Saturday, May 18, 2013

My House Was a Crime Scene

I got fluffy mail yesterday! My first two Alvas. They're super cheap so I'm going to use them for a week or so and if they work well for us I'm going to order several more and then we'll be just about set on diapers for this second baby. I now have a total of 6 pocket diapers!

That diaper I had just made last time I posted works really well for my purposes. It's really messy and it isn't ideal for using out and about, but it gets the job done when we're at home. It is easy to put on her without a cover, but fits inside them without too much struggling. Yesterday I made two more in the same shape but this time left the two layers separated in the back so the diaper can be stuffed like a pocket. I haven't tried it yet, I'm eager to see how well it works. My goal is to eventually make a diaper hefty enough to use at night so that all her cute Fuzzibunz can be saved for the daytime. I have one of them stuffed with two of the older Fuzzibunz minky inserts and an Econobum cover on Harper right now. I put a towel down in her bed in case it goes horribly wrong, but I'm feeling optimistic.

So I was just walking around downstairs turning all the lights off when I stepped on something long and sharp. I felt it penetrate my flesh and, thinking it was probably a thumb tack or sewing pin, I very carefully walked over to the couch to sit and examine the injury. I tenderly lifted my foot and discovered that I had actually stepped on an overlooked shard of blender (Rest in peace blender, you were my favorite small kitchen appliance.) and since it was an uneven wound it was bleeding much more than a straight in-and-out pin injury. It was then I happened to look at the nice, clean, light colored carpet in my living room. There was a steady trail of blood soaking into the fibers as I watched. I sat for a moment, assessing the problem. I decided that it wouldn't do much good to clean up all that blood while I was still bleeding, so I went to the kitchen to get the first aid kit. I looked under the sink and remembered that last month, when my dad and I were unpacking boxes, I decided that the upstairs bathroom would be a much more convenient place to keep the things to clean and bandage a gaping wound. Not wanting to have to wash the upstairs carpets also, I folded up a paper towel and put it in the bottom of my flip flop to soak up the blood while I walked up the stairs. I got to the bathroom, washed my foot, and applied a Shrek band aid to the still steadily flowing cut. I then turned to go back downstairs and clean the carpet when I noticed that about halfway up the stairs the paper towel must have become saturated because the trail of blood resumed, following me all the way to the bathroom door. I proceeded to spend the next half hour crawling around my house scrubbing all the blood stains, trying to make it look less like a crime scene. In case you didn't know, Formula 409 gets almost anything out of carpets- including blood.

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