What I'm wondering is if you practice attachment parenting: when is a ballpark healthy time to start being able to go out for the night and have your baby okay with it? I know it's different for every baby but what had been your experience?
We don't have a huge budget and live in south Texas, and have *ahem* very assertive animals in the area (squirrels, raccoons, etc). I'm leaning toward the Earth Machine since you don't turn it and mix up old and new compost, but would love to hear your ideas!
But just incase, do any of you lovely ladies know and recommend GMO free formula?
I'm hoping this baby won't need a special formula like my last, which was Neocate. Stupid expensive and needed a prescription for it.
So yeah, any suggestions?
Or is it highly likely that this baby will also need that special formula?
I'm posting this as a spin off from Radio's, why are you green, thread. This more or less sums up my ethic.
"My own conviction on this score dates from the day I saw a wolf die. We were eating lunch on a high rimrock, at the foot of which a turbulent river elbowed its way. We saw what we thought was a doe fording the torrent, her breast awash in white water. When she climbed the bank toward us and shook out her tail, we realized our error: it was a wolf. A half-dozen others, evidently grown pups, sprang from the willows and all joined in a welcoming melee of wagging tails and playful maulings. What was literally a pile of wolves writhed and tumbled in the center of an open flat at the foot of our rimrock.
In those days we had never heard of passing up a chance to kill a wolf. In a second we were pumping lead into the pack, but with more excitement than accuracy: how to aim a steep downhill shot is always confusing. When our rifles were empty, the old wolf was down, and a pup was dragging a leg into impassable slide-rocks.
We reached the old wolf in time to watch a fierce green fire dying in her eyes. I realized then, and have known ever since, that there was something new to me in those eyes - something known only to her and to the mountain. I was young then, and full of trigger-itch; I thought that because fewer wolves meant more deer, that no wolves would mean hunters' paradise. But after seeing the green fire die, I sensed that neither the wolf nor the mountain agreed with such a view."