
One morning my beautiful five-week-old  Baby Girl decided to have five dirty diapers in the span of ten  minutes. No sooner had I undressed, cleaned, diapered and redressed her  little bum than she she would christen yet another disposable diaper. I  dutifully bound each diaper into a little softball of yuckiness and  stacked them at the edge of the changing table (at this point we still  were primarily changing her in our bedroom and the diaper pail was in  the nursery). As I looked over the last ten minutes of our life together  I suddenly became irrationally angry (thank you post-partum hormone  shifts!). What an absolute waste of money (at that point I had  calculated diaper costs down to the tenth of a cent - I knew then  exactly how much money I was about to literally throw away). And that  small pyramid of diapers would soon find itself occupying landfill space  for hundreds of years.
This could not continue!
It was in that moment that I finally decided to switch to cloth diapers. 
Apart from the irrational anger  shift, I thank heavens for that fateful July morning. Cloth diapering  has been such a blessing to our family! It enables us to know exactly  what chemicals (or lack thereof) are going on our baby's bottom. It  allowed me to take control when post-partum depression seemed to be  all-consuming. It ensures we are doing our best to impact the health of  both the environment and our checking account. Most importantly, it has  provided me an opportunity through which to share my enthusiasm and  passion with families just like yours!  
Welcome to Itsy Bitsy Bums! 
What is an Itsy Bitsy Bum? 
Changing  a newborn's diapers can be a challenging feat. Not only are you sleep  deprived and a wee bit confused as to which end is up, but you also are  working with a baby who generally does not like to be changed. In our  house the solution was 'The Itsy Bitsy Spider.' Bless his heart, that  spider made multiple appearances at every diaper change for the first  couple of months. And nothing seemed more apropos than to honor the  little guy who first made my baby girl smile (I refuse to admit those  actually were probably gas bubbles).