Boy, a 2-year old can be a challenge. Especially since "stop sitting on your baby sister" has little meaning to him. It's a good thing he's cute.

Our community pool opened today. The boy loved the kiddie pool, although he can unfortunately work the latch that opens the gate to the fence surrounding the kiddie pool. Some help that is! It started raining all too soon, so we had to head home.

I've been thinking about how I'm a big breastfeeding advocate because it's the natural way, the way God intended. In a much earlier post I mentioned I was trying cloth diapers on our son, well, it didn't last. He didn't like the way they felt and I didn't like washing them. So back to the evil disposables. I know I can feel a bit superior to those who don't breastfeed (hey, I don't claim that it's right, it's just the way I feel), but I wonder if cloth diaperers feel superior to the likes of me because they consider that more natural. But what is the most natural way to diaper? Really, I guess NO diapers! Then we get into a practice I really don't understand in a part of the world with refuse disposal and sewer systems, elimination communication. Learn to recognize your baby's signals as to when they're going to "go." What amuses me about this is the parents who say their child only has one accident or so a day. That would be too much for me! Well, we all have our passions.

Better go pay attention to the 2-year old before he starts destroying things. ;)
- posted by Anne @ 4:44 PM