A Baby, a Backpack, and a Big Island

Okay, so not THE Big Island… but that's not really the point.  The Monster Family is going on vacation!  And, of course, we can't vacation like everyone else does.  That would be boring… and expensive.  We don't do expensive unless it's Lululemon.  

Here's the plan:  we are taking a military hop to Oahu with just ourselves, the little monster, and a backpack.  Yep, that's it.  And, did I mention, we plan to stay for an entire month?  That's right, one whole month of sand and salt water and SUN.

Twenty-Four Hours on the EC Train

"Don't you knock?!?"

EC?  Huh?  What’s that, you ask?  EC stands for Elimination Communication, aka, infant potty training, aka, hippie-parenting non-sense (or so I thought).  Yes, yes, I know, I  am a non-sensical hippie-parent, but you see, I thought EC was taking it a little too far.  It sounded great in theory.  It resonated with my basic evolutionary perspective on life.  I just didn’t think it would actually work well enough to be worth the effort.  Plus, I think cloth-diaper butts are just too darned cute.

What changed my mind?  Our trusty cloth diapers gave the Little Monster some gnarly heat rash.  We decided to give her some diaper free time to help it clear up.  I had read a little about EC while I was pregnant and put it on my “that might be nice to try” list.  Well,  this case of heat rash got me thinking more seriously about it.