It was her idea

If I try to be a super-eco-freak by refusing to put the little Bean in disposable diapers when we head to the Big City for the day, it means I still have to wrap the wet cloth diapers in a plastic grocery bag until we return home.

If everyone (ahem) in this house used re-usable shopping bags, there would not be any plastic grocery bags multiplying in the cupboard.

If there were no plastic grocery bags in the house, I would use an empty Cheerios bag because if there is a way I will find it.

If the previously mentioned wadded up plastic grocery bag containing wet cloth diapers is on the floor of the car, the Bean's Daddy will throw it in the trash when we stop at a gas station in the Big City.

If cloth diapers end up in the trash, I wonder why the heck I even try.

If the pile of cloth diapers remaining at home is worryingly small, it won't matter because the eighteen month old little Bean will suddenly decide she is a big BIG girl.


{I can't get enough of her wispy hair}

If she proudly shows everyone in the house her pee in the potty chair, I become deaf from the roar of the cheering crowd.

If she makes it an entire two weeks with very few daytime wet diapers, I start to wonder if this isn't possibly, unbelievably, the very real deal.