Bum Genius Cloth Diaper Review

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Bum Genius Cloth Diapers

Today I want to do a review of one of the more popular cloth diapers on the market, and one I have quite a bit of in my stash: Bum Genius!

Bum Genius was actually the very first cloth diaper I had ever heard of. I marveled at the simplicity of the system: A simple pocket with snaps, or aplix (velcro), with an absorbent insert inside. Now, there are dozens of brands out there, but this name stuck with me, so when I had the opportunity to try them, I did, and here’s what I like about the brand….

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Bruce, showing off his “Jules” 4.0 print

Multiple styles to choose from

Bum Genius isn’t just limited to simple pockets (which are their 4.0 Pocket which are still on the market, and the new updated 5.0). They also have two different styles of their AiO (All In One) diapers: The BumGenius Freetime and BumGenius Elemental . What’s the difference between these?

The Pockets are lined with a stay dry fabric, and a inner pocket for the inserts. The Freetime however, has two over-lapping microfiber inserts that are sewn to the insides of the diaper, No stuffing! And they are incredibly trim, unlike pocket diapers (which tend to be a little bulky). The Elemental is made with all organic cotton materials, and the insert itself is part of the diaper. Both materials have their own unique absorption abilities-microfiber can absorb quickly (but not a lot of water after a point). Cotton hold’s more water, but can take longer to absorb. The Elemental is also very trim for an AiO diaper. We use Elementals and Freetimes during the day, and 4.0/5.0 pockets at night (so we can double stuff them!)

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A “Mirror” solid color Freetime
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The inside of the “Freetime” diaper with the mircofiber flaps
unfolded
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inside of Freetime, properly folded and
ready for baby

The colors and prints are to die for!
Bum genius has a very unique color palette, and their shades do not disappoint! And their prints are super cute, and fun! Bruce has quite the little collection, and with so many to choose from, it makes coordinating outfits so easy!

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He has gotten a little harder to manage for photo shoots – wearing this
limited edition Chelsea Perry print, “Eiffel Tower” 4.0
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“Spencer” 4.0
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At the Great cloth Diaper Change wearing a
White Elemental solid

 

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He hates having onesies snapped – but it
matches this “Sassy” solid Elemental!

 

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A “Grasshopper” 4.0
(that’s Mommy’s lipstick on his forehead, promise!)

The fit is great…
but my son has always been chunky. But with the snap rise adjusted, most babies 8-35 lbs can wear any style. The only thing I have noticed about Bum Genius brands, are that the elastics tend to wear out easier with my chunky butt, but replacing them are super-easy and they actually have refresher kits for them (as well as aplix if you have those!).

I have a wide variety of brands within my stash, but I’ll admit, I do like my Bum Genius when I need a trimmer option for going out, or a nice fit for nighttime solutions. And some outfits, just need that certain color or theme!
What’s some of your favorites? Have you tried Bum Genius yet?
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Mispronouncing German: Our First Youtube Video!

I must give my husband all the credit with this endeavour.

Making YouTube videos is something I’ve always wanted to do. getting over the anxiety of watching (and especially listening) to myself on camera is another thing all together. But my dear husband, who is very skilled in german, and fluent in Russian, being the trilingual genius that he is, thinks it is absolutely hilarious to force me into trying to speak languages of which I have no prior knowledge of.

Eventually, because we want our son to also speak multiple languages other than our native English, I will have to learn (you can read my post about this on Working Mommy Abroad). For now, it’s just humorous to listen to me try.

If anything, even if we don’t get a lot of subscribers or even views, this will help my on-screen anxiety. And I love how supportive and enthusiastic my husband is about starting this. Although once comfortable, I’ll probably take my channel back for some of the vlogs I have been desiring to create.

He doesn’t get too involved with my blog, so this is a fun project we can do together (and one day, maybe Bruce will join us!). And will probably branch off into a lot of other videos, including different languages. If you like it, and want to see more, please subscribe to the channel!


And thank you for watching! At this point, anything that will help me deal with watching myself on screen, helps.

5 Reasons I Love/Hate Breastfeeding


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So, to commemorate our breastfeeding journey that is going on 14 months strong, I have compiled my list of 5 reasons it absolutely sucks…and why it’s also awesome, at the same time!

It’s not an easy feat for any mother to accomplish-and many can’t, due to production issues and a variety of other causes. But, it did come somewhat naturally to us, for which I am very grateful. But that doesn’t mean I still can’t be frustrated from time to time. Which brings us to our first reason…

1. It’s time consuming…
Especially in the first few weeks (or even months!) when Baby is cluster feeding. You’re pretty much confined to one area for X amount of time. Some mothers are super-duper multitaskers and can do a lot of things while feeding, but I still can’t. Nope-when Bruce wants to nurse, we sit down and make a meal out of it. I learned early on if I tried walking through the store with him in a wrap, that boob was eventually going to come out, and then we have other issues, like for instance….

2. Leakage…
At first, if we didn’t nurse every two hours at the most, my shirt was soaked (if not squirting across the room with let-down). And every time we did nurse, I would have so much engorgement in the other breast, that ounces would be wasted on those nifty reusable pads that are absolute must for every breastfeeding mother. Bruce also has a habit of leaving the tap running if he pulls off quickly. But, there’s hope… a milk-saver is a life saver! You’re able to save all the let-down and use for extra feedings, milk baths, or freezing. And it will save you from a wet top. I really loved the Milkies Milk Saver for catching all the extra milk. It fit inside all my nursing bras, and bruce was able to get sometimes an extra 16 ounces by how much i was producing. It saved my laundry as well. For those times when we couldn’t use the Milk Saver, we went with these awesome Organic Bamboo nursing pads-so absorbent, and the best part? Reusable!


3. Nursing bras are the worst

I hate a very special hate for nursing bras. I always get mine tangled, the pads inside become wonky, and it’s usually a hassle for the less-coordinated like myself, to snap them back up very fast.It’s hard to find cute ones (or maybe I’m just picky…actually, I know I’m picky) and they don’t always accommodate every outfit. It took a while but I did finally come across some that I can deal with…removeable pads, easy to breathe material, and best part? Affordable!

4. Your body isn’t necessarily your own…
As I mentioned with the time consumption, be prepared that your breasts, aren’t really yours for a time-they belong to the baby. To be used whenever necessary, needed, wanted, or even just out of boredom. Breastfed babies love their boobs! Naturally, they will want them a lot-and when they do, you’ll know it. Sometimes even at the worst times. My son has tried pulling my top down in enough stores to confirm this.
5.  Some people are NOT pro-breastfeeding…
It’s sad, but it is true. Yes, there are laws in place that allow you to feed anywhere, with or without a cover, but it’s still a pretty taboo thing in today’s society. Nearly every day there is another report of a mother being shamed into a back room, bathroom stall, or asked to leave an establishment entirely, because she is trying to nurse her child. This makes most breastfeeding mothers anxious and angry, especially if like my child, their’s refuses to use a cover. I’m the first to whip it out whenever necessary to provide sustenance for my child (my “give a f*ck list” is incredibly short), but that still doesn’t mean I’d like to try avoiding confrontation with the small minded.
…but all these things aside, here’s my top 5 reasons it’s also, like, the best thing ever….
5. You have downtime (and an excuse to excuse yourself)
The time you’ll spend lounging on the couch (or in bed) while nursing will give you ample time to catch up on social media, binge-watch youtube, or even read a book. That’s after you’ve talked to your baby, sang to them, told all those stories you’ve been waiting to tell a little one since you learned you were pregnant. Whatever it takes to keep you from going stir-crazy while sitting in one spot. And in an awkward social situation, like visiting relatives, when you really want to get out of a conversation-the baby will magically need to nurse!
4. It helps you build a schedule
At least, it helped me. Even with cluster feeding, my son pretty much nursed about the same time throughout the day. So we got into a routine of nursing, napping, nursing, playing, nursing…you get the picture. Especially with a newborn, everything about your life will begin to revolve around baby and on his schedule. So let it help you rebuild yours.
3. Your boobs will look amazing!
If like me, you’ve been mostly small chested your whole life, you will love this phase of life where you look amazing in anything you wear (although you’ll probably go for breastfeeding friendly clothes most the time). It’s natures boob-job and so much more cost-efficient than a real one. Just enjoy them while they last…
2. Your body is doing something incredible!
While your baby has pretty much taken it over since conception, keep in mind that what you’re doing while nursing, is a pretty awesome thing. You’re providing the most nourishing, natural way for your child to grow and develop, and that’s a wonderful feat. There are a lot of women who, biologically, just don’t have the means to produce (and really want to!) and here you are-just doing it! Doing what women have done literally since the dawn of time, to ensure their offsprings survival (in the days before formula). Not to mention just how healthy breast milk is for your child, providing vitamins and nutrients still not synthetically developed or available in formula. And you are bonding with your child like only you and your baby can. Cherish these times, if anything, for those who cannot.
And the number one reason (I think) that despite all the annoying inconveniences, breast feeding is still the best thing ever…
1. If you choose to breastfeed, you will find an overwhelming amount of support
Yes, there’s always those people who will *try* to shame you and for some reason, don’t like to see it (or know that mothers do it), but there is actually a great support system surrounding breastfeeding. Entire groups and organizations built for the sole purpose of education, encouragement, and providing resources to help facilitate all your breastfeeding needs. One of my personal favorites, with a local league in nearly every town, is the La Leche League. Just by talking to fellow mamas who are going down the same path in terms of feeding their baby, you can find a lot of great advice, and support amongst peers. Breastfeeding is becoming increasingly more accepted with all the awareness spread by these groups, and fellow mother’s as well.
This list was written with humor, but all joking aside-I’m not bashing formula (or tube) feeding in any way, shape, or form. But honestly, breastfeeding can suck. It can be tedious, annoying, inconvenient, frustrating, and downright a pain (and I haven’t even touched on sore, cracked, bleeding nipples, mastitis, or the disappointment of spilling 12 ounces of pumped milk that took an hour to get out).
But I believe it is worth all the tears to be able to provide what I feel is the best nutrition for my child, and to take part in one of the best bonding experiences we were ever able to have together. The pros really do outweigh all the cons.
Do you agree with these lists? What’s some of the downfalls (or upsides?) you have experienced as a nursing mom?
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Ready For Another Kid?

I honestly hate when people ask me this.

My son is only 13 months old. He’s our first, and we wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world. But at this point in time, am I ready to have another child?

And I ready to go through another nine months of pregnancy with all the marvelous bells and whistles that come attached to creating another human being? Morning sickness, odd cravings like pepperoni wrapped in sour gummy worms (don’t knock it til you’ve tried it), heartburn that could make even the biggest, meanest trucker cry….

And then a newborn while my first is still in diapers? Most likely tandem feeding as well. And Bruce already squirms and kicks, performing “gymnurstics”…and I ready to break up sibling booby fights?

The answer is no. Very simply, no.

The thought of two babies in diapers simultaneously, terrifies me. If you’ve ever fought the poop-explosions, then you know why I have this legitimate fear. So then when would be a good time to have another one?

It seems like in the last two months, I’m asked this question more often. Maybe once you hit the first child’s first birthday, you’re due to have another one? I don’t know. But I do know that I’m not quite ready to begin the newborn stage a second time, just yet. I find it rather humorous that I’m asked that alot. As if the person is secretly hoping I’ll actually pause to think about it and say, “You know, I never thought about it! Thank you for bringing it up! I think I will start on that immediately! Of course I want another baby! But first, I need to get this one off the coffee table he just learned to climb on top of…”

I’m still enjoying my first child as somewhat a baby. He’s still very young. Very cute. Very much still a baby, even as we progress into the toddler stage.

And the farther we get away from those cluster feedings, crying fits, and completely sleepless nights; the less I miss those trying times. Sure, I miss my little guy being so tiny and new. But I love how much more interactive and responsive he is now! I fondly remember my husband holding him at a week old, questioning me about how long he would have to wait before Bruce began laughing and playing with him. Now, he is able to giggle, and play with toys, and have conversations. Granted, it’s baby babble with few words, but it’s still (for my husband’s benefit) better than a blank stare and confused eyes.

Maybe one day, when he’s a lot older, and I have baby blues, we will want another little one crawling around. But for now, we can let Bruce be the only one. And he’s going to be a baby for a while longer.

I enjoy getting him to bed at a decent enough hour (even if he doesn’t stay). I’m enjoying him being able to entertain himself for a few minutes so I can get things done. I’m not ready to begin all over with another in tow. I don’t know when I will be. I just know it’s not right now.

It seems like I usually get this question when Bruce is throwing a tantrum or being especially fussy. Then I wonder if it’s a secret joke that parents of more than one child share with each other. Like a bet made amongst themselves that I’d never be willing to pull it off again, if I even have by now. And that’s a pretty sad thought. Having a baby is hard. And raising a baby is hard. And while we can make jokes about getting (sometimes slightly) painful/permanent things done like tattoos, plastic surgery, or (gulp) marriage, and say “Oh, I bet she’ll never do that again!”…having kids shouldn’t be one of those kinds of jokes.

The size of my family only matters to me, no one else. And the opinions of others aren’t going to make me drag my husband into the bedroom to make another one (although he’d probably like some of that plan). Your role as a parent isn’t defined by how many children you have. And you’re allowed to take as much time as needed in between making them…or not.

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Too Many Irons In The Fire

I don’t know who, if anyone has noticed, but I have been very quiet on the blog lately.

As it sometimes does, Life has a way of derailing things; goals, plans, and opportunities. Here, it’s really just been taking my attention away from writing and putting it elsewhere. But, when you take a break from certain things, that’s when your creative juices have time to start flowing, and ideas form.

Ideas, I’ve plenty. Time, however, is another issue.

Our little boy keeps us very busy. Play dates, family visits, and adventurous outings, keep us going a lot. So when we do have a quiet day at home, it’s cherished. My husband has new career opportunities he’s pursuing, and with them come the anxiety of moving to a new city. So between keeping the 13th month old busy, spending what time I can with my husband, and running a household in “on stand by to stand by” mode, at the end of the day; I’m exhausted. All I want to do is veg out, watch trash tv on my tablet, and procrastinate about finishing those four other articles I’m supposed to be writing.

It’s important to not allow yourself to be “spread too thin.” Even more so as a parent, and a partner. I hate not being able to commit to things as much as everyone wants, but sometimes, that’s just the way she goes.

First, I’m a parent. That’s a given. Secondly, I’m a wife. And my marriage requires a certain amount of upkeep that demands attention. My friends, hobbies, passions, and Bachelor reruns come last, if at all. If I’m really lucky, I’ll do my nails while I’m watching Bachelor. I’m usually not that lucky,

So it’s pretty safe to say, I sometimes forget to call that friend back for a nice phone conversation. I may cancel plans for lunch, and I may totally space out booking another get together. But I know what happens when I try to take everything on.

I become too absorbed in trying to accomplish it all, and then frustrated when things don’t work out exactly according to plan. In the end, nothing gets done and I feel even worse, as if the day was wasted.

It’s much easier for everyone, but mostly me, if I delegate responsibilities as I can, and even decline offers when I know I probably should. Even if this means not touching my computer for nearly a month to finish a blog post. It’ll always be there. But some things, like my family, are more important.

In the time it’s taken me to write this, Bruce has gotten up three times and decided he was NOT going to be sleeping in his crib, and has succumbed to sleep on the couch next to me. I’m afraid to move him, and since sleep is so important, I will be snuggling him here. I’ll at least get a trash tv buddy.

It’s too easy to let life overwhelm you when you have so much on your plate. You have to just, as hard as it is, relax a little and think about what’s more important: When you find yourself just carrying the baby all the way upstairs to only get half-way down before they realize you’ve abandoned them to their own bed, and you don’t want to continue this routine five more times that night; then don’t. I believe it’s ultimately more important that you and your kid both have rest, and sanity. If you can let them camp out with you in your bed (or couch), and you both get rest, then do that. It’s not worth stressing over.

Because let’s say I continued the song and dance-we will go back and forth all night, until he catches a second wind and then can’t go back to sleep. We will both get up tomorrow cranky. I have a cocktail party on Saturday I have to prepare for, which means cleaning/organizing the house, and a shopping trip to the grocery store planned around naps my son will now, not be taking because he’s cranky. I’ll forget to call my guest list because I’ll be rushed. I’ll snap at my husband for putting grease and oil stained clothes from his car project, on the newly mopped laundry room floor. He won’t help Saturday when I really need Bruce entertained as I cut up cheese, because I yelled at him. Bruce, who was cranky the day before and will most likely have fought good sleep again throughout that night, will become the top contender for the ‘Clingy Baby Award’ and during my hundredth attempt to placate him with a toy;I’ll remember that I never called my guest list, and wonder why I ever bother to agree to hosting cocktail parties.

It seems like I can avoid a lot of that stress by just not worrying about the upcoming tasks at hand, or even how early I must be up in the morning. And just snuggle this spoiled  little Goober on the couch, watch tv until I know he’s passed out enough to put in his crib, and try to slowly take each minute of the day as easily as possible. If I get something done, great. If not, then the oil and dirt streaks on the floor will make a great conversation piece during my cocktail party, that my husband will actually attend because he won’t be pouty. That’s if anyone shows up, because I’m not going to worry about calling them. That’s what facebook invites are for.

It’s not good for anyone to have too many irons in the fire. So I’m only going to pick out the hottest to deal with.

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