Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Adding Leg Gussets to a Cloth Diaper Cover

Many people ask me how I add leg gussets to my cloth diaper covers so I made a short tutorial.  Hopefully this will add ease and understanding to your diaper cover sewing!  I learn from pictures so I tried to give very detailed pics. I guess my blog has turned from crafts with kids to crafts for mommy's and daddy's!

FOE the straight side of your gusset then find the center and pin to your diaper.

Sew carefully down one side.  I like to sew 1/4 of an inch from the outer edge.

This is where it gets a little awkward.  Turn your diaper and sew with the bulk of the diaper in from the center of your gusset. Go very slowly to make sure you don't sew off the diaper.

This is what it should look like when you're done.

This is what it looks like from the outside.  Don't worry about the raw edge, you'll FOE the entire thing next!

Two gusset's all ready for your FOE.

Finished Diaper Cover

YAY! All done!  Once you get this down it shouldn't take you longer than 15-20 minutes or even less!

Sunday, May 6, 2012

I'm on my third baby and all 3 have been cloth diapered full time.  Some people tell me I'm brave (I think they are for not using them), some tell me I'm wasting water, and some tell me I'm wasting my time.  Others are supportive and interested!  I started making my own diapers when Gaia was born 3.5 years ago and now I've started again.  I made a few sample diapers out of upcycled pre folds and some cute cotton prints.  I'm sticking to fitteds because I like to sew them and I love using them with my babies.  I recently got a pair of snap pliers and will be adding snaps to my diapers soon.  Hopefully this will blossom into a small business, even a tiny business would be ok! Some new diaper fabrics that are on their way are Minky, Organic cotton sherpa, Zorb, diaper flannel, and some cute flannel prints.  Here are my sample diaps!  I'll be giving these away since they were just samples.  Since i used old prefolds I was able to center my pattern creating a natural built in soaker! I also just sold my old sewing machine to buy a heavy duty Janome to help get through some of my thicker diaper layers.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Today it is beautiful out but so humid. We took a little break from our daily routine to chase the chickens!

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Our Seedlings.
The girls and I planted these last week and they're already so big and thriving!  We're keeping them in our sun room and will move them outside as soon as it is warm enough.  We're going to attempt to do some canning and pickling this year, it will be a success! So glad my life is kind of back to normal just in time for growing...
 This isn't even half of what we're growing.  We planted in our own organic compost that we've been making for 3 years.  Gaia kept picking out the little meal worms and playing with them calling them her little wormy friends.  As disgusting as I thought that was I didn't say anything because I hate to destroy her innocence of not knowing what kind of worm it really is.  Who determines the level of grossness anyway, is there a gross worm scale?  I think it's all in my mind.  Our children can teach us allot if we just watch and listen to them and most of all be able to admit to them that we are sometimes wrong......
5 Days Germination

9  Days!

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

  I recently gave birth to my third child, Carter Samuel Hayes, and I am so grateful that he is up stairs right now sleeping in his crib.  We've been through a long journey together.  My life and my perspective on life is changed forever because of this tiny little being.
 On December 27, 2011  I woke up to a sharp pain in my uterus.  It went away quickly so I thought nothing of it.  I coincidentally had an appointment with my midwife that same day at 10 am.  I was going to cancel because I was tired and the appointment was an hour away and I really didn't feel like stopping for gas!  I decided to go anyway because I was only 2 weeks away from my due date.  I brought my sister and my 3 year old daughter with me and when we arrived I was brought in right away.  The nurse asked all of the routine pre natal questions such as does anything hurt? are you sleeping?  are you taking your vitamins? are you feeling him kick?  I answered all of her questions with positive answers and she left to get the doctor.  While I was alone in that room sitting and waiting a light flickered on in my head and I became panicked.  Wait, No!  I haven't felt him kick since the previous night!  I flipped out and called for the midwife who immediately put me on the monitor and the baby's heart beat was  going up and down and back up and way back down.  This was one of the scariest moments in my life.  Thank God my doctors office was in the hospital.  My midwife called the doctor in and he quickly decided to prep me for a c-section.  Previously I had only had quick hour long painless natural labors.  In that moment I didn't care about getting cut open, I would have let them do it without pain meds as long as they got my baby out safely.  I called my husband who was literally in a tree, he is a tree climber, and gave him the nearly grim news.  The doctor ruched me to the OR and he started the procedure.  He delivered my quiet beatless child, you could hear a pin drop in that room.  My midwife stayed by my head the whole time since my husband wasn't there, she was my only support and without her I probably would have either passed out or freaked out.  My husband came in as they were intubating our first born son.  The minutes were seeming like endless heart attacks crippling my body one by one.. and one minute went by, then two, and five, then 6, then at 6 and a half I heard a faint cry.  So tiny but strong.  They whisked him away to the nursery as they sewed me back together.  I knew I couldn't live without him and I couldn't think about the condition he was in so I just laid there lethargic and on pain numbing medication, as much as I wanted and without any questions asked.  They called another hospital 15 minutes away so that Carter could be transferred to the NICU.  They brought him into my room before I left, he weighed 5 pounds and had bright red hair, he was covered in tubes and wires and I could barely make him out in the huge infant transporter contraption.  I remember one nurse said, "come on we have to go, he doesn't have allot of time".  For five days I laid, healing and morning, without being able to touch my child.  I cried, I watched TV, I hung out with family , I pushed my call button as many times as possible for more meds, I took a shower, I ate fruit and refused sugar, I pumped air, I hung out with nurses who talked about politics and random misplaced current events.  I lived by knowing that my baby was in the best possible place if he was going to have any chance at survival.  One nurse said to me, "You know you'd heal quicker if your baby was here because you'd be moving around more"  and for the first time in my life I felt hatred towards someone.  I wouldn't move a finger while under the care of that nurse and made her get me everything.
  So five days pass and I'm discharged with all my crap including a car seat but no baby.  I had my husband drive me to Carter right away.  They had me scrub a million times and then took me into this surprisingly small room with about 4 isolettes with tiny babies in them.  There was Carter, red hair and all, so tiny sitting in his little bed.  For the next month I scheduled family to babysit my girls and I spent most of my time with Carter.  He had many things wrong with him.  He had a low platelet count, an abnormally formed heart and he had multiple seizures. He refused to eat from a bottle and would only breastfeed so they had to gavage feed him while I was gone and they wouldn't release him until he would take every feeding from a bottle.  Our doctors refused to gives us any answers and gave us little hope, they braced us for the worst.
  Carter had amazing nurses in the NICU, some were supportive and some not so much.  I remember one nurse in particular, she was amazing and I would have taken her home with us if they gave me the chance.  I knew she really cared for my son and I could tell he was attached to her.  One day I went in and I had been crying all day.  When I went into see him he looked so Ill that I kept thinking the worst and couldn't bring myself to hold him.  I had to have Ian hold him while I paced the halls and pumped milk in the 5x10 pumping room that smelled like rotten milk and had a squeaky old rocking chair whos sound I oddly miss. The next day I went in I was completely optimistic and full of smiles and shortly realized that being a parent of a baby in the NICU creates a temporary BiPolar disorder in the mind, a two dimensional, multi level, emotional and behavioral split.  I lived on cafeteria wilted ice burgh lettuce and citrus infused cantaloupe fruit salad.  I was reunited with an old friend who's baby was admitted a couple of weeks after Carter and I made a new friend who was Indian, i remember her face, she was so beautiful. She came to me when I was breast feeding Carter and just sat down and talked with me as if we'd know each other our whole lives. She's probably the best friend i've ever had.  Her baby was much sicker than mine.
  You earn your way in the NICU, your respect. Not only your respect as a parent but your respect as someone who has the honor to be standing in that room.  The nurses have the last word and what they says goes.  You hold your baby, you don't hold your baby, you could feed your baby every 3 hours but not a minute before, you can change your baby but don't get in anyone's way no matter what you do.  Their just doing their job and if they didn't my baby wouldn't be alive, so I listened and moved around quietly.  I've never been in such a cold sterile place that is so full of love and emotion.
  I'd gotten so use to my little routine.  I'd pump milk every three hours all night long as if my baby was with me.  I kept the light on and somehow I woke up every night at the same 3 hour intervals without missing a minute.  I'd pumped into little sterile bottles, stick my label on them adding the date and time.  I'd wake up in the morning and get my girls ready for their day then get myself ready.  Every morning I packed the same diaper bag but instead of diapers it contained a lunch box with an ice pack and 10 or so little bottles full of my mommy milk, my cell phone, some nursing pads, a receiving blanket, and some snacks that till this day were never eaten.  I'd drive an hour to the hospital and when I got there I'd show the security guard my over sized yellow hall pass. Then I'd make my trek across the hospital turning left then onto the elevator to the third floor, turning right and through the double doors to the scrub sink.  I'd hand a nurse my milk supply which quickly filled up their entire freezer and I'd ask permission to see my baby.  There was never time for healing and all emotions were forced aside.  I broke every rule on the "do not do after your c section" sheet that my doctor had provided me with.  My incision became infected because it was quickly forgotten and replaced with worry for my sick baby.
  So fast forward one month later when Carter was discharged. I was better off alone that day when I got the news that he was coming home.  I didn't care about anything or anyone and had his image stapled to the inside of my forehead as I pressed my gas petal to the floor in full anticipation of taking my baby home.  I knew I was taking home a baby with seizures and a baby who's future was unclear.  He was my baby and was absolutely perfect.  He could have been missing an eye ball or green or anything, I didn't care because he was my little man.  Since he has been home he has been back to the ER once for a seizure, he has regular 24 hour EEG's, he is on anti seizure meds, and he gets ultra sounds of his abnormal heart every six months.
  Carter is now 4 months old and is simply a miracle baby.  He has met all of his milestones.  He is talking, playing, rolling over, gaining weight, everything a 4 month old should be doing...
  Updates will follow as soon as Carter grows more!

Healthy Baby!

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Butterfly masks and fancy magnets

So the past week we've been very sick around here :(  I'm pretty sure Sophia picked something up at VBS and passed it along to Gaia and I.  We've been doing more sitting around and reading and watching movies this week than doing any projects.  We did actually manage to create a couple of new masterpieces right before we got sick!

The first project we did were these beautiful butterfly masks.  We made them out of paper plate, paper that I cut into wings, pipe cleaners, and markers.

   We also made these awesome magnets.  They're super simple and so creative.  We used cardboard from an old shoe box to cut out the shapes, glue, feathers, pom poms, rhinestones, markers, etc...  I have a roll of magnet that has one sticky side, we cut off little pieces to adhere to the back of our magnets.

Thursday, September 1, 2011


I really wanted to make some sort of slime with my girls.  On my search to find the perfect recipe we encountered many different ingredients and consistencies.  I decided just to choose a recipe for which we already had all the ingredients.  The name of this slime is Oobleck but it is the same recipe for the Gak that I made in grade school about a million years ago.  I did assume that this would be a nice neat little project that the girls would make in a bowl and it would stay there, but I was foolishly wrong.  By the end of the 2 hours that they sat at the table playing with the stuff there was slime everywhere!  The upside is that it does wash off easily with water :)

What You Need
2 Cups of Corn Starch
food coloring

1. Place your corn starch in a bowl
2. Add enough water until it about the consistency of brownie mix
3. Stir while adding food coloring

There really are no exact measurments, you basically need to mix and add until you have a good consistency.