allow Gibson to chew on the poopy wipe that was taken out of the trash can by the smelly dog.  TANTRUM.

...do you see a pattern?  Mom/dad/Ellie are MEAN, and Gibson has a TANTRUM.  His life is awful, basically, and he never gets to do what he wants to do.  Like eat poopy wipes.

Babies are gross sometimes.

Would you like to see some photos of tantrums in action?  Because our eight month photo shoot was basically one big tantrum.

But he's so cute when he's throwing a tantrum, right?  And at least they don't last very long.  And just so you know that he's capable of not crying, here's a photo from the two minutes he wasn't throwing a fit:

So precious.  I love him.  Even when he's throwing a fit about not getting what he wants...I'm sure there's much more of that to come in the years ahead!

Also, if you're a fan of How I Met Your Mother, you probably remember the episode where Ted and Marshall drive to Chicago to eat at the gross pizza place and they drink a super-caffeinated drink called "Tantrum."  Because it's a good episode.

Tantrum gives Marshall super strength, so he can rip a phone book in half.  And it made Ted colorblind.  TANTRUM!

So anyway, that has nothing to do with this post.  But I kept yelling, "TANTRUM!" while I wrote it and I thought it was super funny.  The end.

P.S.  I typed it too many times, and now the word "tantrum" has lost all meaning for me.  Seriously.  What does it even mean?  Is that even how it's spelled?  I'm losing my mind!

P.P.S.  This reminds me of the Dr. Seuss book "Great Day for Up."  By the end of that book the word "up" looks SO WEIRD to me.  In case you wondered.

Friday, November 8, 2013

Gibson has aged another month!

Can you even believe that my big boy is eight months old?  It's crazy!  Gibson weighs 21.5 pounds and is 28.5" long...he finally had a growth spurt!

This month has been so much fun.  Gibson has so many new skills and quirks, and I love it!  He now has three teeth (almost four), and still cannot crawl.  He seriously wants to, and he's making headway, but I have a feeling it'll be awhile before he actually gets his Buddha belly off the ground.

Right now he is licking the carpet.  So smart.

While it's been a fun month, Gibson also had an awful sleep regression/growth spurt/teething/something that made us all very very miserable.  So that wasn't super fun.  And it's probably not over, which is also not super fun.

My favorite of Gibson's new things is the constant babbling!  He used to mostly just babble a little when he was angry, but now it's constant.  He says "Lalalalalala" and "Wawawawa" and my favorite: "Mama."  Ohhhh it's so wonderful.  We've gotten a couple of "Dada"s, but nothing super consistent.  Haha Danny!  He loves me best!

Although he can't crawl, Gibson is way more mobile than he used to be.  He can roll all the way across a room really quickly, and he can inch forward on his face when he needs to reach something.  It's really very strange.

He looks for Ellie if you ask him where she is...adorable.  And he has been waving recently, but only when he wants to.  He waved at me when I went and got him out of his crib yesterday morning...love love love.

And now he's chewing on a dog toy.

...now he's chewing on a plastic coffee mug.  This whole mobile (ish) child thing isn't a whole lot of fun sometimes.  Mommy just needs to write a blog post, child!  Calm down!

Per usual, here is Gibson's list:

Gibson loves:
-Dancing and singing to music.  He rocks back and forth and yells loudly when music is playing.  My favorite time he does this is at church during worship...seriously cute.
-Rolling over.  He likes to roll onto his belly when he's eating a bottle, and then gets confused as to why nothing is getting into his mouth.  And then he screams.
-Ellie.  No surprise there, right?
-Ellie's toys
-His daddy
-Silverware.  This is pretty troublesome at restaurants.

Now he's chewing on a mixing bowl.  I'm not making this up.  He really is.  And now his head is inside of it.  Crazy kid.

Gibson hates:
-Teething.  Mommy and daddy hate it, too.  SO MUCH.
-When things are in his way when he's rolling.
-Having his nose wiped.  Which sucks, because he has a cold and there's SO MUCH SNOT in there.

Ta da!  Such a good list.

*Sidenote: the reason there are so many things on the floor for Gibson to chew on is because his mommy has a fever and feels like poops and doesn't feel like cleaning right now.  And his daddy was busy taking care of him and his mommy all day and also didn't get any cleaning done.  Ohhh well.

*Sidesidenote: Seeing as I have a fever and crazy headache, no 8-month photos have been taken yet.  I'm hoping this awful fever doesn't come back so I can feel up to it tomorrow.


Tuesday, November 5, 2013

I like big butts: You're putting that poop WHERE?

Now that we've talked about the fun part of cloth diapering (the diapers), let's talk about the not-so-fun part.  Washing them.

The poopy diapers.

In your beautiful, sparkling washing machine.

I KNOW.  It seems weird.  But I promise it's not!

First of all, let's talk about storing dirty diapers.  What I do won't necessarily work for you, and what you do may not work for me.  But we're still going to talk about it.

When I was pregnant with Gibson I did massive amounts of research regarding how to store dirty diapers.  They make pails specifically for cloth diapers, but they seemed awfully expensive for basically just a trash can, so I looked into other options.  We ended up with an 8-gallon step can and some Planet Wise pail liners (you can buy them here).  Easy and inexpensive!  We also bought a few wet bags.  This one is my favorite; I can keep clean diapers in the outside pocket and put dirty ones in the actual wet bag.  These keep bodily fluids (and solids) from getting on things in your diaper bag.  Nice!

I should mention that we always spray off poopy diapers before putting them in the diaper pail.  Unless your baby is exclusively breastfed, the poop needs to be rinsed off before being washed.

At first, we kept the lid on the dirty diaper pail...I mean, you need the lid to keep smells from getting out, right?  WRONG.  Keeping the lid on actually created more nasty smells...when all that urine is kept in a pail with no oxygen, ammonia is created and it smells awful.  So now we keep the pail open on top and we get far fewer smells.  Thank goodness!

So now the pail is full, and it's time to wash your diapers!  Again, there are many different ways to wash diapers.  Not every process works for every person, but this is just an explanation of my process.

I take the pail liner out of the diaper pail and lug it down the stairs to my laundry room.  I then empty the liner into the washer, making sure to balance the load (otherwise my washer HATES ME), and I throw the pail liner in on top.  It's a good idea to have two pail liners so you can always have one clean.

I start with a cold rinse with no detergent.  This helps get the yuckies off the diapers.  After that is finished, I do a warm or hot wash (depending on what I feel like doing) with original Tide powder.  I used to use cloth diaper specific detergents, and they never worked for me; I had awful ammonia smell, and it just didn't seem like they were getting clean.  Since switching to real detergent everything is hunky dory!  When choosing a detergent, you really just need to find something without any synthetic fabric softeners.  Whatever works for your clothes will generally work for your diapers.

When washing my diapers, I use the same amount of detergent and water that I would for a similar-sized load of clothing.  Many cloth diaper manufacturers will recommend that you use something like two tablespoons of cloth diaper-safe detergents ONLY.  But that definitely didn't get my diapers clean.  If I got poop on my normal clothes I would use more than two tablespoons of detergent to clean them, so I'm definitely going to use more than that on my diapers!  It works for me, but some people have success using very little detergent.  Again, whatever works for you is fine!

After I wash the diapers, I rinse them one more time just to make sure there's not a ton of detergent left to irritate Gibson's sensitive tushie.  Then it's time to dry!  I generally line dry all my covers and pocket diapers and put the inserts in the dryer.  Some people dry everything in the dryer, and some people line dry everything.  If you're going to throw your covers, pocket diapers, and AIO diapers in the dryer, though, make sure you don't stretch the elastic while it's hot.  Just wait until it's cool and it should be fine!

So there you go!  My wash routine!  I do a bleach soak every once in awhile to get rid of yuckies, but it's not something I do every time I wash my diapers.  You can use bleach on the PUL fabric of the covers, pockets, and AIO diapers and it will not fade it or anything.  If you have stains on your diapers, the best way to get rid of them is to put them in the sun while they're damp.

Oh, and my washing machine does not smell like poop in the slightest, I promise.  And neither do the clothes I wash in the washing machine.  Or the diapers.  Nothing in my house smells like poop!

...except the dog's mouth.  But we won't get into that.
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Saturday, November 2, 2013

Saturday randoms

We still have no teeth.  We have a hole where a tooth will appear, but we have no teeth.


Not only do we not have any teeth, we do have an uncontrollably grumpy baby.


BUT.  He's so ridiculously cute.  And he's been crying with his mouth closed because his gums hurt, which is super pathetic and also really cute.  And he said "mama" when I was coming toward him to pick him up...even if that was a coincidence, I LOVE IT.

And we took pictures last night (of course), and I LOVE FALL.  Seriously, it's the most beautiful season in the world.



And we have a carry-in at church tomorrow, so I'm going to make a cake!  This cake, to be exact.  I may drool all over it, and then I get to eat all of it, right?  NOM NOM CAKE.

Friday, November 1, 2013

Pass the caffeine

Remember in this post where I said we were in teething hell?


That is exactly what Danny and I looked like all night last night.  Crying hysterically.  Because the tiniest human in our house Would. Not. Sleep.

He went down at 7:00, and was awake at 9:15, 1:30, 3:00, 4:15, and 6:00.  And he wasn't just awake...he was screaming.  And wouldn't stop screaming no matter what we tried...so we ended up feeding him most of those times, which was the only thing on this planet that would put him back to sleep.

So I'm pretty sure we're looking at a teething/growth spurt combo here, which, if it were food, would be the worst combo at the grossest fast food restaurant in the world.  It's AWFUL.  He's grown an inch in the last two or three weeks, and I'm sure he's beefed up...I mean, he's eating all night and all day.

One of his upper central incisors is literally peeking at me from behind the thinnest stretch of gums you can imagine; if it hasn't cut through by the time Gibson wakes up for the day I will CRY.  I probably actually will.

Also, we tried bringing him to our bed to sleep, but our kid refuses to sleep if he's in our bed.  Our bed means either play time or scream time.  Last night was a combination...first he was happy as a clam and wanted to play with my hair (ouch), and then he wanted to look at the pretty flowers on the wall, and then he wanted to honk Danny's nose.  And then he wanted to scream bloody murder.  What happened to the sweet tiny newborn who would sleep next to me when he was sad?

And now my teething tyrant is awake.

Can someone pass the caffeine?