My daughters aren't the only ones I've been dying to get out in the sunshine. My one-year-old's diapers haven't seen the sun all winter long. I have a love-hate relationship with these diapers. When my three-year-old was a baby, I started making them with gusto. I even offered to make them for my sister as well. Imagine sewing 100 diapers nonstop for a month. I never wanted to see another diaper again! Yet when I see my babies waddling around with a big diaper bum I feel a great sense of satisfaction. Then there is the actual issue of maintaining cloth diapers in our tiny apartment. Every year by February I'm loathe to put these greying, smelly things next to my daughter's bottom - not exactly rational considering what I wipe off every time I change her. But when I'm finally able to hang them out to dry again and think of the sun bleaching them white and the wind airing them out, it just makes me feel giddy. When spring comes, there's not a prettier sight than my row of white diapers drying on the clothesline (or the offending source of excrement toddling behind them).