My latest buy? Three itti bitti tuttos. Not one, but three. Yup. You read that correctly. Now, do I really need these diapers? Nope. Is my baby just going to waste away without these adorable minky things? Nope. Should I be spending money on more diapers? Not even close. And yet here I am, snatching them up because they are super on sale, and because I've been dying to try them.
I used to buy clothes and stuff for myself like this. It is a sickness, I'm telling you. But now, when my stomach is still flabby and I'm in between sizes, where's the fun in buying clothes for myself? And baby clothes, while I still buy waaaaaay to many adorable outfits for E, only fit for so long and then you have to pack them away to be worn by another baby someday. It's sad! So I buy diapers. She'll wear them for a couple of years, and then baby #2, 3, 4, 5, 6 (ok, there's no way I'm having 6 babies, but you get the picture here) can also wear the cuteness.
Oh who am I kidding? Baby #2 is going to come along, and I will say "Oh he/she needs some new fluffy diapers of their own!" Pretty soon I won't have room to store anything in Eisley's room but diapers.
Ok, so maybe I am exaggerating here, but not by too much.
Why are cloth diapers so stinkin easy to get hooked on? My baby poops and pees in them. It's not like the cute factor suddenly makes her poop smell like roses or anything. But I guess it does make a task that every mom does so many times a day for so many years a little more fun, and a little bit less of a chore. I guess that really is what it boils down to. And as a photographer and artist, and just general lover of beauty, why not make that part of my day a little more aesthetically pleasing?
Plus, there is just nothing cuter than my smiling daughter in a bright, cheery, adorably fluffy diaper.
So, all you other cloth addicts feel free to go around the room and introduce yourself. The first meeting of cloth diaper addicts anonymous is in session. I won't judge. My name is Copper, and I am a cloth diaper addict.