Man of the cloth...

Save the trees!.. Save the whales!.. Save the ozone!.. Save the planet!.. Whatever most people's reasoning is for doing cloth diapers, ours is more of a "Save the money!.."  After  the baby showers we had before Ian was born, we had quite a stockpile of disposable diapers, but now (almost 6 months to the day) we are finally running low on them, meaning it's time to start the somehow-more-disgusting task of wrapping Ian's little tushy in a beach towel.    My wife is all about the cloth diapers, but I've got to say I'm not totally convinced yet.  We've had a few dry runs with the cloth (no pun intended, especially since there was nothing "dry" about them) and I just find them to be a little more cumbersome than expected.  We've got several of the regular 2-piece kind, meaning the aforementioned beach towel which gets covered up by some rubber pants with several-thousand buttons on them.   You know what's fun?  Trying to wrap that beach towel around Ian's ass while he does triple-axles on his changing table, which now touches both the top of his head and the bottom of his feet simultaneously.  If you're lucky enough to get that Sham-wow into a position where there's only a slight chance of leakage, which is your best-case scenario, all you have to do figure out which of the several-thousand buttons match up to form the vague shape of a diaper, which is a bit like folding your leftover Chinese food up in an elegant foil swan, assuming your leftovers are flopping around like a headless cat.  We also have several all-in-ones, which are one piece as the name suggests and are therefore only half as difficult to get him into.  I suppose I'll have to figure it out eventually, or I could just sneak out like a closet-smoker at 3 am to buy disposables from the convenient store...