I wish we had never stopped using cloth diapers for Maisie. Oh, how I miss those pure, snowy white diapers. They say that the all-cotton crowd toilet trains earlier than kiddies sporting chemically enhanced disposables. But that's not why I am second-guessing myself. OK, there's a soiled mound with Maisie's name on it in our local landfill. That bugs me, but even that isn't what has me feeling wistful about the days of rinsing stinky wraps in the bathroom sink.
Does anyone else find TV characters on diapers kind of creepy? Maisie, sweetie, it is one thing to enjoy Elmo. To each her own, I say. It is another thing altogether to obsess about having the furry little fellow cavort across your diapers. It's a problem, in fact, to freak out when you're saddled with Cookie Monster or Grover, instead of that squeaky little fuzzball.
Yes, yes, we have sampled those natural diapers that look like lunch bags -- leaky and expensive. We have substituted diapers with generic cartoon animals. Maisie just finds a new favorite to fixate on. She is, after all, two, going on picky, picky.
In this world of consumer choice, so rampant and so ridiculous, I take small comfort in the fact that no one has yet licensed the likenesses of the Desperate Housewives for use on maxi pads.
By the way: Mom, I hereby forgive you for resisting my childish pleas for Wonder Woman undies. That's all water -- or something like it -- under the bridge.
Melita is putting down roots in Madison, Wisconsin, with her husband and daughter (nearly 3).