Kyan gets a bad diaper rash each time he's teething, and with the added bonus of the hot weather we've been having, his sensitive skin, and his 2 year molars starting to break through, it's been really hard to keep him from getting a bit tingly every now and again. You think he's fine and suddenly he wakes up a bit pink or he eats too much fruit and there comes the redness! I finally gave up on powdering, creams, and no bubble bath or baby wash and buying the uber expensive baby wipes. Nothing helped!

My Mom used to put cloth diapers on my sister when she was potty training her, and my Mamaw didn't get a sample of a disposeable diaper until her 8th and last child was almost out of diapers. I figure, it's cheaper, it's breathable, less garbage, and maybe it'll keep me from being upset that he's upset over a sore tushie. So I broke. My grandmother, God bless her, loves to buy him diapers but she never fails to get him the wrong size or brand and I have to return them to Walmart (Sans reciept no less) and this last trip I said, "Screw it! It would cost me about the same to get him training pants, plastic pants, diaper pins, a pack of washcloths and a thing of 3-ply cloth diapers!" Throwing caution to the wind I loaded up my buggy with the exact amount as a pack of Pampers and off I went.

Now I can't say we haven't had mishaps. His Daddy hates them on him because he doesn't want to get peed on and tonight when we had our first poopy one in his presence he almost lost his dinner, but we're making progress. Not only does he feel really uncomfortable and tells me at the first drop of pee that he's wet himself and needs changed, but his diaper rash has went down significantly! I've still been using our wipes to some degree but the wash cloths seem easier on his bum and the heat rash has been almost non-existant.

I'm not saying we've ventured anywhere but outside and around the block in one, and I'd dare not do it on an extended visit to his father's side of the family or even a trip to the grocery store because I'm just not that brave yet, but we're making progress with what we've got going so far!

There are many resources out there for Cloth Diapering 101. It's no less disgusting than regular diapering and although I'm more of a hippy dippy type with my breastfeeding advocacy and the like, if you're having problems like mine and you're willing to give it a go, try Googling Cloth Diapering and see what happens!

Yet another celebrity couple is having twins! I’m trying to count the list of celebs who miraculously are having twins, and some as their first pregnancy no less, but I don’t know to classify them as “Over 40” or “Took Too Long Focusing on Partying and Career” or what. So add Rebecca R-Ex Stamos and Jerry O’Connell to the list that started off with Julia Roberts, and has now included Marcia Cross, Jennifer Lopez, and the like.
I know they say the longer a woman waits to concieve the greater chance she will have twins because of dropping multiple eggs. But I gotta say, I’m thinking that maybe the water is so expensive there because it either is stocked with fertility drugs or contains the mysteries that lie within conception and how to think real hard and ovulate multiple times!
I feel like everyone is pregnant or just had a baby. My cousin had little Ava in May, Hubby’s adopted sister announced her due date as December back around the same time, now his brother just said “Surprise!” and announced his girlfriend of a few months is due in March, we’ve had 5 baby boys born in my MOMS Club since January, and now the grand finale… my best guy friend who got married last month asks me today when his new wife should or could take a pregnancy test because she’s over a week late. Is my husband the only one who doesn’t get that SEX = BABIES or am I a one time deal in the reproduction department?!
So I figure that the whole of the situation is that every time I get pregnant, nobody else will be and when I’m not there will be a population boom of everyone around me making me wish to be pregnant again only to have trouble conceiving or difficulties getting my hubby to actively participate. Until then I’m going to go onto eBay and see if I can get someone in the greater Hollywood area to send me some water from The Hills FedExed. Come to think of it, I have a neighbor whose daughter is trying to make it big out there. She could probably use the cash!

When dear hubby was going through his divorce and other issues he lived with a few friends with whom he worked with. They were a couple who had a nice place for him to crash and share the rent and what not. After we started dating and life took it’s course he fell out of touch with these friends and all the “Let’s keep in touch, have dinner sometime!” and birth announcements, birthday and wedding invitation, and what not just aren’t enough to maintain relationships when you’re moving on and doing different things.
I’m not the jealous type. Even when I was getting cheated on, I wasn’t ever jealous. I was more about figuring out what was going on and over analyzing it to death before doing the post mortem after the fact so I didn’t repeat the pattern. I’m just not really threatened by other girls with my hubby anyways. I’m well aware that he’d wreck the car breaking his neck to see a Mustang driving by than a pretty girl. He just can’t help it. Often I want to reach over to see if he’s getting a hard on when we see a pony in a particularly rare color. Not that I’m sure he doesn’t think girls are pretty or notice what they’re wearing and compare. It’s in our nature to do these things. I go to the store to pick out an outfit in mind for him based on what I see other guys his age or around there wearing, both weighing his tastes and the odds that he’ll even take them out of the bag.
But in the back of your mind you always wonder. It’s an unwritten rule that you should ask about a person’s sex and or dating life when you’re in a really settled and intimate relationship. If not for health reasons but for general “bring it up now and never again” and also to compare and contrast how you fit into them. With my husband I had to weigh in an ex-wife of only a year or so. I never leafed through their wedding album, but I do know that she was slightly shorter than me, blonde where I’m brunette, straight hair where I’m naturally curly, and our tastes in couture or lack there of is definitely wrong (verifying the $400 credit card debt on the separation papers from Victoria’s Secret that I happened to notice one day while cleaning out our safety box containing important papers like birth certificates, marriage license, etc.) but you always wonder about the other girls. Ones who didn’t make it as far as dating, the friend who was just too much like your sister, the girl who was in love with someone else, the friend with benefits, and the friend who never broached the subject of dating so you didn’t either but always wondered.
So when my husband called today to say, “Guess who called me at work and wants to meet for lunch tomorrow!?” I could tell that any qualms I had about it were going to have to be snuffed because he was so excited. And it’s not like I’m jealous of this girl because she’s happily married to the same guy, and I’m sure it’s just a “catch up” thing and nothing else. It’s not like I’m shredding his shirts with my knife set and scribbling “ATLEAST WEAR A CONDOM BECAUSE IF SHE GETS PREGNANT BEFORE ME I’LL SLIT MY WRISTS!” in red lipstick across the bathroom mirror for him to see first thing in the morning. I’m also not questioning any motives on his part or making a big deal about it, nor am I depressed that he’s excited about it and not really noticing that he never really gets that excited about going out with his ol’ ball and chain. And in the end I’m sure she’ll drop off the face of the earth again just like before. It just happens. I have friends who’ve done this, who pop in and out, and some who just do the Christmas card thing.
Still you wonder. It doesn’t help that he has pictures of the good times and one of them cuddled on the couch. It strikes me as odd that the one thing he says he loved the most and was attracted to was my naturally curly brunette hair… which she also has, or the fact that she has the cutesy smile and I try so hard not to use a fake smile because I can’t really hold one that well, and she can go without make up and look fresh and fair while I feel as though I looked washed out if I don’t atleast use a tinted moisturizer and some big sunglasses and lipstick before going out. Oprah says you should never go outside the house without your earrings after all!
So how do you do it? What do you do when your guy’s BFF is a girl who looks like you but a little better?
When I figure it out. I’ll let you know.

I had to go to an urgent care type of Dr’s office on Saturday because I realized that I probably had pink eye. I realize that most Dr’s need a social life as well as anyone else, but it really bugs me when a private practice doesn’t offer extended office hours atleast one night a week or Saturdays. So not wanting to go to the ER and revisit “The Are You Kidding Me Diaper Rash of ‘07” fiasco by going in for pink eye while others are bleeding or releasing other bodily fluids next to me, I settled for a place I wasn’t familiar with and surely a longer wait with my drippy eyes trying to fill out forms.
Now, the fact that the Nurse who brought me back didn’t actually weigh or measure me but instead asked my “best guess at how tall and my weigh” didn’t really bother me as much as made me wonder where the hell I was. I did get a bit agitated when she told me to try to read the eye chart as my eyeballs were nearly floating around under my visibly swollen lids (and it was a miracle that I drove there in the first place but the 45 minute wait in the waiting room of only 5 people, myself included, just made them progressively worse) only for her to tell me after I knowingly mistook a P for an F and a Z for an F and a N for an M that I had 20/20 vision. (In the words of my equally optometric ally challenged sister, “If you have 20/20 vision then I have x-ray vision!”) But what really got my goat were Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumb sitting beside me in the waiting room as I sat there waiting for them to process my insurance and give me a sample of eye drops.
In the entire room with a seating capacity of around 40 and only myself, a lady who couldn’t stop having a personal phone call the whole time I was there (and obviously hadn’t just answered it as I walked into the place or even as I parked my car prior to), and a guy waiting for his buddy who had an unfortunate leg incident and I would later learn was contemplating how he would get said buddy and said leg into the vehicle to go back to whatever keggar they had been starting before noon that morn and had ultimately led to aforementioned leg meeting an accidentally unfortunate wounding, these two had to hoist their tube tops and flip their hair about ten times as they sat down directly elbow to elbow with me. Now I’m not claustrophobic, or obsessive compulsive or even have an imaginary friend who needs to sit beside me, as to where a person either wouldn’t want to sit beside me or would have a heck of a story to tell after I left. But why, especially when my eyes look like I’ve went a few rounds with a prize fighter, do you feel the need to rub elbows with me when you could sit privately anywhere else in the whole room? I know I’m not that good looking, and my body spray isn’t anything you couldn’t pick up at a daycare or Bath and Body Works.
Well “Izzy and Skizzy” sit down and the blonder of the two (but less bronze fake baked) starts to fill out the forms that they give all new patients and I had just completed. The following account is actual, not word for work but paraphrased, but makes me very afraid for our future.
Izzy looks to Skizzy and says, “Pssst.. What does this mean?” only to have Skizzy say, “I dunno. Go ask the receptionist.”
Receptionist looks at girl who is pointing and asking and says, “It means your period.”
Now having filled out the forms I knew the question said, “When was your last Menses” and even if you’re not quite sure, you can take a ballpark guess that it’s probably meaning something to do with menstration which is your period and if you’re that unsure the fact that it says “WOMEN ONLY” in bold print.
Upon coming back to Skizzy she says, “Well, I dunno when it was?” I think, “Hmm… maybe that’s your problem!”
Izzy again looks at Skizzy and says, “Are you allergic to any drugs. What do they mean?” Skizzy says, “Like if you’re allergic to anything.” Izzy says, “I’m allergic to bees, does that count?” Skizzy says, “Yeah. I’d put it down.”
Izzy, stumped, asks Skizzy, “It says, are you taking any drugs. What’s that mean?” Skizzy says, “I guess like cold pills and stuff.” Izzy says, “Oh, well what about my pill?” Skizzy, confused says, “What pill?” Izzy, frustrated says, “You know. My birth control pills!” Skizzy says, “Probably not, leave it blank.”
After then filling out all forms and turning them in the receptionist calls Izzy back up and tells her that she has to sign where it’s highlighted and says signature. Izzy says, “Oh. I didn’t know why it was highlighted.” Then the receptionist says, “On all highlights.” I wanted to smack my forehead for her. Receptionist then says “and date it where it says date..” and I think she might smack her own forehead. Izzy says, “I don’t know it.” Receptionist tells her the date and Izzy says… wait for it!!!….. “..um, July, right?” in total seriousness. I thought receptionist was going to smack her.
So why is it that this girl seemed so, well, dumb? Are we not educating our children well enough that they can’t fill out simple forms by themselves? Are girls in general that uneducated about their bodies that they don’t know what it is unless you use a slang or non medical term? Do we do everything for our kids and they are totally not self-sufficient? Do we make ignorance look like a great way to get attention and have a few laughs that now our youth use it like someone would use a knock-knock joke in general conversation? And why is it that these are the people who are out there on birth control and having sex when obviously they don’t seem to be able to make serious choices for themselves or act without coaching? What is wrong with people anymore?!

.... when your sister turns 21 and offers you flavored cigars, Bartles and James wine coolers, and you've just eaten hot dogs and cookie cakes... don't be surprised if you're up all night with the McPoops. And by McPoops, I'm saying the same type of wake you up cramping in the middle of the night poops you'd get after binging on McDonalds food.

That is all!