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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Boom Boom Bang…


May 24, 2013

We’ve been thinking a lot about moving lately. It’s on our minds, in our hearts, and flowing though our veins. But where is home? Is it here, in Orange County? Or beyond? Northern California? Seattle? The moon? My pug in a space suit? Done.

Home is the five of us. Well six if you count the pug in the space suit. But we crave living in a place that matches our style of life, our rhythm, you know? We zing zing zam, in a place that boom boom bangs, and honestly, it just does’t feel quite right.

Pat, Silas, and I went to Seattle last week to see if that could be our jam.

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We’ve been here before. Not just in Seattle, but in this place of figuring out if a move up there is right for us. We do this, almost constantly, we have long conversations at night about the rain and the Northwest, and about how idyllic it would all be.

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During our trip we found that yes, it zings and zams. And we could thrive there, in the clouds, and the water from all angles, with all the cups of coffee, and record stores, and the emerald trees.

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With the fair trade chocolate, and artisanal cheese shops, the homemade jewelry and the restaurants that devote their menu entirely to whiskey parings, yes, we’d do just fine here.

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And then there’s the houses. Oh, the houses! They are rows and rows of beautiful ladies, blushing behind tall wavy trees that litter small fragrant flowers all over the sidewalks.

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Yes, we’d do just fine here.

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We’d eat salmon all day and drink coffee into the evening and hike green trails, and visit the place where the earth touches the ocean, and then dig our toes deep into the cold sand and close our eyes, we would take a salty breath and we would do just fine.

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But we’ve done this before, we’ve been in this place of our hearts wanting to move, but our feet are not wiling. It’s hard to peel away from an area that houses our childhood, and our childrens’ childhood. So we might not. We might just stay here. Because it’s comfortable, and it’s hard to leave. But we can dream. Maybe now is not our time to uproot our home, so maybe instead we’re just inching one step closer to jumping into a new adventure, one that gives us the newness we crave, and the cool air against our cheeks.


“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people

and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?

– it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye.

But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -Jack Kerouac



I think about this a lot too. Almost daily. I don’t feel like OC is my home. And while I grew up in San Diego, I don’t know if that is home to me anymore. But the fear of moving and leaving what is known to me/us, stops me in my tracks. And then I ask myself why I want to move away. A large part is to run away I think. So maybe that is also why I stop. Not sure. Love Seattle too. That is also in our hat of places to move to.

by Kristin A. on May 28, 2013

You went to all our favorite spots! This city is wonderful. If you do decide to move and need any inside info don’t hesitate to ask. 🙂

by Jill on June 3, 2013

Well, Beckey, that feeling of “this is where I’ve lived for so long, and I love it … but what ELSE is out there???” led me from 30+ years in Orange County to the forested mountains of the Sierra Nevada. My soul needed these trees and this crisp, clean air and the mysteriously peaceful depth of Lake Tahoe’s blue waters for decades. If you feel restless … it’s time to go. Something is reaching out to find you. Stay open, listen, and respond to the whispers …

by Jan Brandt on June 13, 2013

I moved to Portland Oregon as a child from Canada, of course at that time I was totally against it, and litteraly went kicking and screaming; but now that I am here I can’t think of a place that feels more like home. When I come back from a far away land or a vacation; I want to just hug the place – coffee and breweries on every corner, the beach, mountains and lakes basically just out your back door. I love it here and I love Seattle just as much (which is super handy that it is so close:))I guess what I am trying to say is that life is an adventure so make the most of it (a dear friend told me that once – and its stuck)if you can’t shake the feeling that you are ready for a change, you must be ready.

by Melanie on August 6, 2013

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That Time We Went to Palm Springs


May 9, 2013

We went to Palm Springs almost 2 months ago to celebrate our 8th anniversary.

We thought it would be fun to bring our baby with us.

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Fun might not be the right word.

Even though Silas is a super chill baby, he’s still a baby, and bringing babies on your romantic get aways makes things way less romantic and way more covered in baby goo.

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But we still had a good time…

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Even though Silas ruined our fancy dinner at Mister Parker’s and we had to get our wine and dessert to-go.

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And because we never miss an opportunity to drink beer, we stopped on our way home at Hangar 24 to sample some brews.

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But next time, we leave the baby with our parents.


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What I Wore Wednesday: The Blonde Edition


May 8, 2013

Berlyn has a very special Mothers’ Day tea at her school today, so I have to look snappy.

I am wearing my most favorite tea-time dress by Marc by Marc Jacobs

And lavender espadrilles from Anthropologie. And I’m also wearing my new blonde hair.

(Blurry photos taken by my 3-year-old)

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It just occurred to me, as I was sitting in the salon getting every piece of my God-given hair folded up in a foil packet yesterday…

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That I do this. I cut my hair short and bleach it blonde after I have my babies.

Here I am, 8 months after having Berlyn.


And in this photo, Hudson was only 5 months old. Also, hello Grandma.


So, it was time to break out the peroxide.

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Because this look is so not cute anymore.

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Nor is this.

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So you can understand that it had to be done.

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And with that, my low maintenance hair routine just got way more elaborate.



I love the blonde after baby trend! I may just have to hop on that train. You look fabulous 🙂

by Heather on May 8, 2013

Thanks for sharing your thoughts on hаррen.

by Terrell on May 9, 2013

LOVE you as a blonde. Way more fun. 🙂

by melinda on May 10, 2013

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What I Wore Wednesday


May 2, 2013

This is what I wore yesterday in the beginning of my day.

The flamingo pose was me deciding what shoe looked better. And the lesson I learned here is that when any shoe is pitted against my leopard loafers, leopard loafers always win. Always.

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Loosely knitted sweater: Ever

Coral jeans: Madewell

Leopard pony hair loafers: I got them at Loehmann’s, they’re some off-brand like “Ellen Cole” or Tracy Ellen” or something like that. Now do they actually use pony hair to make them? As in skin ponies? If so, I’m not down. But since I’ve already purchased them, it would be silly to not wear them.

And this is what I looked like at the end of my day, when I went to a neighborhood margarita party.


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Silky floral button down: Ever

And if you saw me in anytime between morning and night, I probably looked like this:

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Because wearing pants with a zipper all day is exhausting.


I’d really like to see that leopard pony that they skinned for the loafers. It would be totally worth it.

by Caley on May 2, 2013

Outfit #3 looks hauntingly similar to my almost daily uniform. Loose and comfy? Check! Slimming black? Yup! Elastic and a drawstring? Yes-sir-ee-bobski!

by Heather on May 2, 2013

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Hudson’s Over Dose


April 30, 2013

While at Sprouts Hudson ate half a bottle of homeopathic pain medicine.


He was playing with the bottle while sitting quietly in the cart. I was gently squeezing avocados swaying subconsciously back and fourth; the way mothers do when they are holding babies. Because I was wearing Silas like a front backpack. A frontpack? Silas had busy hands too, grabbing at the avocados when one came close to his grasp. He would extend his chubby arms out and would miss in slow motion as I bagged the fruit.

I gathered my produce, and finally turned to Hudson to realize that he had gotten the plastic seal off the medicine and now was sitting in a pool of white tablets. He quickly shoved at least three in his mouth when his eyes met mine, as if he was starved for pain killers. As if he finally got a taste of their undeniable sweetness, and now it was all he wanted in life. Around his lips and down his neck was a frothy trail as the chalky pills dissolved in his mouth. I panicked.

How many did you eat?!

I don’t know.

Hudson! These are medicine? Why did eat them?!

I don’t know.

Oh My GOD, HUDSON! I can’t believe you ate these. What were you thinking?! How many did you have?

I don’t know.

I grabbed the bottle and kept turning it over again in my hands to see if it would tell me what to do. I glanced awkwardly up at strangers prepared to laugh uncomfortably and explain what had happened to them, but no one seemed to notice or care that my 3-year-old just over-dosed on medicine. Their faces seemed to read, This is Orange County, everyone here is medicated.

I kicked the remaining pills under the wooden bin where the tomatoes were displayed, ducked into the cracker and tortilla chip isle, and called poison control.

Their number is saved on my phone. Because this is not Hudson’s first incident. The first time I called, he was a mere 9 months old, and had gotten a hold of my whiskey drink at a party.  A few months later he sat playfully on the kitchen floor drenched in Goo-Gone while sucking on the side of the oily bottle. And then a few months after that he opened my hot pink nail polish and painted his toes, his mouth, the wood floors, and the couch with the bright pink color.

I was well acquainted with poison control. They are calm, friendly, and answer on the first ring. It’s like the complete opposite of calling me.

Turns out Hudson could have eaten the entire bottle of medicine without a single side effect. Well, maybe he would get a little wave of nausea. “But if he only ingested half the bottle, you should’t worry.” The man on the other side of the phone call reassured me.

I deeply exhaled as I hung up with him.

I guess I assumed that Hudson being three now, meant that he was less likely to get into these poison-control-type-situations. I guess I thought he had more self-control. I guess I was wrong.


Have you had to call poison control? What types of things have your kids gotten into?


As a matter of fact I just had to call last night for my almost four year old. Her and a friends daughter who is two were playing dress up and found a bottle of the seven year olds hello kitty nail polish. They decided it was lip gloss and painted their lips and them licked it off. Potion control workers are always nice and never too judge, thank goodness 🙂

by Jenna Wendell on April 30, 2013

She’s five now, and mildly more likely not to do something reckless if I turn away for a half second, but when my daughter was two I found her suckling the pump of a costco-sized Purel bottle. I have poison control in my phone, too.

by Robin (noteverstill) on April 30, 2013

Love poison control! So sweet. We double dosed O on claritan…… Turns out she would just be a little extra sleepy:)

by Michelle on April 30, 2013

I had to call poison control when my 18 month old waddled his adorable little self into my dad’s room and I found him sitting on the ground surrounded with little white pills. Turns out my dad had left his bottle of ativan (anti anxiety think stronger than xanax) OPENED on his desk. I had no idea how many he ate as I had no idea how many were in the bottle. Poison control directed me to the ER because duh…. Not fun. Turns out he was fine and had probably only had one. He was super zen like that night. 🙂

by Christine on April 30, 2013

“They are calm, friendly, and answer on the first ring. It’s like the complete opposite of calling me.” The best.

by amanda on April 30, 2013

It’s always scary until poison control tells you “they have to have consumed 40 of those…” That’s how it’s been for us (only called twice with Isaac) but this last week Eli ate 2 of my mother in laws parkinson’s meds (that were left out!!!!) and he had a handful of legit side effects and almost had to get his stomach pumped it was scary and infuriating!! I tired to explain to the doctor that it happened so fast and I really love my kid and felt like such a loser. I don’t think I’ve ever been so mad in my life. I never want to call them again but will probably end up having too….
I love your blog and haven’t read it in a long time…I have some catching up to do!

by mariah on April 30, 2013

glad you’re little rascal is ok!

by mariah on April 30, 2013

My son ate matchsticks at daycare. They freaked out and called poison control then called me. I laughed. I mean, I thought I’d be the one having to call poison control one day. Nope. He would have had to eaten an entire box. I can’t believe he had more than one; are they good?! He was about 9 months, now he is 2 years old and tried eating my car the other day. So matchsticks and car is okay but broccoli is out of the question? Kids. 🙂

by Christine on April 30, 2013

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An Update on Silas


April 24, 2013

Five and a half months ago I was pregnant with Silas. I was swollen with hope and newness. I was giddy about the mysterious gender of my child. I planned an easy birth, easy recovery, easy peasie. But instead my uterus ruptured, blood flowed from me, and that giddiness was replaced with fear, trembling, and horror.

Ever since his birth, the word Emmanuel has always come to the forefront of my mind, it’s Hebrew for God with us. In those moments that lead up to his birth there was fear, but God was with us, in that moment when I couldn’t stop trembling, God was with us. And in that moment that the doctor lifted Silas out of my broken and toxic uterus, God was with us.

His birth was tumultuous. The outstanding fact that he is alive is a miracle.


His entry into the world caused his blood to be highly acidic, which could have effected his brain, heart, lungs, and other organs. And because of that, the doctors that monitored him in the NICU wanted to see him in six months after we left the hospital, to see if anything abnormal started to develop.

I know he’s fine and I know he’s perfect, and I even rely on him being fine and perfect because it puts space between us and his scary birth.

So today we went to his appointment to see how he is developing and we found out that Silas is normal.

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Silas is normal!

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That simple sentence comes with a flood of emotion.

Silas is normal, nay, Silas is remarkable.

He saw his same NICU doctor and an occupational therapist, here’s how he did:

Silas is five and a half months so they had to adjust the testing to his actual age.

 Age: 5.5 months

Cognitive Index (thinking, problem-solving): At 6 month level

Language: Receptive Index: 5.5 months

Language: Expressive Index: 6 months

Fine Motor: 6 months

Neuromotor: Normal maturation of reflexes

Gross Motor: Normal


So…not only is he normal in most areas, but in some areas he’s advanced!

I know, only by two weeks, but still!




This brought happy tears to my eyes! Coming from a mommy of a little one with fine and gross motor challenges, I am so happy that it’s not a challenge that you and Silas will have to face. Yay for normal! Yay for remarkable! Yay for Emmanuel!!!

by Heather on April 24, 2013

Such amazing news! So relieved for you and your beautiful family…xoxox

by Jen (tiny oranges) on April 24, 2013

Emmanuel indeed.

Such a blessing on so many levels, very happy for all of you!

by Lisa J on April 25, 2013

Emmanuel! Amen and Amen! A gift of grace!

by Leeann gilman on May 3, 2013

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On Becoming an Accidental Introvert


March 27, 2013

I’ve always identified with an extrovert’s personality.

Controlled chos? I love it.

Throwing a party? As long as there’s cake, I’ll be there.

Lonely days where I don’t talk to anyone all day? I go nuts. NUTS I TELL YOU.

That’s why my kids are my BFFs. Unhealthy, I know.

There have also been several occasions where someone is describing a cool place or their future plans of vacation, I tend to say, “Ohh, take me, I want to go too!” Which always makes for some uncomfortable eye contact. It’s not that I really want to invite myself on your honeymoon, it’s just that I’ve never been to St. Croix or wherever you’re going, and it sounds so good, and I like you, and in my mind it would be fun to have a group vay-kay, no?

Growing up, my house was the one where all our friends and family ended up. It was like, par-tay over heerre! We had a pool and giant 5-pound bags of chips, so all the time, and especially in the summer there was a constant flow of visitors.

I grew up eating heaps of onion dip out of a crystal serving dish and waiting in line to use my own bathroom.

But then I married an introvert.

And with that, the onion dip left the building.

I didn’t think it would effect me too much.

I kind of liked the idea of some peace and quiet. I was looking forward to a more exclusive life. A respite.

But now, eight years later, the respite has evolved into less of a break, and more of our daily life.

And it dawned on me that I have become an introvert. Unbenownst to me.

We don’t let many people through our threshold.

We do our own activities on the weekend, and never extend the invitation to any one else.

We don’t belong to a life group and even going to church has become a major chore.


But to be honest, I don’t like it.

It drives me crazy. I love people. I love to talk and make plans and have company and laughter.

Of course we have friends, and have people over, but being married to an introvert, plus being an accidental introvert myself, we have become more selective about who we are friends with.

People have to pass a veritable friend gauntlet, if you will.

It’s a rigorous six week period where we judge you based on your clothes, your taste in music, your food choices, your political views, your children’s’ behavior, your leisure time activities, and the interior of your vehicle.

But once you pass, you’re in. FOREVER.
Because once Pat and I deem you our friend, we hold on tight, and never ever let you go.

It’s like getting a hug from a grizzly bear. And who doesn’t want to be mauled, I mean hugged by a furry, albeit vicious animal?

Come to my house, I’ll make Paella! I’ve never made it before, but it sounds like it’s something that can feed a crowd.

I might even serve onion dip out of a crystal bowl.

And let’s start this 6 week friend period!


I feel ya on this one. I grew up in the “party house” but now I rarely have people over. Partly because parking is a pain in the ass at my apartment, but mostly because I’m too paralyzed by perfection. If the house isn’t perfectly cleaned and decorated, I won’t invite people over. And that never happens, so I never have people over.

by Anne on March 27, 2013

Hey Beckey, I miss you.

by amanda on March 27, 2013

On my way!

by melinda on March 27, 2013

Well it’s a darn good thing I was grandfathered in! I’m not sure I would pass the test now. Especially if you’re doing interior vehicle checks!
Some of my favorite childhood memories were made at your house. Pesto and pasta, chocolate milk (shaken not stirred), huge bowls of pudding, moon tans, a mouse at the foot of my bed thanks to a certain drooling cat who shall remain nameless. Not to mention group vay-kays to san clemente, tennis ball heads, “what’s the weather going to be like tomorrow?”, dishes, mudslides, and caboodles.
Miss you, friend.

by Heather on March 27, 2013

Haha, I get it. But not only are we accidental introverts, we are accidentally old people too. (Like, we go to sleep at 8:45, everything is always too loud, and we get crabby when kids are in our yard). And I agree that group activities require way too much energy and coordination. I guess it’s how you know you have true friends, they put up with the surly-ness!

by Rachel on March 30, 2013

I have always wanted friends with very, very discerning tastes and socially acceptable OCD!

by Erin Huckaby on April 16, 2013

This write-up is AWESOME! and I’m coming over for 6 weeks. You don’t have to worry, I know we’ll be just fine as friends. Oh wait, I live in Chicago. Looks like it’s not going to work out.
I’m an extrovert married to an introvert and throw a couple of kids in and who wants to come over to our messy house? Plus, what if I like you, but don’t care for your kids? Or my kids don’t care for you kids? And, I am down with the group vay-kay! I need re-inforcements and other people’s material (meaning nuances and ticks, in addition to mine) to laugh about and with!

by Jessica on April 17, 2013

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