Table for Glasses

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June 26, 2013

My days are hard.

Lately, I am a pin watching a glossy 13 pound ball roll straight for me, and it knocks me over.


That giant 13 pound ball is my three-and-a-half-year-old. He’s lazy with direction, careless with liquids, he’s loud when I ask for quiet, he is a bulldozer in a field of daffodils. And lately he has stopped sleeping. I’m convinced he’s an alien, or a robot who is surviving off of bananas and Triscuts. He is the first to wake up in the morning, has given up his afternoon nap, and at night, hours after we put him to bed, he finally gives in to sleep. Not sleeping is one thing, but the symptom of no sleep is ruining our relationship. He’s tipsy with tiredness, he falls over and breaks into a million pieces. If I don’t cut his apple just right the whole afternoon is destroyed.


Additionally, I have two other children, one of which is a tiny baby who wakes up in the middle of the night crying for milk. I feel run down, constantly tired, and I need a break.

My husband had to work late, so I called my mom, and she told me to come over. Into the car I threw all three kids, some of which were not properly clothed, and drove to her house for fast food with an ocean view. The kids plodded around the inside of her home, and I quietly retreated onto the deck to watch the trees bend under the weight of the heavy salted air.

I can’t find large chunks of time for myself, so instead I need to uncover small respites.

After tangerine popsicles and sticky fingers they went into the bath, fresh jammies, and I drove them home.

The drive home was detoxifying. The children were uncharacteristically quiet and the music that was playing through the speakers elevated me; Old Jimmy Eat World, Table for Glasses. I rolled the windows down just enough for my kids not to scream at me, “MAAA! TOO MUCH WIND!” And I watched the hills turn gold from the reflexion of the sun setting. My fingertips curled over the glass of the window, they flexed and relaxed with the tempo while they flickered against the breeze. I was having a sort of transcendent moment. The crescendo of the song built up and hit our car with force, I was the drummer, biting my lip and hitting the air with my imaginary drumsticks, because the percussion made me do it, because no one was watching, because it was good. It all felt good.

 Lead my skeptic sight to the table and the light

It happens too fast, to make sense of it, make it last

The light was brilliant, golden and pink and shiny. If the sunset could request a song, this one would be it. Sparkly, soft, and brilliant.

And then I saw a dead deer in the road…

“Mooomm!! Wa-waz dat!?

“Was that deer DEAD?!”

Mmoomm! Git da window up!

“How did it die?”

“What happens to deers when they die?”

“I want to listen to Veggie Tales!”

Thus ending my transcendent experience.


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by Jean on July 30, 2013

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The Chartreuse Rombus


June 18, 2013

Sometimes I get an email from a reader asking me a question.

And the question I hear the most is, “why is your blog named Hippo Brigade?” And the answer is, NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. In all caps, like I’m shouting, and then I smack your burrito to the ground and run in the other direction.

Alright fine, I’ll give you the real answer.

When Pat and I first got married, it was the name of our wireless internet.

For some reason, we take pride in naming our wireless internet. We find you positively dull and uncreative when we see that your internet is called Jones542, because your last name is Jones and your house number is 542. So a few beers and an entire package of Twizzlers later we were shoving words together like it was craft night with Aunt Mildred. Proverbially hot glueing words to pipe cleaner-wrapped popsicle sticks until we liked the combination.

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Theoretically Frenetic

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Hippo Brigade

Hippo Brigade stuck. We moved out of our first place, and forgot all about Hippo Brigade. We later went on to name our wireless internets Hey Hermano, The Chartruse Rhombus, and Mr. Chang’s Imagination.  Then I started a blog and was all, “Omg what should it be called?”

Hippo Brigade.


Because it’s better than Mr. Chang’s Imagination.



I love everything about that!

by Julie on June 18, 2013

So funny!

by melinda on June 23, 2013

deer, not dear

by Jean on July 30, 2013

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hoping that we can outrun the sun


June 13, 2013

While laying on the table at my chiropractor’s office, my doctor adjusted me and told me that my body was emotionally overwhelmed. Oh and he also moonlights as a psychic. Actually, no he doesn’t’ need to be a psychic to realize that I’m emotionally overwhelmed. Just look at the little people I brought with me to the appointment, fighting over who gets to hold the iPad and hooow much looongerrr to we have do beee herreee!?? And then there’s Silas in his carseat carrier, like, “I’m cool right now, but leave me in here for another 4 minutes, and I’ll go crazy. CRAZY! Don’t believe me? Try it.”

So my doctor knows that my kids drive me crazy and I need a break. I don’t need a stranger justifying my role as an overwhelmed stay-at-home mother of three, but somehow in that moment, when my doctor was tapping my foot and telling me my life was difficult, my eyes yielded tears and my voice got soggy.

Silas is now seven months old. He does all these fantastic tricks now. He sits for a wobbly minute or two before he tips over like a buoy in the ocean. He’s opinionated, loud, and grabby. He’s basically an old man: He looks like Mr. Magoo, loves boobies, hates loud noises, loves naps, hates when things go off schedule, loves reading the paper (or Pat the Bunny), doesn’t have any teeth, talks to anyone who will listen to him, and has a hard time getting around. See? Old man. He has old man eyes too. Somehow when he looks at me, I feel like he understands more. More than just my face, and my nose, my eyebrows. He gets me. I think it’s because he’s already been through a lot. He has gained wisdom and perspective. … at 7 months old, he’s a magi.

Magoo Magi.

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We want to sell our house, which makes my stomach flip and my head weak, and I can’t feel my legs, and I’m scared. Scared because we don’t know where to go yet. There’s all this pressure we’ve heaped upon ourselves to find the dream home. But I want a modest life, and a simple house. Simple but beautiful with trees and a yard, maybe some chickens and a garden. I want a dutch door off my kitchen that opens to the outside where I can watch my kids run in the grass while I bake a cake, and wear an apron with cherries on it.


And then I get sentimental over this house that we live in, with it’s walls and rooms and sounds and the way the sun comes through the shutters at dinnertime and blasts my face with it’s shiny brightness.

I’ve been walking around my home lately, touching the walls and feeling the weight of what we created in the 3.5 years that we’ve been sleeping here and eating here and making babies here.

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It’s just a shell, I keep reminding myself. We’re going to find a new shell. We are merely slugs, a family of slugs sliding around on the wet sidewalk looking for a new home.


can you come decorate my house?! my walls are SO BARE!! I love that all of your walls are so unique and special!

by allie on June 13, 2013

Slugs love seattle…just sayin!

by Anna on June 13, 2013

One day, Beckey my dear, I will paper the walls of my art studio with the pages of a book YOU have written … xoxoxo

by Jan Brandt on June 13, 2013

Omg, we want to sell our house too! It’s so stressful! I want a yard and a driveway and just space. But we love our home because of what we have built here. A family of two became a family of four. I understand what you are going through. *Sigh*

by Debbi on June 13, 2013

I have the same dreams as you. Right down to the dutch door and chickens. And with the house prices up right now, we could possibly make a nice chunk of change on our house. I’m so ready.

by Camille W on June 15, 2013

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Cloth Diapering Essentials


June 5, 2013

Let’s talk about a controversial baby issue…


Just kidding.

No, let’s talk about FORMULA VERSES BREAST MILK!

Just kidding.

Let’s talk about EPIDURALS!

Just kidding.

I don’t really give a crap about all that stuff.  So let’s talk about cloth diapers instead!


It’s not that hard. Promise. I do it, and I’m a total slacker mom. Once you ease up on yourself, and try it, you’ll get into a rhythm, and dare I say… actually enjoy it?

I’ve been cloth diapering for a while now (I’ve written about it before), and I don’t take it too seriously. I have a stack of cloth diapers next to the changing table, and a stack of disposables too. When I run out of cloth diapers, I slap a disposable on those sweet baby buns. And presto. No guilt.

So if you are interested in getting started, but you’re scared of poop and using your washing machine, then, I question if you’re really a mom. Maybe your a cyborg. Because moms are always cleaning poop and using washing machines. It’s like in our fight song. What?! Moms don’t have a fight song? We should. Let’s get on that.

But first, we got to get some things for our cloth diapering adventure.

Grab a baby and let’s do this:

Cloth Diapering Essentials

1. Diapers: This is the tricky part. There are more types of cloth diapers than there are types of wine. So do yourself a favor, pour a tall glass of your favorite wine, type “cloth diapers” into Google, and pick the first three. A goggle rouette, if you will.  I’m currently using pocket diapers (meaning the inserts go into the pocket that is built in) that are one-size-fits-all: (pictured from left to right) Soft Buns OmniTotsBots, which are trimmer and the insert is connected to the diaper, so it doesn’t go AWAL on you during laundry time. And lastly, my personal favorite, the Rumparooz.  The nice thing about the first two diapers pictured is that they have velcro closures, so they are very much like changing a disposable, quick and easy. The snaps sometimes can be a little more labor intensive when you have a squirmy baby wiggling around on the diaper table.

2. Detergent: You have to be careful with soap and cloth diapers. Because regular detergents can leave a film on the cloth that over time repel moisture instead of absorbing it. Stick with speciality detergents that are designed for cloth diapers. I have tried a bunch.You can even make your own, but let’s not go over board.  My favorites are Charlie’s Soap and Rockin Green. These detergents are great for all your laundry too, not just diapers.

3. Wet bag: If you’re on the go, you’re going to need a place to stash that dirty nappy. I have two wet bags, one small one for when I’m out, and a super-sized one I use at home to throw wet diapers in before they go into the laundry. But, honestly I don’t use the big one, I just stack dirty diapers on top of my washing machine (Like I said, slacker mom) until Silas’ bed time, and then I start the cycle.  Unless he poops, then it goes directly into the washing machine. Side note: breastfed baby poop is water soluble, and doesn’t need to be pre-rinsed. Once he starts really eating solids, I’ll start rinsing his diapers, but for now, his diet is about 90% breast milk and 10% food off my plate. So I can slack off on the rinsing step a little while longer. Yay for slacking!

4. Pail: When Silas really starts blowing down, a pail might be necessary. I used one with Hudson’s giant turd-soaked diapers and it was great. First I would get rid of the solid waste in the toilet, and then toss the diaper into the pail that I filled with water and white vinegar to hang out until washing time. There are a ton of ways to deal with poop crusted diapers, and this is just my way. Other people swear by swishing the diaper in the toilet, and some even buy a fancy hose to spray the crap off. Whatever floats your turd.

5. Wipes: Homemade wipes go hand in hand with cloth diapering, because when you wipe your baby’s butt, you can throw the wipe and diaper into the laundry. I have one of those classy-baby wipes warmers, and I would soak the wipes in water, tea tree oil and a little soap, and store them in the wipe warmer so they stayed wet and were ready and warm. But seriously, seriously…I don’t use reusable wipes right now. When I wipe his butt, the disposable wipe goes into the laundry with the diaper, and then I throw it away once it’s clean. Zing.

6. Diaper spray: This stuff is awesome. Cloth diapering or not, it’s a great baby product. Diaper rash cream isn’t’ good for cloth diapers, so this stuff does the trick. Plus it’s good when your baby’s poo crusts over on his butt, give it a few sprays and it will lift that junk right up.  Or I even use it to clean his hands and face sometimes.

7. Liners: Once your baby’s poo starts to resemble (ahem) your own, invest in some liners. It acts as a barrier between the diaper and poo, and it’s an easier way to deal with the mess. Just lift the liner with the poop and flush.

So that about does it for my list of must-haves. But really, you don’t need much, just start out with diapers and detergent, and see what works for you.

Try it out and let me know how it goes!




Whatever floats your turd? Ha! That gave me a good laugh during my 3:30am pumping session! Once Piper gets her tush our of the NICU I will be starting to use cloth diapers on both kiddos! Thanks for your input on the subject!

by Jamye Jack on June 10, 2013

cloth diaper safe detergents are a myth. I have been cd’ing for 20 months, have never used a cloth specific detergent, and my diapers don’t have any absorbency problems. the detergents you mention are certainly more green and better for the environment, but for those of us with hard water a lot of times they don’t get diapers clean enough. use whatever detergent works best for you!

by natalie on October 11, 2013

Where is that wet bag from? It’s so adorable!

by Michelle on October 25, 2013

This guide has been essential for me figuring out what I think will work for an impending arrival! I really appreciate your down to earth opinions and suggestions regarding this. Thank you 🙂

by Joan on December 21, 2013

What happened to the old school cloth diapers & pins?

by Meg on December 31, 2013

You can still buy the old school ones. Look online. I saw some at yesterday.

by Sarah on January 2, 2014

Thank you for your advice. That is very helpful as I research the journey of poop

by Caroline on February 11, 2014

In the wipes section did you say you wash the wipe in the laundry and throw it away once it’s clean?
I’m confused because I was expecting you to toss it in the trash since it’s a disposable wipe. My baby’s due in ear;y February, so I’m exploring the world of cloth diapering right now. Thanks for the great info 🙂

by Princess on October 27, 2014

When you do cloth diapers and disposable wipes you typically need a pail for the diapers and a bag or pail for the wipes. I think she said she throws them in with the diapers and then throws them away bc that way she doesn’t need two pails and isn’t digging through yuck diapers to sort them out before the wash. She probably just throws them out when she’s stuffing the diapers or folding them after they’re clean.

by Momma bee on November 30, 2014

Charlies causes chemicals burns.
Rockin green does not contain any detergent only boosters.

by b on March 25, 2015

Charlies Soap is actually horrible for diapers, it gave my little one a chemical burn 🙁 Tide has worked WAY better for us and we haven’t had any issues since switching to Tide from Charlie’s. I talk about it briefly here:

by Jessica on June 13, 2015

Both detergents mentioned are NOT good for cloth diapering! Regular detergents are recommended. I would look into that!

by Jill on December 24, 2015

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by Friendly Affair | Cloth Diapering for Geniuses on April 25, 2016

I dig the pocket diapers..the liner you stuff in the pocket absorbs pee extremely well… the part of the diaper that rests on her butt stays dry. My girl is 2 months so her pees areally getting heavy. Keeps her less fussy between changes and less laundry as she doesn’t soak through to her clothes.

You can buy Alva brand on amazon for $8-$11 per cover.

My girlfriend who did not end up cloth diapering have me her pocket diaper sampler pack which had like 5 different brands (including bum genius), and Alva works just as well as the more expensive ones for me.

I wish I hadn’t invested so heavily in the Flip shells and then stuffing the shell with a liner and flour sack towel, simply because pee just sits against my daughter’s bum and she is uderstandably annoyed. I did this because I thought it would make for less laundry (you can reuse the shells if it’s a pee diaper only) but this is not the case lol. Live and learn.

First baby and I love cloth diapering!! And so does my husband. So much cheaper than disposables and traps odor better too.

My advice…wrangle in the urge to have everything ready before your baby comes, get a samiler pack and see what you like more.

Most of the pocket diapers will be pretty big on your newborn..I used the “Lil joey” and thirsites newborn size before the pocket diaper and shells started to fit her really well. It seems silly to buy newborn size but it still saves a bunch of money vs. Desposables.

by Shannon on August 4, 2016

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Blood on my Hands


June 3, 2013

We always have fresh fruit and vegetables sitting out in our kitchen. They usually occupy a bowl; green stems of tomatoes peer out from the top of the heap. But sometimes when I buy too much, they spill out onto the counter, and roll across to where the coffee is. Potatoes and coffee grinds. Onion skins and spilled sugar granules.

It is our art form.

A still life of life.

And where there is ripe fruit, there are tiny flies, never more than one or two at a time, levitating above the bowl. They float across the space between the counter and the cabinets, bouncing from fruit to fruit; a variable bounty of sweetness awaits below them to explore, eat, have babies on.

I clap them.

That’s how I deal with the problem. I don’t set out a bowl of apple cider vinegar for them to fly into and then drown. Nor do I use special traps that Pinterest might suggest. No, instead I clap them dead. Unrhythmic hand claps emerge from the kitchen as I prepare food. Followed by the sounds of either my victory or defeat.


Then I wash the fly blood from my palms and return to dicing carrots.


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