Now that no one in the household is using the many cloth diapers we have on hand . . .
Including this dapper gentleman, who I swear to God was not preparing to attend a polo match or a garden party or whatever. Unless you count planting seeds to be a garden party, which I suppose some people might. Including me.
It was time to get them ready for their next soiler. That is, the baby currently in residence in my torso. So I stripped the diapers* and hung them out in the glaringly hot sun for some solar disinfectant.
I kind of love the sight of diapers on a clothesline, but I also kind of love that I am not required to wash and hang them out there every day. Which I will be in, oh, a couple of months. Downer.
I also received two enormous bags of baby clothes from my friend Alyssa today. You may remember she has two little boys herself and I think has no plans for any more, so she was very happy to do some de-cluttering and send a bunch of stuff my way. Plus, some of it is stuff that I gave her when her younger son was born.
It's all a big circle of tiny blue plaid shirts and footie p.j.'s, you see.
Now we just have to do some intensive furniture moving, get Cubby settled in his new bedroom, haul out our own enormous container of baby clothes, make sure I have nursing things, find the infant carseat . . .
Less than two months. GOGOGO.
* This is something that needs to be done with cloth diapers occasionally, but I am not going into detail here because I am not one of those people who gets a charge out of the Great Diaper Discussions. If you have ever seen a parenting message board on which someone has asked a question about diapers and the FIVE MILLION VERY PASSIONATE responses generated by such a question, you will know what I mean.