It all started with an old picture and an ice pack. Which indeed seems kind of random even for me as I write this. The ice packs have been getting a serious work out at our house in the last week. The old pictures just hang around and get lost when you want them. But what do they have in common you ask? Why is she blattering on and not clearing this up? Boredom is that answer. Ice packs mean injuries which means down time which means I can ramble on about inventor’s ideas.
The temporarily lost old photo (( Ron found it!)) is one of my daughter standing in the crib. I pulled it out to compare Baby A with her momma at the same age. The momma said “what am I wearing?” to which I replied that it was a cloth diaper. The conversation then went on to how cloth diapers have evolved. Which lead me to think about inventors, ice packs and diapers.
Cloth diapers were and still are a more environmentally friendly option. What they weren’t back then was parent or baby friendly. Big squares of material that you had to fold in a specific way and then apply to a squiggly baby with pins. Then you pulled up a pair of rubber pants and hoped like heck that there were no major blow outs of either kind but you knew there would be. I mean neither item was very fitted. The storage and laundry details were smelly (think bleach) and not much fun.
Fast forward 25 years to the systems available today and it’s quite marvelous what technology has done for the diaper industry. The inner material, which I believe has some bamboo in it, is super absorbent and only requires two quick folds. The rectangular piece gets tucked up into outer shell which has an inner fleece type material. It is all held in place with little snaps that are super durable. Once used they go into a sealed container with a liner and then emptied via it into the washing machine. No need to even unstuff them as they agitate out.
To boot they come in an amazing array of fabrics from gender neutral solids to a fun selection of prints. I suppose it depends on your baby size but the friend who introduced us to the Apple Cheeks system (Canadian company to boot!) used the same size until her child was toilet trained. Baby A has gone from 3 snaps in to 2 snaps and she is 11 months and 18 pounds. I probably could go on at length about what an awesome system it is but Apple Cheeks isn’t paying me to endorse it and you would all get bored. Plus you must be wondering what this has to do with ice packs.
Back at the ice packs. Have you ever tried to wrap your own wrist or elbow or shoulder or knee and ankle? The tensor falls and must be redone. The ice pack needs a wrapper which is either too thin or to thick and makes it so you can’t see which side is the “apply” side. I believe that I’m going to go upstairs (when my thumb works) and invent something. It won’t look like this and be as cumbersome to use. Yes my hand is in there and no you can’t really see it.
Maybe what we need has already been invented. Maybe not and I’ll be on Dragon’s Den looking for a backer to get them to market. LOL!
Just because I can here is the link to Apple Cheeks — check them out if you know someone who is waffling about what kind of diapers to use. As stated above they did not endorse this post. It’s just me rambling on about moments that cause inventions. Like the ice pack wrapper bag. Hm — needs a better name.
If you think I’ve lost my marbles with the title I can tell you I’m not making this up. It’s a real word and a growing industry. Seriously. Zoomer.
A boomer is a zoomer if they want to be. Well why wouldn’t you? Who wants to be an old boring boomer worn out with no zip from too many years of work.
Look at the cover of the Zoomer magazine, which I borrowed from the outpatient clinic lab waiting area (still with my long work story maybe later tale) and tell me this isn’t an industry waiting to explode.
There is a carful of boomers around every corner. We are the biggest demographic and apparently we are going to bankrupt the country when we all went our pensions. We’ve worked hard and don’t want to be old yet. We embraced technology, for the most part says the woman trying to master the three remotes in the basement, and don’t want to go out to pasture yet. So we created a new category and have zipped ourselves into it.
Now I borrowed the magazine because I wanted to read the article about anaesthetics and elderly patient. Purely from a professional interest to see if the main stream media is saying what the docs I work with are reading and what I see in the real world in the “theatre” ( fancy word for operating room).
And then today, somewhere in one of my feeds, I saw this article below. I couldn’t find the actual link for it but it does quote the WHO. And in essence it’s saying that boomers are now zoomers.
So there you go except for one thing.
And with ageing does come wear and tear on the “vessel” that we use to zoom around in. And today I feel older than the above mentioned chart classification of young. Mostly because I had my arthritic thumb joint injected because the pain is interfering with work and life. Of course the long-term issue is that I have less strength in it which is probably more significance than the pain but that’s not what this blog post is about.
This post is about staying fit and active. Being the kind of grandparent that gets down on the floor and plays. It’s about keeping up with technology but not being ruled by it. It’s about pacing ourselves while still challenging our own status quo.
Now excuse me while I stop pecking away with one hand and go ice my hand. Stop in with your comments and opinions about your “demographics” and mantras!
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