biodegradable nappies

I tried on Lewis these biodegradable nappies and they're really good. They're not bleached and apparently, they decompose in 8 weeks, unlike the commonly used nappies widely available in shops that take almost a hundred years to decompose!

Why don't you try them on your babies? It's guilt-free to use them and you help save the environment!

Pop goes the weasel

Zak is used to being tickled by his daddy as soon as he wakes up in the morning. He now expects it. However I told K to stop it because it's so annoying to listen to two kids screaming early in the morning.

When Zak jumped onto K as reminder of the rough and tickle time and didn't get a reaction, he threatened his daddy: "Daddy! I'm gonna pop your willy!"

To eat or not to eat

I started doing aerobics at my local gym not because of my post-natal weight but because of these incidents:

1. Last Sunday, K took me and the kids shopping for clothes to wear during Lewis' baptism in a few weeks time. I tried on a white halter-neck dress and asked K for his opinion. "Do I look fat in this?" His answer: "You look fat in everything, darling."

2. So I tried a lovely black and white wrap dress. This time I asked Zak's opinion. "What do you think of mummy in this dress?" "You're not a grandma yet, mummy."

3. We passed by a charity shop and decided to browse in. The shopkeepers crowded around the pram to coo on Lewis while Zak was fending off their questions. K meanwhile wandered around the shop and ended up inspecting their videos. He then pulled two and displayed them, presumably for me to see and asked in a rather loud voice, but not before everybody in the shop turned their heads to look at the videos. "Which one do you like?"

One was a 1988 (yes, that old!) Exercise Video of Lizzie Webb, the other, a 1995 Flat Stomach Plan of Rosemary Conley.

50p each.

Now, if this happened to a British woman, she would have been offended. But not me. I found this so hilarious. So as soon as K paid for the videos, the shopkeeper said, "If I was her, I'd divorce you."

Man

This morning, just before the world woke up, I dragged my kids to the park. I let Zak play in the playground before a horde of children arrive and start throwing sand everywhere. A little girl and her father went there as well and much to my embarassment, Zak befriended the girl's father. "Man, follow me, man." "Man, look at my castle." "Come on, man." So I called Zak and whispered to him that he should call him Mister, not man. So off he ran and shouted, "Mister Man, I'm here!"

Sunday Bloody Sunday by Bush

I so love this.


As seen on Break.com


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WASHABLE NAPPIES V DISPOSABLES # 2

The thought that the nappies I use for my baby would still be in the rubbish tip until he is old enough to be a grandfather himself scares me. How would I explain myself to him why I didn't try to "reduce, reuse, recycle"? How could I justify my reasons for using non-biodegrable nappies? Ease? Comfort? Too busy to bother?

I still use washable nappies for my baby but I tell you, it’s.a.lot.of.hassle. I know. I used it with both of my boys. It’s only practical and cheaper than disposables depending on where in the world you are.

Zak was born in the Philippines and didn’t come to England until he was 6 months old. In most of those 6 months he used cloth nappies simply because 1) it was just too hot to wear disposables and because they’re plasticky unlike the ones here in the UK, they melt on your baby’s skin even before he wets it
2) we had a helper who looked after the washing and the ironing.

Cloth nappies in the Philippines (or at least the ones I had) are thin and are expected to be changed everytime they get wet. Now that’s not impractical. Babies there wear vests and nappies only because of the heat so even if a baby wets his nappy in the middle of his sleep, putting on a fresh dry nappy won’t disturb him. You don’t need to puff about with cardigans, trousers, socks, or sleepsuits.

With Lewis, having cloth nappies involves a lot of puffing with his clothes and the wet nappy itself before I could clean him. The procedure:

1. Peel off the bottom half of his sleepsuit/trousers

2. Unfasten the nappy wrap

3. If he has soiled himself, spread out some tissue paper (not nappy bag, or else, what’s the point?) to hold the cotton balls used to clean the nappy area

4. Put on the prepared nappy (folded, lined and inserted in a wrap)

5. Put back on his clothes

6.Throw in the bin the tissue paper with used cotton balls as well as the liner because (boots) liners are not biodegradable

7. Now, if the liner is soiled, peel it off the nappy and make sure that its contents are disposed properly in the toilet. Then put it in the bin. (If the contents accidentally go everywhere but not in the toilet, then prepare for some more cleaning to do.)

8. Remove the nappy from the nappy wrap and put it in another bin intended for all dirty nappies.

9. If the wrap is not wet or soiled, hang to air if off, or if it is soiled, wash straight away and dry.

10. Get back to the baby who’s been crying the whole time you’re doing this ritual in the toilet.

11. When the nappy bin is full (after about a week or less depending on how many the baby uses), wash the nappies in 60 degrees. Then dry.

12. Being me, I iron them! Talk of another hassle. But then if the cloth nappies are not ironed, they look and feel like kitchen foil.

See? Hard work. But then who am I to complain? The generation before me did the same, albeit without the luxury of nappy liners. Who’s not been there, done that?

Also, why should I complain? Why can’t I just get on with it?

And then there’s the moral obligation of being kind to the environment...

Lewis should better be potty-trained at 6 months!

armageddon, literally

If nothing else scares you, watch this...

CGI Meteorite Collision Simulation

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boredom

Alas otso kwarentaytres nan duyom. Waya pa nisayup an adlaw. Siguro, ngadj-an mga alas jes mongitngit-ngitngit. Nag haguk na an ako himos na mga ulitawo (puyra bujag) pero ako jari pa nag lagat an mata. Naghuyat sa alas nuybe na programa sa BBC 1. Umay ako lain himoon? Sigi ra laman solitaryo sa ako kompyuter. Kaon nasab? Nahurot na nako isa ka bag nan bourbon. Uno pa man? Nag-init na an ako lubot, sakit na ako likod. Tana, jaoy makahilot na manang. Tana, mosilib ra ko sa bintana para mositsit sa mulabay na hoy, palihug anay pakaria si Manang diha sa kanto, lang-a na magpahilot ko kadali kay kahilantanon ko (kinta) pero lagi, kagana sab lamang kun makasiningud ako.

An ako bana adto kinta sa Yorkshire kuman kay ayang, amo may ija trabaho - mag biyahe kun kinahanglanon. Nan, ako ra kinta diri sa bayay an nag atiman sa mga bata. Ayang, simay lain. Nan mura kinta ako nan tala magsin hinuktok kay waya nay kaistorya kay hagok naman arin ako mga bata. Nabuang na ko nag-internet, sakit na ak mata. Sa petsa singko pa nako makuha an ako bag-o na antyohos.

Na amo lagi, Way klaro. Grabe sab kaw, igo ra man basa. Suyat sab diri kun unoy imo ikalaong dako o kun unoy jaon sa imo alimpatakan kuman. Sigi na, ajaw na sinpahiyum kay mora kaw tala did-on tan-awon.