Lovely Korean Cloth Diapers

A baby preparation landscape

My step brother and his wife are going to have a baby soon (yipee!!). His wife's momma sent her 3 different kinds of cloth diapers from Korea. Some of them are really different than the American variety. They are much thinner and bigger and you fold them many times.

When we first had Isaac her mom sent me a bunch too. We didn't actually use them as diapers because they made such good swaddling blankets for a little one in need of swaddling; The fabric sort of sticks to itself.

We layered them on top of Isaac as little blankets too. I remember Jeremy really getting into the layering. Along with little white cheesecloth like blankets my mom gave us, Jeremy would pile up 5 or 6. It was pretty funny. But it was nice to have choices in thickness.

A one diaper day!

I never thought this would happen.
Well, I knew it would happen someday, but today?  No way!

One loner diaper, 7:30 pm

Woohoo potty!
Yaay Isaac!
And the combination of the two?
Magic, pure magic :)

Beauteous Buns!!

Isaac's buns:  I find them so very irresistible!
His buns are why I stayed up too late the night before last (I'm still tired), immersed in cloth diapers from the website, Preston's Pants.   Please understand that a momma such as myself spends an unbelievable amount of time doing and undoing diaper-pants.  By online shopping late into the night, I was standing up for my artistic sense and state of mind!

Isaac's Pants

Preston's Pants is run by a delightful momma to 3 (Preston being one of them) named Colleen.  She lives in Pennsylvania (I imagine countryside?) and makes the best cloth diapers I have ever seen.  The one the wee Isaac is modelling above and below (on the nice green sort of grass/sort of clover of the Pratt Art Institute), I found at a consignment shop, thus beginning my lovely diaper obsession. 
Seriously, these bun-coverings are like fine little gems, works of art.

check out the gathers!

I am still not done bestowing the virtues of Preston's Pants!  Most of the pants are made custom, so you get to pick all the fabrics and snaps yourself!  Its like being a momma in a fabric shop.  Especially exciting since there has been no time for this momma to go to a fabric shop. 
My "fluffy", as she calls them (because their baby-buns look extra fluffy while wearing cloth!) will arrive in the next few weeks because custom takes a little longer, as I feel it should.
In the meanwhile I will make do (or Isaac will make doo! ha!) with the mass produced ones whose snaps don't even work.
I'm almost done, just one more thing:  Her diapers only cost 5 bucks more.  I'll stop proselytizing now.  The End.  Or really, the beginning!, of the cutest buns ever.

We look to the future...

Goodbye lovely diaper-service

Today officially marks the day that I wash Isaac's diapers, "all by the self," as my little sister used to say, or was that me?  It certainly is not Isaac, yet!
It is such a major day that I felt it should be commemorated on my blog.
I loved my diaper service very much.  Perhaps even more than a person is supposed to love a diaper service?  I just couldn't help myself.
I loved their logo,

I loved the owners email writing style (very...jazzy!)
I loved the stack of pale cottony diapers brightening my dark and dreary brownstone gate.
It was Christmas morning once a week (Thursday mornings); Very exciting for a Jewish gal.
So why on earth would I leave them?
Enter, the potty!
My ode to the potty will come later when I complete an EC (elimination communication) post, but for now, just know that the little guy is using his little potty (of which I am also quite fond) a lot!

fun times

Now that the day is done, I should note that it has not been a perfect diaper transition.  We had some leakage with my home diapers being nowhere near as mega-absorbent as those from Diaperkind, and with me being too shy to potty him at the playground.   But the weather was warm, his pants a relatively fast drying cotton, and my attitude hopeful.  I write as I listen to the swish, swish, swish of the washing machine (first a cool rinse, then hot wash) feeling equal parts triumphant, and ...pooped!