Daily Archives: March 8, 2008

Home Made Wet Wipes (and other Random Stuff)

I got to thinking this morning as I was up early with some of my kiddos that I should share a very cool recipe I have for making wet wipes. One of the gifts I recieved when I was pregnant with Elizabeth was a roll of Bounty paper towells, a bottle Baby Magic baby bath, a bottle of baby oil, and a round plastic tupperware. I remember thinking, “Cool, is there a secret here to how these go together?” Then I saw the recipe on a card in the bottom of the bag.

“Home made wet wipes?”

I was then told that they were not only cheaper, but gentler on baby’s skin because they don’t have the alcohol that regular wetwipes do. I have been making and using them ever since and we LOVE them I can really tel the difference between the store bought ones and the home made ones, and so can my kids. When someone has a rashy bum they scream bloody murder over the store bought wipes. They still cry when I use the home made wipes, but not as bad. So, anyway, in case you want to try out the coolest thing ever, here is the recipe:

Baby Wipes

2 Cups Water
2 Table Spoons Baby Magic baby bath (must be Baby Magic)
1 Table Spoons Baby Oil (any kind will do)
1/2 roll of Bounty paper towells (must be Bounty-we like the super big rolls – we have tried others, but none have worked any where as well)
1 tupperware container (with lid) that will snuggly fit the 1/2 roll of paper towells (with a little space because they will expand as they get wet)

The hardest part is cutting the roll of paper towells in half – a serrated knife works best and it is worth it, trust me. Though Paul cut them with his chop saw and that worked like a dream! We cut a whole bunch at a time

Put the Water Baby Magic and Bay oil in the tupperware and mix together. Put in the 1/2 roll of Bounty paper towells and put the lid on. Let sit for 10-15 minutes and then flip and let them sit for another 10-15 minutes. Then open them up, pull out the center tube, and you are ready to go. Take wet wipes from the middles where the tube was and they work like a dream!

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I was in desperate need for jeans – the one pair that fit me right now had numerous holes and were quickly becoming indecent to wear. I was in a store running some errands and I thought, “No kids equals good time to try on some jeans. So I grabbed my usual size and then thought, “I had better get one size bigger, after all I did just have a baby.” So into the dressing room I went and tried the smaller size on first. I could get them on and buttoned ok, but I decided that breathing might be an issue and being comfortable is key. I thought one size bigger would be perfect.

Umm, no. They were smaller than the first pair. I kid you not. Same brand, same style, same everything. I even double checked to make sure the tag inside said the same size as the tag on the outside, and yup they were supposed to be bigger than the first pair. And I am talking I couldn’t even button this pair that is how much small they were! Sheesh people if you are going to make jeans, lets at least make the bigger size bigger than the smaller sizes. Though I must admit I found the whole thing rather funny when I was done being annoyed – but it would have been a tad bit depressing if I had tried the supposedly bigger jeans on first and they hadn’t even buttoned.

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So, the jean incident had its benefits in that because I had searched high and low for a pair of decent jeans none had been found – they all had super low waists – which should seriously be illegal on plus size clothes. Ewww *shudder*

Anyway, I had to make a trip to the mall and go to Lane Bryant to find something that would fit and not embarrass me. I had a babysitter for the four older kids and baby and I went to the mall – with a friend! Girl time! 🙂 I don’t think I had hung out with one of my girl friends in ages. It was so so very fun, and I found an incredibly comfortable pair of jeans that are flattering and don’t expose more than they should. 🙂

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Ever notice that if the toilet is going to flood it will be when the baby sitter is there? Jacob apparantly had too much fun with the toilet paper and our baby sitter had to deal with a mini flood. She had to call me for advice, poor girl. I told her to throw down a batch of towells and declare the bathroom a National Disaster area until I got home and to use the master bath instead. So, after kids were in bed I did a bit of cleaning.

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