For years, I worked with a woman who eventually became one of my very close friends. She and I share way too much in common and it’s remarkable that I was able to foster such a friendship in the workplace. The one thing we do not have in common is what she calls “granola.” At least, that’s what she calls me and she’d be right for the most part. I denied it for a long time, saying I’m not “granola” just because I care about my carbon footprint. She swore up and down that I was a little beyond being socially conscious and bordered on crazed hippie. I only hid it so well because I wore fashionable clothing and didn’t wear patchouli. Whatever.
But what I’ve found out is I am pretty granola, but I’m certainly not your average crunchy, soap-making, non-shampooing hippie-sized naturalist. I love finely crafted, real leather shoes too much for that, which is a shame because if they could somehow make non-leather high heels that didn’t kill your feet at about the same cost, I’d go that route. But, they don’t. And I’ve tried to find them, wasted money on them, hated them.
Anyway, I thought I was pretty granola before having Nugget, but I’ve found a whole new level of crunchdom. I’m just glad The Man doesn’t make fun of me. A lot. He’s pretty much on board with my musings, which is nice. And, hey, he’s making his own granola now. Soon, you’ll be reading that he’s making his own cleaning products and canning fruit. Moving on. There’s a whole world of crunchy mamas out there that talk about making their own detergent, raising their own chickens for eggs, and how to reduce, reuse and recycle just about everything. And as much as I try to stay away, I just can’t. C’mon, let’s look at what we have work with…we wear Nugget as much as possible (I have 2 slings and a Beco…for him since he refused to don a “girly” sling), plan to breastfeed till she weans herself, drive a hybrid, eat organic/natural produce and meats, try not to eat processed foods and I’m warning you, we’re on the verge of cloth diapering.
The thought of how many disposable diapers we’ve already used in 4 months is harrowing and the modern cloth diapering basics aren’t as intimidating as they were about 10 years ago. Plus, they’re cute. All the research I’ve done indicates there’s no reason not to cloth diaper. It’ll be better for the planet, yes, but the money we’ll save is worth the initial investment especially when you take into account that most cloth diapers grow with baby into toddlerhood when they should start potty training. There’s even lingo! The mothers in Crunchdom, by the way, call their cloth diapered babies “fluff butts.” And any pictures of cloth diapered babies are, you guessed it, “fluff pics.”
I’m hoping it will be an easy transition for us once we figure out exactly which kind of cloth diaper to use. They actually have trial programs available for first-timers. Companies send you 1 of each of their most popular types for you to use at home for a trial period of, say, 30 days for a fee and you can keep whatever you want are refunded money (not store credit) for what you send back. Incentives include discounts, free shipping, etc. I’m telling you, a whole new world awaits me and this trial program idea only skims the surface. And even if we end up cloth diapering on a part-time basis that’ll still drive down our disposable diaper costs and reduce our carbon footprint a bit.
Should be interesting…