The Inhuman Stain

We have stains. Yes we do. All manner of baby body by-product stains, with blowout poopies being the worst. I'm willing to let a lot of things slide in my life, but wearing stained clothes myself (or suiting my kiddo up in them) is something I'm inexplicably weird and vain about. I think it has something to do with my great-grandmother, a very sensible woman, whose maxims have attained the status of mantra in my family. She used to say something along the lines of "you may be poor, but that's no excuse for not looking as neat and clean as you can," and for whatever reason I really took that to heart. I don't feel good about the cleaning product choices we've been making and have been wanting to move towards either making our own or at least buying something a little greener and a little safer to use in the house now that we have a baby around. So a few nights ago I was in my local co-op and saw some Ecover stain remover. Biodegradable! Safe for marine life! And not that much more expensive than the conventional brands. We were almost out of stain remover at home, so despite my skepticism that this stuff would actually work, I bought some. Which brings us to this evening, when the pile of baby laundry reached critical (and stinky) mass. All the stains (and there were many) got treated with Ecover, and all the stains came out! You could have knocked me over with a baby wipe. It even worked on an old spit-up stain on a hand-me-down sleeper I was washing for the first time. So I'm sold, and passing the info along. (And no, I don't work for Ecover.) Wonder if it will change those blowout diapers, too? At 3 a.m. Now THAT would be something.