I've been bugged by Jenn and others to write posts on the blog for a long time, but I didn't want to have to figure out what to write about while staying somewhat on topic. So the obvious solution was to write about random things in the warehouse. Warehouse roulette! To make it fun and very random, I put all of the warehouse locations in a box, mixed it up and drew a location.
If you’re new my little series of blog posts, hi! Welcome to my little slice of the world. It’s an odd little place with orange shag carpet on the ceiling and a comfy couch. Sometimes I go down the yellow brick road, and other times I bounce along a Jello trampoline river. This post is going to be a little of both.
I am scheduled to post my Warehouse Roulette posts on Thursdays and some of you probably (hopefully someone) noticed I didn’t post one last week. It was a really rough week because of an unexpected death in the family. My cousin’s husband died from Meningitis after going to the hospital for a chemo treatment. He’s been fighting Leukemia for the last couple of years and was getting the upper hand. He was doing really well lately - he looked good, was out trout fishing, had a party for his five year old the weekend before, etc. He became unresponsive during the treatment and before the doctors realized what was happening, it was too late. He was only 31. That’s just not right and it’s still hard to process. All of us cousins are close in age and our kids are all about the same age too. It just breaks your heart to see so many young kids/young people having to process loosing a dad/uncle/friend they love. He was genuinely a good guy and one of the nicest people you’d ever meet. Our hearts go out to you Angie, Aubrey and Alison. We’ll miss you Jarrod.
I almost missed this weeks’ post (it’s still Thursday somewhere, right?) because we are in Ft. Lauderdale Florida for the She Streams conference. Jenn is one of the keynote speakers (w00t!) and since it’s Florida, in April, we brought the kids along to play at the beach. Speaking of which, never tell a three year old they are going to the beach a week (or more) in advance. They don’t understand the concept of next week. In their little coconut, you said we are leaving now to go to the beach, right now. wah wah wah going to the beach wah wah wah wah. Elsie was so excited, she had to put on her new swimsuit and slept in it that night. How we managed to get to kiddo number three and not experience this phenomenon is beyond me. Apparently we aren’t the only ones who have gone through this. What amusing horror stories of little one repetitive begging because-we-told them-too-early do you have? Are we gong to the beach today?
So what did I draw? Bummis prefolds.
Off to the beach! See ya next week!
Well. Ok. I’ll expand on it a little more before getting distracted again by the cool breeze. For those who are not diaper ninjas, prefolds are what most people think of when you say “cloth diapers”. They are the multi-layer cotton rectangles grandma used with rubber pants and scary pins. Bummis prefolds are Indian prefolds. Indian prefolds are made in Pakistan, like Chinese prefolds are made in China. Makes sense, right? Exactly. There are two different types of prefolds out there: Chinese and Indian. There is a handy comparison chart on Cotton Babies to explain the pros and cons, but basically Indian prefolds are more “gauzy” and feel softer off the shelf, while Chinese prefolds take a few wash cycles to soften up, but they are both built like tanks. They are both incredibly absorbent and with the right cover, contain all the messes you sphincter control challenged little one launches at it (see, I worked the title in). You can use prefolds for multiple kids and keep using them long after your kiddos are out of diapers. They are great for polishing cars, cleaning up messes, puppy training and of course, playing peek-a-boo with frogs. Frogs are really cute and taste like chicken. Really, they do. We stopped at a Chinese buffet somewhere on one of our road trips and they had a pan full of frog legs. I was brave enough to try them, but not brave enough to try the chicken feet. There just isn’t much meat on a frog leg tho. I can’t imagine the amount of work needed to catch/clean/cook enough frogs to feel like it was a meal. Chinese buffets have really good mac ‘n cheese too. It’s almost always swimming in cheese. And of course, a Chinese buffet experience isn’t a Chinese buffet experience without the self-serve ice cream dispenser. I always go with a bowl so I can load it up with fudge and toppings. The cone is just filler standing in the way at that point. Marshmallows, cookie bits, caramel bits, fudge and sprinkles a good ice cream makes. Now I’m getting hungry and I’m stuck in a hotel room with an empty fridge.
Back to the beach!
Oh, in case you were wondering where all of the pictures are... They are on my phone, which I left in St. Louis and is now in a UPS sorting facility somewhere. :-)
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