Thursday, January 23, 2014

Search for the Perfect Diaper Bag


No matter how hard I try to stay organized, my diaper bag always ends up a disaster in which I cannot find anything that I need when I need it. I have gone through 5 different diaper bags in 2 years. They are either too small and do not fit all my required items for Doodlebug (diapers, change of clothes, sippy cup or bottle, snacks, books or a travel toy, etc.), or they are too flimsy (and don't hold a shape) or too heavy to begin with (try carrying a 20 lb bag and a 30 lb toddler when you're 6 months pregnant!)

My current diaper bag mess.
The jumbled mess that is my current diaper bag.

I gave up on this quest as Doodlebug got older, thinking that I would be relying on a diaper bag less and less. Now that little one is on her way, I'm on the hunt again for a diaper bag that will work for our needs. I will need it to work for BOTH kiddos.

My main requirements are:
Roominess - the bag should be big enough to carry all our needed items, while still providing enough space to find things inside.
Lightweight - Nothing is worse than a diaper bag that weighs you down and adds burden. If it's already heavy when empty, it's out of the running. 
Light-colored Inside - My first diaper bag was a black messenger bag that was also black inside. I couldn't ever find anything inside! A light color or pattern inside is a must to avoid the black hole of baby items.
Stylish - I'm not a slave to fashion, but I would prefer a diaper bag that is cute and appeals to my style, not frumpy!

I've narrowed down the options to these two cute tote bags:
 
Balboa Bags

Ju Ju Be

But I'm still undecided. Have you tried either of these? Have they worked for you?

Monday, January 13, 2014

Quiet Moment

Sunlight peeks through the blackout shades and casts a light glow on Doodlebug's blue room. His eyes are heavy with sleep, but he still has a strong grip on my ear. The nuk in his mouth squeaks. I know he will be asleep any moment and that I should leave him drowsy, but I cannot tear myself away from this rare, quiet moment with my son. We lay still, staring at the ceiling and breathe in rhythm, our chests rising and falling together. Doodlebug rolls toward me and softly rubs his hands on either side of my face. "Mama" he whispers before closing his eyes into sleep.