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bumGenius Cloth Diapers – Why We Chose Them and Other Stuff You Should Know
So you’re interested in delving into the world of cloth diapering! Good for you. We began our journey with bumGenius cloth diapers just over four years ago, and I’m so glad we did! I did a lot of research before we sprang for cloth, and I heard a lot of positive reviews for bumGenius diapers. Even though they were more expensive than some of the brands, I thought they sounded awesome. Made by Cotton Babies, they are soft, cute diapers that adjust so the same diaper can fit an 8-pound baby and a 35-pound toddler. And boy, do they last. We have used ours every day for four years and…
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