Everything began about half a year ago, when our Czech maid of honor and our best man from Thessaloniki (koumparoi is the corect word according to Greek traditions), told me that they intended to use cloth diapers on their unborn daughter. I asked them why (if it was for environmental reasons, economic or something else) but the answer I got was not very clear.
My first thought was "oh, another weird stuff my friends do" . Both of them are fine people, not at all peculiar, of course. They are just multicultural, with friends and impulses from many different cultures and civilizations ... (lots of kisses!)
Next, and significant reminder of cloth diapers excisting, was a contest that Olivia run on her "Είμαι μαμά" blog ("I'm a mom") with a Wonderoo as a gift...
My first thought was "oh, another weird stuff my friends do" . Both of them are fine people, not at all peculiar, of course. They are just multicultural, with friends and impulses from many different cultures and civilizations ... (lots of kisses!)
Next, and significant reminder of cloth diapers excisting, was a contest that Olivia run on her "Είμαι μαμά" blog ("I'm a mom") with a Wonderoo as a gift...
After reading the various comments I realized that the "sport" was also played in Greece. Since my daughter is the joy of the rash, I was looking desperately to find a solution and thought that the cloth diapers may be one.
So I began searching on internet ....
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