Today we are celebrating the 64th wedding anniversary of the Dreamboat’s grandparents (aka great-grandma M and great-grampa W).
Sixty-four years is a large part of their lives together. How amazing and inspiring!
It got me thinking about all the changes that they have witnessed throughout their marriage. And being the green nerd that I am, it also has me thinking about how the environment has changed during this time.
To go from a mentality of making things yourself, and using items until they give out (then fixing them and using them again) to a world of never-ending plastic and ready-made foods and disposable items, they have been through a lot of change.
What a difference sixty-four years makes.
I recently saw a great piece of writing on Facebook (of all places). The story is about an old woman who is going through the checkout of a grocery story and using plastic bags. The cashier remarks to her is a rude manner that because her generation wasted so much, our environment has been destroyed.
Today is the third istallement of my series on cloth diapering. First I wrote about the “ew” factor and other myths of using cloth. Next I wrote about the different types of cloth diapers. Today I want to tell you a little bit about our experience with cloth diapering Little Man.
We knew we wanted to use cloth diapers from the get-go. It seemed like a good thing to do for Continue reading →
Along with writing about eco-living, I want to cover aspects of our health, wellness, etc. Yesterday Little Man and I went the park to enjoy the sunshine, some tasty treats and the chance to see the amazing midwives that helped bring LM into the world. It was, after all a client reunion picnic.
This got me thinking about what a tremendous role these women played in keeping both of us healthy and strong before and after the birth. So I wanted to write about midwives today, and why I would never consider going through another pregnancy without their help.
I was fortunate enough to have two sets of midwives. I taught in a remote town in Northern Quebec for the first half of my pregnancy (we found out I was pregnant a week before I left), and was under the care of incredible local, Inuit midwives while I was there. After Christmas I came home for good, and began seeing my Ontario midwives (whom I had only met once before leaving for Quebec in August).
Despite the cultural differences, and different backgrounds, both the Quebec and Ontario midwives had very similar approaches. Both Continue reading →