The Cult of Cloth Diapering has sent a representative into my life to convert me, and doggone it's working. Miriam is the proud owner of a big, soft, cd'd bottom. Even the very diaper she's wearing is Jo-made.
I am shamed whenever I toss a filth-soaked disposable into the trash, knowing that the landfills are full of them. The weather this winter, while mild and pleasant, has insipired much fear and guilt over the future of the planet and what will be left of it when my kids are my age.
So I'm going to give cding a go. How can I not? I'm going to start knitting again and dress Miriam in colorful soakers and silkscreened baby tees this summer. How cute will that be?