Ah goodie, you say. More on breastfeeding.

I know, I'm an annoying, one track mind, "crazy Mom's club", breastfeeding crusader. Don't like it, don't read, but I hope you do.

My great grandma Alice was the epitome of motherhood. When I asked my grandmother if Grandma Alice breastfed them she replied: "Grandma was very active in the community and back then breastfeeding was unfashionable and was seen as something only poor people did." To me, that kind of tells you something about how we got where we are now in terms of attitudes toward breastfeeding. I truly believe that the practice of tenting a nursing child was originally developed to accommodate that sentiment, and is now upheld due to our lack of understanding of its origination and misinterpretation of human decency.

Cloth Diapering

Stay tuned, I plan to soon make a detailed post with pictures on my cloth diapering adventures. I've almost got a complete varied sampling, so when I feel I've evaluated all as best I can I'll come up with some criteria for review and post my thoughts.

No pain, no gain.

I have a mini nervous breakdown where I just want to hide and cry like 16x a day, and I'm not kidding. Nothing, and I mean nothing, is mine anymore. Not eating, not crapping, not showering, nothing. But oh my gosh, ugh, does my heart gush with pure joy and love 10,000x the magnitude of my sacrifice and frustration. There is not a more sound investment to make in your life. You have to be willing to throw all your chips on the table for your kids, but the return to investment ratio is staggering. You can't get more bang for your buck, so to speak, doing anything else. It's criminal how wonderful your children will make your life.