One of the coolest things about running Breezy Mama is that Chelsea and I are hip to the newest products on the market. Me, being a product junkie, especially loves this facet of the job. Here are a few great catches (for everyone in the family) that we’ve spotted in the last few weeks.
When my first born was a baby and the cold winter days were being replaced by warm spring ones, I dutifully went out and purchased a package of Huggies swim diapers. I clearly remember taking Kieran to the beach, pulling on the swim diaper, and quickly realizing that disposable swim diapers. . . suck. They really do–no nice way about it. First of all, I couldn’t tell which side was the front. Secondly, he instantly peed and it went all over me. Next, I tried to get it off, and I tugged and tugged and it barely budged. (This was before I learned the trick of just ripping the sides.) I didn’t even finish the package of diapers that summer. I detested swim diapers, and my son either wore a regular diaper (which would be an interesting science experiment–just how much water can those diapers hold??) or he went naked.
When he was 2 1/2, I signed him up for swim lessons at Waterbabies Swim School. Waterbabies employs a “no disposable” swim diaper policy, and though Kieran was potty training, [Read more…] about Why They’re Better: Non-Disposable Swim Diapers
So, cloth diapers aren’t really my thing. And they aren’t Chelsea’s either. In fact, when she came home from the ABC show ten months ago and told me she was going to do a story on cloth diapers, I thought she was just trying to make me laugh. But no, she was going to do it. And here we are, ten months later, and you dedicated readers probably know that you’ve never seen a story on cloth diapers. Chelsea came to her senses, realized she wasn’t a cloth diaper person, and asked me to do it. I laughed. A few weeks would go by and she’d ask me to do it, I would laugh. This continued for some time until I finally said, “Oh the heck with it” and grabbed her big diaper pail bag of samples. And, then, it has sat in my office (otherwise known as my bedroom) until a few weeks ago, when I reached into my daughter’s changing table and realized I was out of diapers. “No time like the present!” I thought to myself, and thus, the story came to fruition. –Alex