Luck Be A Lady (Named Kati) Tonight

Ever since I found out that there is always some sort of drawing going on to win free diapers (cloth diapers!!!) or other diapering accessories, I have been entering contests left and right. One night while checking my daily enterings I discovered I did have some of the Cordoza luck in me after all and won some awesome cloth wipes. Usually I feel I am the less-lucky of my sisters, they are always winning at stuff like slots or any other gambling--which I now realize makes them sound like big gamblers, but they are not, I SWEAR! Anyway, it was a hodgepodge of wipes made up of different patterns and fabrics (flannel and hemp fleece--which I am in L.O.V.E. with). After that win I kind of gave up on entering other contests because 1) It took too much time to do all the different tasks each contest requested and 2) I would kind of feel guilty winning another contest. So...yeah.

Now, instead of entering contests for diapering stuff I've decided to order some organic bamboo flannel fabric to make my own wipes. So far I have been using the wipes I won as well as extra baby wash cloths that we have an over abundance of. Don't worry, those wash cloths won't be making their way back into the bath tub.

I ordered the bamboo fabric online (because I am cool like that) and and I am on pins and needles waiting for it to arrive at the Post Office. I am trying to decide whether I should leave it in it's natural un-bleached state or maybe do a fun little tie dying project with Ella. The website I ordered it from states it dyes beautifully. Paul voted for leaving it the way it is because he HATES (with all capital letters) tie dye. Paul said it would be appropriate, though, for him to wipe Quinn's little squishy bum (my description, not his) with tie dye wipes because of his dislike for tie dye.

In other diapering news (which I am sure all of you love reading about), we made the switch from disposable Pull-Ups to cloth ones for Ella. She is pretty much potty trained during the day except for an accident here or there, but she doesn't have night time down yet. You are probably wondering why we didn't switch her over to cloth when we did Quinn, and I am wondering that myself. Besides the fact that the pull-ups she is now using look like little mushroom pants on her, which is actually kind of cute, they work great, and I only had to buy four pair because I wash all the diapers every other day or two at most.

On that note, I will leave you with a picture of Ella's and Quinn's unmentionables drying in the sun.

Kevin?

I was taking my last and final bag (more on this later) of soiled Pull-Ups out to the garbage today when I heard this:

Turn up your speakers to get the full effect, unless you are at work, then I advise you don't turn your speakers on at all unless you want to get busted for not working (plus the person in the cubical next to you might think you have a wild bird in the office).

I swore it was Kevin, the bird from the movie Up, until the end when I figured it was probably just a crow. But still! It sounded a little crazy at first and I imagined a giant wild non-native-to-Washington bird out there. That's why I don't go outside after dark, I have a too wild of an imagination.

I also advise anyone who has not seen Up yet to rent it tonight, or tomorrow, or whenever you can. I literally cried while watching it. Darn you Pixar, I thought it would be a feel-good cute little movie for Ella and I was balling my eyes out.

Quiverin' Quinn: Episode 1

Since my conversations with Quinn are mostly one-sided, it's only fair to have some other way to document moments I have with him. I mean, we are supposed to be fair as parents and Ella has "Conversations" so Quinn is getting "Quiverin'" posts.

Now let me explain. Since the moment Quinn was born he showed signs of being startled very easily and sometimes at the most normal things, thus the nickname Quvierin' Quinn came about. I debated whether it was in good judgement or not to create a section in my blog dedicated to this, but after a lot of thought between Paul and me (approximately several whole minutes) we decided that it's not something that would scar him down the road. At the most Quinn being easily startled should last for only a few years, we hope. Plus, it would be a good way to document these first funny memories we have with Quinn. And so, I felt that it would be fun to share the odd startles Quinn has on a daily basis. Starting with today's, which goes something like this:

Me: As Quinn sits in my lap facing away from me, I take a sip from my coffee, not a loud sip, but not a quiet sip.

Quinn: His body jerks and he throws his hands up in the air, turns his head in my direction to investigate the strange sound that came from behind him. Quinn then turns back to watching his sister playing.

Me: Another sip from my coffee.

Quinn: Again, body jerks and his arms fly up in the air. He turns and looks at me with one eyebrow up and a look that says "What the HECK was that?".

Me: "Sorry Quinn, but I need my coffee."

This took place several more times until the cup was empty.

ETA: Happy Birthday to Halie!

A Conversation with Ella #14

I know I just posted a conversation with Ella, but this one had me cracking up. This conversation took place just moments ago.

Ella: Knocking on my chest, "You have boobies in."

Me: Laughing, "Yes, I just put my boobies in."

Ella: Knocking on me again, "How do you put them in? Do you hammer them in?"

Me: Laughing.

Quinn starts to fuss over the monitor.

Ella: "You are waking Quinn up."

A Conversation with Ella #13

This is rather a statement by Ella than a conversation.

Ella: Holding an apple in her hand, "Princesses don't eat apples" and then sets it back down in the fruit bowl and walks away.

Don' worry, she ate a pear later for lunch.