Seventh Generation Baby Wipes review & giveaway

My baby Jonah is 26 months old (what!??) so he’s getting big, but…he’s still my baby in lots of ways.

He likes to take selfies, like his mama.
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And he looooves his blankie(s) – they came in a set of 4 and he loves them all!

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But one thing he does not like is talking about going to the potty. He, like, his brother and sister before him, won’t even acknowledge when he’s obviously doing the deed. It’s nothing buy deny, deny, deny, up in here!

So, I’m still buying diapers and wipes.

One thing that does set Jonah apart from his older siblings in the diaper department is that his little buns are super-sensitive. I swear, with Joshua and Sophie, I didn’t use a tube of diaper rash cream between them. But with Jonah, I have used approximately 20 billion tubes of cream, mixed up my own special concoction a few times, and bought him special extra-strength ointment from behind the pharmacy counter twice! Shew! It wears me out just thinking about it.

One time in desperation I turned to Facebook for diaper rash help, and some other moms gave me some great advice. A couple mentioned sprinkling cornstarch in his diaper at every change, and I’ve been doing it for a few months now, and it has helped TREMENDOUSLY. I took the suggestion from my friend Beth, of filling an empty spice container with cornstarch and just keeping it at the diaper-changing station. It works great, I use it just like baby powder and it helps keep Jonah’s sensitive little buns dry and rash-free. Yes!

Another thing that helps is wipes that are good for sensitive baby buns, so I was very happy to try Seventh Generation’s Free & Clear baby wipes when my friends at the Motherhood asked if I’d be interested in reviewing them. They’ve recently improved them, making them bigger in size and more cloth-like gentleness and performance. AND, they now use 70% LESS plastic than their old wipes through the use of plant materials. Wow! Obviously, Seventh Generation is a waste-conscious company, and I can honestly say with these wipes, I’ve used less than with other brands. They seem to be able handle more mess per wipe than the wipes I usually use! True story! I’ve been really pleased with their performance and I know they don’t contain any fragrances or chemicals that are going to irritate Jonah’s skin. I’ve been using them to clean up his messy face and hands after meals as well and I can get the whole mess cleaned up with just one. (And Jonah generally scrapes the inside of his yogurt containers clean with his fingers. Ahem.)

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So, I’m a fan of Seventh Generation Free & Clear wipes! You can find them for sale at Target, Whole Foods, and Diapers.com. AND you can enter to win a pack here! Holla!

All you have to do to enter is leave me a comment on this post with your best baby care tip! One winner will  be chosen at random on Monday, March 18th.

Good luck! And thanks to Seventh Generation for letting Jonah and me try out their wipes.

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I was provided wipes to facilitate my review and I am being compensated for this post by the Motherhood and Seventh Generation. All opinions are my own. 

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This week can suck it.

So let me describe the week we’ve had in our house.

Sunday night, the dog bites Kate and busts up her lip.

Monday, Andy and Kate stay home and he takes her to the doctor for some anti-dog-cootie-biotics. Stay tuned for the complete story on that next week.

Monday night Sam throws up. (I mentioned that he did so in our bed, right? Just making sure.)

Tuesday, I stay home with Sam, and he continues to throw up incessantly. In our bed, in his bed, on our couch, on our carpet, you name it. This is why we can’t have nice things.

Wednesday, we get a crap ton of snow, so Andy and Kate have a snow day. I attempt to go to work but can’t see the actual road so I turn back. Sam continues to puke incessantly.

Thursday, I stay home again with Sam. I am starting to forget what my office looks like and I fear they are finding that I am in face dispensable. Sam continues to throw up – if anything, it’s worse and not better. Mid-afternoon I call the doc to know what signs of dehydration to look for. Sam continues to get worse, can’t keep anything down, and just lays on the couch listlessly. We finally get a few tablespoons of gatorade in him and he starts to perk up. A few hours and a lot of tablespoons later, he’s asking for something to eat. Miraculously, he keeps it all down.

However, when I go get Kate for dinner, she is sound asleep. At 7 pm. I know this doesn’t bode well.

I return to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner and the effing DOG throws up all over the kitchen floor.

At midnight, Kate throws up all over her bed.

That brings us to this morning. Sam’s finally doing better, but Kate’s got it full force now. Andy’s staying home with both of them so I can at last make an appearance at work, and we are both so tired we hardly know our own names.

It could be worse, I know. It’s only a stomach bug. And, you know, a dog bite. But my kids, my husband, my washer and I are WORN OUT. This week has SUCKED.

Next week has GOT to be better, right?

Or not.

Over/under on when this bug hits Andy and me?

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Star Wars Episode VII: The search for the blue light saber

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It’s hard to tell, but he’s totally a bad-@$$ Jedi.

Um, can  I get sued for that post title? I hope not. Disney Vader, Darth Mickey, whoever’s running the Star Wars show these days, I promise to change it if it offends you. But seriously, I have lived out what feels like a saga.

It all started about six weeks ago or so, when Joshua’s teacher informed me that he qualified to represent his class in the school’s Math Olympics. YESSS!! Needless to say I was proud. Math skillz are good to have and I’m glad he’s got ’em! But I knew, even before I told him about it, that he wouldn’t want to do it. You see, Joshua has a fear of competition. He’s a really good swimmer but he does NOT want to be on a swim team where he would have to compete. I’m not even sure he’s afraid of losing…it’s just the idea of competition I guess.

I knew I was going to have to convince him to do it.

So I told him about it, and before I could even finish a sentence he started crying. I explained that all it would involve was him sitting in a classroom and taking a test with other kids. It wasn’t a race, and I didn’t care how he scored. I just wanted him to be brave, use his talents, and try.  He wasn’t  buying it. After much wailing we shelved the discussion for awhile.

And then I got a brilliant idea: bribery! I knew just the thing that would do it,

You see, for Christmas, Sophie gave Joshua an Obi-wan Kenobi costume (that I had purchased at Target on clearance after Halloween, WORD.) But by mid-January, Joshua had yet to wear his costume, becauuuuuse…he didn’t have a blue light saber. Oh em gee, BFFs, apparently my boy is a big enough Star Wars nerd that he cannot allow Obi-wan to fight with another color saber. ‘Cause that would just be WRONG.

So, I approached the future mathlete again and said: “Joshua, if you do the Math Olympics, I’ll buy you a blue light saber.”

“You will?” he said as his tears dried up.

“Yep.”

“Ok, I’ll do it!”

Woohoo! Victory! We made a deal that after school on February 21, the day of the great Math Olympics, we’d go to the store and get him the blue light saber.

February 21 was the Thursday before last.  My math teacher dad even came over Wednesday afternoon to help Joshua do some extra studying for the big event.

So of course, Joshua woke up puking Wednesday night at 11:45.

Son of a BISCUIT!

He was really upset and wanted to still go to school, and I was so anxious for him to be able to be able to try and be brave and test his courage, that I was going to let him. So we got him all dressed and ready for school, but about 5 minutes before it was time to go, the color drained from his face and I knew he was too sick. “I don’t think I can go.” His lip quivered. “But I really want the blue light saber.”

Ugh. What’s a mom to do?

Of course I told him I would still get him the blue light saber. He was ready, willing, and prepared to do the Math Olympics. But he was sick.

Sigh.

So that night, after we Daddy took Sophie to swim lessons, Joshua, Jonah and I went to Target to get the blessed blue light saber.

Which they were of course, OUT OF. OF COURSE.

Dubya. Tee. JEFF. (That’s right, if your name is Jeff, I just TOOK IT in vain!)

So I dragged a sick kid and a toddler to yet ANOTHER store on a freezing cold night, and hallelujah! Toys R Us came through (because I was NOT going to make a run for KMart. Not that night. Jonah was not having it)!

Joshua got his blue light saber.

Obi-Wan got his costume completed.

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I have no idea what I got out of the deal!

A happy boy, I guess. And another light saber to almost trip over and break my face on every day. Whee!

 

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