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Oliver Flynn - 1 Month Old

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I tried getting his one month picture before nursing him after he woke this afternoon. Silly me. My generally-content baby was having none of that.    So we nursed.  And he was pleasant once more.    This is his very first time to wear a cloth diaper. Whoop whoop!   

A Morning of Diapers and Friends

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We have had a lovely day so far! First, PRAISE GOD, the baby slept a good three to three and a half hours between each feeding last night.  It's amazing what an extra 45 minutes to an hour of sleep can do for one's outlook :) Second, I decided that since his umbilical cord has fallen off and his circumcision has healed, we'd try out cloth diapers today.  He hasn't cried any of the times I've changed him today!  And, they look super cute on his little tushy! :)  Haha, they look sooo big on him, but he's cozy, they haven't leaked, and they're downright adorable! See?? We tried out a Charlie Banana diaper first...it's pretty massive, but it's an all-in-one/one-size-fits all diaper.  It's so soft, and the liner is very absorbent.   Then, we tried out a regular unbleached cloth diaper with a Thirsties size 1 diaper cover.  Very cute!  And, third, the two of us headed up to the school to visit with the ladies I was blessed to work w...

Dreams

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I have these dreams of motherhood. No really. Almost nightly, I've been having very vivid, very real dreams about raising our baby.  Cuddling, cloth-diapering, nursing, consoling.  These have been some of the neatest dreams I have ever had.  I think that's the case mostly because those are some of the dreams that I hope to make a reality in a little over five months' time. I can't begin to describe my giddiness over the prospect of cloth diapering!  Of nursing this baby.  Of co-sleeping.  Of baby-wearing ( not the latest fashion trend of wearing-your-child-as-an-accessory ; the carrying of one's child out of comfort, convenience, and closeness). Of cuddling and soothing and rocking and loving.  I look at the rocking chair that's been in our room for months, and I imagine the moments that will be spent in it.  I pass by the nursery on my way to the kitchen or on my way to our bedroom, and I think to myself, "Soon.  Soon there will be a sw...