Raise your hand if you were cloth diapered as a baby.
I was born in 1982 and, yup, I was cloth diapered in the traditional “flats-and-prefolds-and-safety pins-and-rubber pants” sort of way. It could have been because we had very little money. It could have been simply because my mother was an economical fiend (in a good way). It could have been because it was how my mother was taught to do things. It also might have been because I was the last of four and my mother wasn’t about to change up her system at that point.
Back then, it wasn’t a hip trend to CD since the only diaper color available, as far as I know, was, um, white. (I still have an affinity for a cute, white-fluffed bum.) Although, seriously, haven’t they come a long way? It wasn’t really done to save the planet, either, … Read More