gDiapers Blog, Stories & Podcasts
October 17, 2012
This picture was posted on our facebook page and it prompted us to say “Awesome!” and then immediately follow up with “Tell us about it!”. And thankfully, she did. Thank you Charlotte for telling us a story.
Two and a half years ago my family moved to Portland, OR away from everything we’d ever known. Away from our extended family, and friends we went to grade school with. I had started using gDiapers just before having my second son only months after the move and followed the company on facebook. When there was an event invite for a gTea at the offices I decided that it would be a good opportunity to meet other moms in the area who were also using the product and meet the fabulous employees who help get the product on my baby’s bum. After all, we were pretty alone in this new place. Within minutes of realizing that I was new to the area and gDiapers itself, Kim asked if I’d met Jaimey. Which of course I hadn’t….yet. She insisted I had to and I was open to making new friends. I needed that.
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October 8, 2012
Thank you to long-time gMum, Lisa, for sharing this with us.
I’m a sensitive person. My husband will testify to this. I cry at television commercials, movie trailers, Sarah McLachlan songs, pretty much everything. Since becoming a mother this has intensified to a ridiculous degree. So when it came time to sell my daughter’s gDiapers, due to being in the throws of potty training, I was prepared to get slightly sentimental. I wasn’t at all prepared.
The moment I hit enter on my ‘for sale’ post I began to cry. I’m not talking about the sniffles here, Folks, I’m talking big, fat tears. Otherwise known as “ugly crying”. It could have been because my daughter had turned two the day before, or maybe it was due to the fact that she is our second and we’ve decided that, circumstances being what they are right now, we’re not having anymore. Whatever the reason, it hit me hard. So hard in fact, I truly believed that there was something wrong with me. “Who gets this overwrought over diapers?” I asked myself.
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October 4, 2012
Thank you to Christine, who shared with us a photo of her changing station. Man oh man what we’d give to be as organized as Christine! What’s on your changing station? What does your diaper disposal system look like? Send us your pics. Or post them to Pinterest with #gdiapers.
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September 26, 2012
Pregnant? Wondering how on earth is this baby EVER going to come out of THERE?! Breathe, mama. You were designed and built for this. Case in point:
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September 24, 2012
Thank you again to Alicia, from Naps Happen, for her parenting commentary. We love her like we love Fridays. And cheesecake. And running barefoot.
Enrichment.
Delighted squeals echo across the common area behind my townhouse. I step out onto the deck and watch five children streak by carrying sticks. They seem to be involved in a mysterious construction project involving a pile of rocks, a ton of pine cones, and a bucket of water. The project is simultaneously exciting and deadly serious. The children work in happy cooperation to construct what is sure, upon completion, to be something we parents must dismantle later.
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September 20, 2012
A local mama posted a link to her blog post on our facebook page. We thought it too good not to share. Here’s the whole gosh darn beautifulness that she wrote. Love it, too? Hop over to her blog and let her know.
What I learnt from my husband since he became a dad
Nearly a year ago now, both my husband and I became parents. Because I am the one who was pregnant, and delivered this beautiful, oh so beautiful baby, for a “few” months I focused on myself, recovering from this unique experience. Little by little, I opened my eyes again on the world around me, discovering people in the street, life outside my baby, friends, family, and yes husband. I feel very lucky to have him by my side. He truly is the perfect mix between Superman, Romeo, Buddha, and a teddy bear. Possibly the Incredibles dad from Pixar?
My point is that for a long time I was focused on all the things he could do like me, instead of figuring it out by himself. I was really trying to make him be a mum. Which is biologically impossible and quite frankly a waste of time.
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