My best kept secret (Okay, one of them) is that I use cloth diapers. They just aren't that popular here and will still get you not sideways looks--but blatant stares and questions on your sanity, and I already get that for homeschooling.
People who use them do it because they are money saving (they save me maybe $400 a year now), or environmentally friendly. I like both reasons, but they're also prettier, and I'm a tad nostalgic.
I'd always wanted to use cloth, but the timing wasn't right. Then when my most recent baby was a few months old a great friend traded me all her diapers and covers for a painting, appropriately, I felt, of two Hebrew midwives I had done in acrylic. It was a mutually blissful and beneficial exchange.
But I had one other challenge--Mr. Owl who, contrary to all other owls, has an excellent sense of smell. As it turned out, by the time I resurfaced the idea I was able to tell him Canary had in them for a month now--with no noticeable smell. There you have it folks--even I can do it.
Here is what I do:
I use them Monday-Friday and disposables at night and on weekends.
I wash them Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.
I have Motherease brand for covers and diapers and love them.
I use fuller cut pants for cloth diapers and trendy slim ones for disponsible.
So this is the first time I have an almost 2y/o and I'm not chomping at the bit to shrink my carbon footprint by potty training. It's worked pretty well for me.
Except that one time.
When my mom and sister came to visit.
I braced myself for their nagging about me not recycling--because it always comes. My mother, whose carbon footprint competes respectfully with someones from the 15th century. My sister who is an Environmental Studies major in the Pacific Northwest. So when they gave me
the look I would throw my hands up and say "Hey-I use cloth diapers--don't give me that!" And that was keeping me afloat until I stumbled and it came out "Hey-I wear cloth diapers!--don't..." Then any credit I'd built for my good name was lost in a pile of snorts and guffaws. That's at me, not with me--we're talking family here.