Drybees cloth diaper winners!

Random.org helped me pick my six winners!

Congrats to Momof3munchkins, Momof3dolls, Danielle, Kara, Gwenn and Keyalus.


Thanks for participating everyone! That was so much fun, I'm sure we'll be doing it again soon.

The no 'poo update

Some of you may remember that I took the plunge a few months ago and decided to ditch my shampoo. Yup, that's right, I haven't shampooed my hair in THREE months. To find out why I could possibly think this is a good idea, check out this article.

I stuck to my baking soda and apple cider vinegar routine for a few weeks before I hit rock bottom. My scalp was itching like it was dry, but my hair was greasy! I found a recipe online for a leave in conditioner with olive oil, banana and eggs that left specks of banana in my hair for days and left my hair smelling like a trash can. I was this close to quitting.

In a last ditch effort, I decided to substitute the ACV with lemon juice to see if that would help. It didn't help the itchy scalp, but I DID like not smelling like french fries.

About a week later, I started noticing a difference in my hair. I've settled into a routine now that has my hair looking great and feeling healthy. Here's what works for me:

Before I shower, I squeeze half a lemon into a plastic cup. I keep a big box of baking soda under my bathroom sink and dump about a 1/4 cup (I have long hair!) into another plastic cup.

1. Wet hair

2. Dump a teaspoon of baking soda into your hand and make a paste with water.

3. Scrub scalp and hair systematically; repeat until baking soda is gone.

4. Rinse thoroughly.

5. Add water to lemon juice.

6. Carefully pour lemon juice and water mixture into your hair.

7. Let it sit for a minute or two. Rinse.

Done! I'm telling you, my hair feels so silky smooth afterwards. As for the smell, there is none. When your hair smells all fruity and flowery when you get done shampooing your hair, that's because it's leaving something in your hair, causing nasty build-up. This routine truly cleans your hair, leaving absolutely no smell behind at all.

At a maximum, I only wash twice a week. I know for some of you that's going to send shivers down your spine, but it seriously doesn't need it. Today is a wash day and it doesn't even feel, look or smell greasy. If I really feel the need to wash it on an off day, I'll just do a lemon juice rinse.

Do I have any no 'poo readers? I'd love to hear what routine you use!

I am crafty, yes I am!

Well, not this kind of crafty, more like this kind.

My dad is the most creative person I know. I'm always bouncing ideas off of him because he has a great way of looking at things from a new and different angle. All my life I've been convinced that those creative genes passed me by in favor of my many uber creative sisters. Lately, I'm been determined to cultivate what creative genes I do have by just biting the bullet and creating!

I haven't used a sewing machine for anything but small projects in ages. I mean, it's been a really long time. On Friday, I dusted it off (literally, it's been the garage since we moved in March) and made a dress for Peanut. I can't believe I got through the entire project in one afternoon (This is due in a large part to the fact that Peanut cooperated by taking two very long naps)! I even found time to make a matching Heather Bailey (check her out, she seriously amazing!) headband. We don't usually do headbands, but every once in awhile I feel the urge to make up for her lack of hair by drawing more attention to it throwing something cute in it.

I'm pretty pleased with the results. Especially considering that the 2nd page of the instructions was missing from the pattern and I had to just wing it. You'll notice that none of these pictures are close-ups and that's definitely on purpose.

You won't be seeing any tutorials or ingenius sewing tips on here anytime soon, but I'm feeling confident enough to at least share a couple pictures!

Okay, so that was more than a couple. But that last one was just for fun. 'Cause my little girl is so stinkin' funny.

Here's to being crafty!

Hide your kittens!

One of my in-laws barn cats had kittens about a month ago and yesterday I took Peanut over to "play" with them...with camera in tow of course!

I'm really, really hoping that no PETA activists read my blog, I don't want to get into trouble! But seriously, no kittens were harmed in the taking of these pictures...

"Here kitty, kitty, kitty! Gotcha!"

"You shouldn't try to run away from me, little kitty!"

"Here, mom! You want to hold him? He's too wiggly for me."

"It's okay, kitty. Mom said I shouldn't hold you like that. I'm really, really sorry if I hurt your neck!"

"Do you like my kitty kisses?"

"Oh, alright. You can go, I'll torture hold your brother for awhile."

"Let me help you down."

"This one is wiggly too!"

"Stay still, little kitty. I won't squeeze you too much."

"Two are better than one!"

"Shhhh, don't tell her where I'm hiding!"

Drayken's Birth Story

Molly's Note: After skipping a week (sorry, guys!), I'm back to my old tricks! More wonderful natural birth stories! This is a special home waterbirth story from Mandy, mom to three gorgeous kiddos that you can find over at her blog, Bona Fide Mama.

Drayken's Birth Story

I am filled with joy to be able to share my birth story with you. At the beginning of my pregnancy, I had become uncertain about homebirth and whether or not I was quite "up to the challenge" for a second go around! Somehow I found the strength to carry on and fight against my doubts though. And boy am I glad that I did.

All day long on Saturday, March 14th I'd felt a little different. From an upset stomach to feeling as if I might just jump right out of my skin, I knew that the birth day couldn't be too far off. Friday night and all day Saturday I'd experienced the loss of my mucous plug and a "bloody show". But still no contractions really to speak of. So Saturday, despite everyone's exhaustion, we went out to a special story time at Barnes and Noble and then on an endless search for some syrup dispenser bottle for my husband (to whom I will refer as the Captain because, well, he's a pirate) to use when making his ridiculous chocolate (we have a small business making raw, organic, vegan chocolates).

After a long walk through Old Time Pottery, I had to break it to the kids that we were NOT going to make it to Center for the Arts for free game night. We were going to have to go home and I had to rest. I was just simply pooped. So we all came home and the kids moaned and groaned while the Captain and I made two awesome pizzas with artichoke hearts, spinach, sun dried tomatoes, mushrooms, goat and soy cheeses, veggie "chicken" and "pepperoni", onions, and fresh garlic on a fresh Trader Joe's garlic and herb crust!

I ate and ate and never seemed to really get full (which is why I later treated myself to some Soy Delicious Chocolate Sorbet and Purely Decadent Coconut Milk plain coconut "ice cream" topped with vegan chocolate sauce). The Captain went out for a while (the kids were insane!) to just get away for a little while and I put the kids to bed by reading them four stories and then turning on "Full House". I started having a few contractions and kept having to use the rest room. At some point, I headed to bed. I think that I fell asleep at around 10:00 but at 10:30, the contractions woke me up. So I got up and walked around and then sat in the living room talking to a few people online. I was pretty confused and disoriented because I barely remember any of that. I hated to call my midwife if, in fact, this wasn't the real thing. But this just felt different. There was a lot of moisture! I didn't know what to think. I talked a friend or two for a little while and then felt a small gush... I just knew that my water had started to break. But, of course, I had been paranoid about my water breaking for weeks. Anyway, I told my friend that I had to go (on Facebook chat) and ran to the bedroom with the phone. I told The Captainl to call my midwife (Daphne) and I headed to the bathroom to turn on the bathtub. The combination of so much moisture and so much pain... it seemed logical to get in the tub! At about that moment, my water most certainly broke. Everywhere. All over the floor.

This was it.

Then I was handed the phone... my midwife wanted to talk to me. I had no interest in talking (I hate the phone on a normal day) but it seems she just wanted to be sure by listening to me "talk or not talk" through the contractions. I was unable to talk through the contractions. I gave the phone back to the Captain and she was on her way.

I stayed in the tub for two hours. My midwife showed up, my friend Anna showed up, and still the kids remained asleep. Score! After a while, I needed to get out of the tub. They helped me into a night gown and we made our way to the living room. I tried drinking a Spirutein smoothie. I forced down an Emergen C. We talked a bit. The contractions started to come more and more often... and were becoming more intense. I felt a bit sick to my stomach. I became shaky. Sitting on the toilet was not fun. At this point, my midwife suggests that I get back in the tub and I can't help but agree. The birthing assistant or "midwife in training"(Heather) showed up at some point and I was glad to see her. Just one more sweet supportive person to join the party! I was only in the tub for a few moments when Heather checked me and announced that the baby's head was "right there" and I was at an 8... but that it could go really fast. And boy did it. Within two contractions, I felt the need to push. I never fully felt the need to push when I was giving birth to my second child who I also had at home. I understood finally what I had been reading for years about how you would just know. I needed to push. They helped me turn over on my knees and I did a few pushes that way. And then I had to turn back over. My sweet hubby got into the tub behind me and helped hold me up while I pushed. I did a few little wimpy pushes and then suddenly I was able to push hard enough to get his head out. There he was! I was pretty exhausted at this point but I knew that if I pushed hard enough, it would be over and I could go to sleep. That is literally what got me through those last few pushes. I just wanted to be done. So, I pushed him out and it felt totally different in the water. Immediately after he came out, I felt exhilarated. It was an awesome high! And his smell... amazing. I wish that I could bottle that smell! Unlike after having my daughter, I didn't immediately feel contractions so I had to wait a little while to deliver the placenta. I had asked someone to go get my son because he was already awake and waiting for baby brother to be born. He came into the bathroom, oohed and ahhed over how cute he was and then immediately said that he had to go wake up sister. She was not thrilled about being woken but once she finally understood what was going on, she was excited. My son was obsessed with the placenta (called everything but that) and kept wanting to see it. When it finally came out, I'm not even sure if he looked at it! "They" took care of it!

I felt much better than I expected to after the delivery. Hubby was able to help me get a shower and I got dressed and into bed. It was then that the little guy decided he needed to nurse and he ate... and ate... and then ate some more. What a blessing! We knew then that he was going to be a champion nurser and that was at least one thing I'd not have to worry about. The kids and I got to watch him have his newborn exam and we learned that he was 21 inches long and 7lbs 11oz. He scored an 8 on the first apgar and a 10 on the second one.After the midwives left, my friend Anna stayed with me while hubby took the older siblings over to their grandparents' house. When I woke back up, he was home and ready to nap with me. We had a very peaceful and restful day and the baby slept very well. For this I was terribly thankful.

Our first night was pretty easy. Adjusting to having another baby was so strange and surreal in a lot of ways. We received an outpouring of love from friends and family. Offers of food, help, and prayers are so appreciated at a time like this. I suppose the hardest part is having to help two other small children adjust to mommy's need to rest, baby's need to rest, and the fact that they can't "play" with baby and must be very careful with him. I can already tell that they are going to be awesome older siblings and that "Playdough boy" (sister has decided that he smells like Playdough) will be well loved and protected. I can't wait to see their relationships develop. Sibling love is something that fascinates me as I missed out on it!

Originally, the baby's name was Indygo. We decided to make this our last baby, though, and once that decision was made, I realized that this would be my last chance to name a child after my mother. So, I suggested to the Captain that we add the name Giovanni. My mom's name was Joan Yvonne. Giovanni means the same thing as John and, therefore, Joan. Plus, the names share "von". Seemed perfect. He was open to dropping Indygo and adding Giovanni as the middle name. And there you have it. Our baby's name means "Lord of the Dragons" and "God is Gracious". And it's a tribute to both of our mothers (my mother-in-law's middle name is Jean) and a dear family friend, Jon. I'm happy with it. The only problem is that the kids keep calling him Baby Indy. So, that might be his nick name I suppose!

Drayken has proven the theory, as least in our case, about babies who are born in water being more peaceful and easy going. Today he is a happy 3 month old baby who grins a lot and flirts with women. He is the delight of my heart and I am so thankful to be his mommy.

Thanks so much for reading my story. I'd love to talk with any moms who are interested in homebirth or answer any of your birthing questions. I'd also love to have you follow my blog at Bona Fide Mama. I'm looking forward to "meeting" you!

Drybees cloth diaper review and giveaway!

I've been using a variety of Drybees diapers for over a year now and I can honestly say that they are among my favorite cloth diapers.

While Drybees offers a variety of cloth diapers, my absolute favorite is the Hybrid All-in-One (AIO). This diaper is made with a built in micofiber insert that makes the diaper completely functioning without adding an insert or putting on a cover.

Now for the "hybrid" part: This diaper is made with a nifty little pocket in the back that allows you to double the absorbancy of the diaper by adding an insert. I just love the flexiblity this gives me! For everyday use, the built in insert offers plenty of absorbancy for Peanut. If I know we are going out to run errands or she's going down for a nap, I'll throw in a doubler to give her a little extra protection in the event that she doesn't get a diaper change for a few hours.

In short, this I totally love this diaper! It really has it all - super trim fit, adorable prints and colors and superior leak protection.

Now, let's get to the good part. I'm sitting here looking at six gorgeous AIO hybrid diapers that the wonderful folks over at Drybees just sent me! And while I'm extremely tempted to keep a couple for myself, I'm giving them ALL away! Here's how the giveaway will work:

Since I have six diapers, I want to spread the fluffy love around. That means there will be SIX winners! I have two diapers of each size, one in a girly color or print, one in a gender neutral or boy color.

First Entry (required):

Leave me a comment with the following information:

(1) What size and color preference (boy or girl) you are entering to win, and

(2) Which other products from the Drybees site you might be interested in.

Addtional Entries:

(1) Become a follower of this blog and then leave a comment.

(2) Become a subscriber and then leave a comment.

(3) Follow me on twitter and tweet about this giveaway (make sure you come back and leave a comment with your tweet link!).

(4) Blog about this giveaway and then leave me a comment with the URL.

I will be reviewing each entry, so make sure you follow the rules!

Contest will end on July 2nd and the winners will be announced on July 3rd. If you don't have an email link on your blogger page or blog, please include it in your comment! If I don't get an email response from you within 48 hours, I'll chose someone else.

Happy entering!

Two special dads

Can I introduce you to my two favorite dads?

My dad is the hardest worker I know and is the epitome of selflessness and a true example of a servant. He is my hero in every sense of the word. I love you, Daddy!

My sweet hubby is a great daddy to our little girl and I wouldn't want to be on this parenting journey with anyone else. I love you, babe!