It's been 200 weeks since my sweet faced, curly-haired, Singing In the Rain singing, ballet dancing, book memorizing, chatterbox of a daughter made me a mom. Technically, 200 weeks and two days, since she was born on a Saturday after all.
From this moment:
Curly haired, chocolate face, flower in her ear girl. You're not quite grown-up. Yet. But you are certainly getting there.
And to celebrate 200 weeks, I decided to spend some good ole' bonding time with size 1 diapers. Oh little size ones...how tiny you are and how sweet you smell and how much I miss you. No, scratch that last part. I don't miss you. Nevertheless, you are quite useful, especially for baby shower gifts.
Last week, when I was at the first annual MOPS auction (whereby I got to finally put my public speaking skills to use and act as the MC) I saw many a lovely items, some of which I even bid on, although I didn't win anything. One thing I didn't bid on but examined quite closely was a diaper cake. Now if you are anything like my students, you know nothing about diaper cakes. You have not heard of diaper cakes. You will even look at me with a skeptical, slightly grossed out expression on your face when I mention the words, "Diaper Cake." At least, that's how my students responded.
However, I have heard something about diaper cakes and after seeing the one up for auction, I thought, "I can make that."
I should say that this thought crosses my mind more than once when I am out window shopping. I see something really cute, think, "I can make that," then go home and promptly decide...not to make it. Or even worse, I'll get all the stuff to make it and then don't. Which explains why I have a couple bins full of craft materials that rarely get used.
Sometimes I even have "I can make that" moments when I'm out grocery shopping. I see a cake; I'm hungry for a cake; I go home, unload groceries, am too tired to make a cake, so I pull out a stack of graham crackers and slather them with frosting instead. Because really, it's all about the sugar anyway.
This time, this encounter with a diaper cake, was going to be different. I was determined. I was focused. I had a baby shower I was going to the very next week. I bought the diapers, Googled "how to make a diaper cake" and decided that because no sewing machine, skill saw, modge podge glue, or knitting was required, quite possibly I could do this.
Well, what do you know? I did it.
I had it all wrapped up and ready to go before realizing that I needed to take a picture of it or no one would believe me. My diaper cake consisted of 56 size one diapers, and then a dozen size 3 diapers to fill out part of the bottom layer (well, I guess technically they're all bottom layers (heh), but you know, the very bottom tier of the cake).
I wrapped up each tier with some ribbon, stuck in a couple toys, my favorite Baby CD, my favorite hand sanitizer (because I suspected the new parents-to-be wouldn't have heard about Purell warnings, being out of the parenting email loop and all), a hat, and a product that I'm reviewing (and giving away two jars of) next week.
If I had thought of it sooner, I would have used Seventh Generation diapers, and used organic cotton ribbons, and then nearly the whole thing would have been environmentally friendly. However, since I haven't yet tried out Seventh Generation diapers, then I stuck with Pampers Swaddlers. They may fill up the landfills, but at least I know they generally do a good enough job doing what they're supposed to do.
Any day now, little George will be making his entrance into the world. When that happens, Gavin and Preeti's life will be forever changed, just like mine was 200 weeks ago.
Carl Sandburg would agree: The world is going on.
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