Fluffy Mail

Fluffy Mail.

It's this wonderful term that we, cloth diaper mamas refer to when we are getting or expecting more cloth diapers in the mail. I actually never buy cloth diapers anymore. I bought my set when I was pregnant with Everly and I was done. Ok...I may have bought one or two new shells because I just "had" to have a gray diaper and a teal diaper...

Even though I do not buy diapers very often, we still seem to get our fair share of fluffy mail. I sometimes get diapers when I win a giveaway. Giveaways are totally worth it by the way! Check out my pinterest giveaway board to see how much I've won. (I like to keep track, what can I say) However, most of the time, I get fluffy mail because I am working with a sponsor for my other blog. I occasionally do giveaways and reviews on The Pistachio Project and since cloth diapers are very much a part of being crunchy, they are quite a frequent product that I get to test out.

I had received a package from Vitacost today. Just my standard monthly grocery stuff. (I buy most of our personal products and natural foods from Vitacost. If you've never tried Vitacost, you should! They are 30-75% cheaper than anywhere. They generally beat Amazon even! If you've never used Vitacost then you should check out this referral link, you'll get a free $10 for your purchase. No strings attached. If you bought a cheap enough product than you could pay absolutely nothing. It's worth giving it a try!)

 Back to the point of this post.... When Everly saw me open the Vitacost package, she asked, "Diapert?" (don't ask me why she's decided there's a "t" at the end but that's how she says diaper). "No girly, no diaper." She is apparently as excited about fluffy mail as I am. In fact, a month ago when I got some giveaway diapers, she confiscated the box and took ownership of her diapers.

Later this afternoon, I received another package. This one I had been expecting. I am working with a sponsor on my blog for a giveaway and she was sending me a diaper to review. Everly now knows that when I check the front door, it's for a package. "Ackage?" I grab the package and bring it inside. She follows me to the kitchen where I begin to open the package. "Diapert?" "Yes, Everly a new diaper."

I probably got to look at that diaper for a full 5 seconds before she demands it from me. "Daipert, Everly? Diapert, Everly."


Fine have your fluff, little girl.