A Weekend of History

We spent an extended weekend traveling to and in North Loup, Nebraska, birthplace of various family members and most recently my grandma, Marion Ruth Brannon's final resting place. This tiny town (pop: 291) holds much family history.

Pic: Downtown North Loup. Pump & Pantry is the local evening hang out.
 

Both of my maternal grandparents were raised there. They were married in the North Loup Seventh Day Baptist Church and started their family on a farm just out of town. The original farm buildings are no longer standing, but we visited "Goat Hill" on which stands the base of the old farm windmill. The motor and blades, as I understand it, are distributed amongst the homes of various Aunts & Uncles across the United States. My mom procured the water pump on a previous visit, which now graces the entryway of my parents house in California. We also visited the farm of my great grandparents, Riley and Marie Brannon. My Benjamin Riley was named after great grandpa Riley and my middle name was taken from great grandma Marie. We waded through weedy grasses reaching nearly to my shoulders to look at the broken down house, wash house, smoke house, and barn.

Pics: The church where my grandparents were married and where Grandma's memorial service took place.

The rooting of our family history in this tiny town is evidenced by the abundance of familiar names on the headstones of the town cemetery. My grandmother's parents, Fern and George Maxson, along with her brother, George are buried in close proximity to her newly placed headstone. Just a few yards away my grandpa's parents, Riley and Marie Brannon rest side by side, along with my great grandmother Sylvia with whom, I was reminded, I share a birthday. The headstones of other Maxson, Brannon, and Davis relatives are also scattered across the hilltop.

Our journey to North Loup began at nearly midnight after Benj, Talia and I returned home from VBS on Wednesday night. We put the kids to bed for a couple of hours while we finished packing the van and just before midnight transferred them to their car seats. Leila didn't quite catch on to the concept of sleeping in the car and spent most of the next 4 hours awake, finally falling back asleep around 4:30am.

When everyone began to wake up we stopped for breakfast at The World's Largest Truck Stop. Betcha didn't know that particular landmark distinguishes the eastern border of Iowa.

The kids did well in the car all day. Last summer I spent quite a bit of time gathering activity ideas for car trips so we kept them entertained with magnetic letters on a cookie sheet, coloring books (crayons in a cup so they can sit in the cup holder), pipe cleaners to twist and shape, masking tape to stick on themselves (it's amazing how fascinating that can be), Bible story CDs, movies, books, snacks, and more. One rest stop Benj got out of the car and said, "Mommy, my legs are crooked!" After winding through the corn fields in rural Nebraska on highway 22 we finally pulled into town at 6:00pm just as the test tornado siren was blaring.

We had dinner with a friend of my grandma's. We enjoyed a huge, homemade supper and wonderful small-town hospitality. What a respite after our long tiring trip! About an hour and a half another van load of family members arrived from Arizona and California. Not long after they arrived we loaded up in the vehicles again to take the short trip out to Camp Riverview where some of us planned to stay. On our way out to camp Seth was more and more amused as paved road became dirt road, which became "minimum maintenance" dirt road, finally giving way to a dirt path running alongside a corn field, two-thirds along which we had to stop to open (and close) the cow pasture gate. I didn't grow up going to this camp, but it was in many respects very similar to Camp Paul Hummel near Denver, the site of my earliest camp memories. We ultimately decided we would not be able to stay at camp as there was really only one bunk house that was clean enough to use, which would have had to house at least 6 adults, along with our 3 kids. Not to mention my sis-in-law, Erin wasn't thrilled with the horror film-esque flurry of moths that flew out at us when we opened the door. We decided to stay at a more convenient location in town. I would have loved to spend more time out at the camp, though. The setting was gorgeous, situated alongside the beautiful green banks of the North Loup River.

My mom's Uncle Homer was housed at the empty parsonage and graciously allowed us to fill some of the empty rooms with all of our air mattresses, suitcases, pack 'n play and other travel paraphernalia. By the time all of the family arrived we had 11 people of various generations spread all over the house, sharing 1 shower! We did discover that it had central air, although only one vent for the whole upstairs.

The kids were delighted to discover a real bonafide tree house in the yard Friday morning. They spent a happy morning climbing, sliding, and being twisted up on the long-roped swing. Benjamin declared that it was the first real tree house he had ever seen! Talia loved spinning on the untwisting swing. Although she would cry out in half-thrill, half-fear, "I'm scared!" she would always laugh once she stopped turning and yell, "I want to do it again!" Later in the morning and afternoon the kids were able to spend some time with Mima and Auntie Erin while my brother, cousin and I went to the church to rehearse some of the music.

I grew up going to church on Saturday, Sabbath as the Seventh Day Baptists still call it. So at 10:15 Saturday morning we made our way to the nearby church for a service steeped in childhood memories. The kids, not yet used to sitting through a church service, were fairly quiet and well-behaved, although Seth did have to take Leila out part way through the sermon. After church we made our way to the basement where some of the sweet church ladies had prepared a lunch of fried chicken, potato salad, raw veggies, and delicious peach cobbler for our family. Seth and I decided that there was no way Leila was going to make it through the memorial service, scheduled for 2:30 that afternoon so Seth retrieved her pack n play and set it up in a glass-enclosed room on the balcony of the sanctuary. She was technically present for the service, just passed out up on the balcony. :)

The service was a sweet time to remember Grandma's life and even learn some things I had never known about her history. We sang many of Grandma's favorite songs and hymns. On several of the songs it was like I could hear her voice singing right along with us, so interwoven with her memory were the tunes and lyrics. My uncles shared some of her written memoirs on subjects such as her childhood, love of music, and spiritual heritage. I dusted off my rusty piano skills to provide prelude, postlude, and accompaniment for the solos. Although southern gospel is not my personal favorite in terms of musical style, I loved playing the southern gospel-style hymn arrangements because I know Grandma would have loved them.

Our short family gathering ended Sunday morning as we all packed up our various vehicles and headed back to our homes. Cars and planes carried us home to California, Arizona, Kentucky, Georgia, up-state New York, South Dakota, and North Carolina. I'm sure I missed a state or two. Our family arrived home Monday evening after an overnight stay in St. Louis with some good friends. Although it was an exhausting trip, we are thankful for the sweet memories and family togetherness we experienced over 3 short days.

Health Update: Leila Edition

I have been thinking, over the last couple of weeks how different the third child is from the first child. When Benjamin was little I posted about his health progress all the time. I'm not sure I've even mentioned some of our challenges and milestones with little Miss Leila! So, I decided it is time for a Leila update.

For the past year we have had Leila in physical therapy for a significant gross motor delay. (If this sounds vaguely familiar it's because Talia was in the same program at the same age for the same issue, although the reasons behind Leila's delay are completely different from the reasons Talia was delayed--go figure.) When Leila was still not crawling (or giving us any idea that she would soon begin) by 13 months we decided to pursue physical therapy. So last June we started the process to get Leila qualified for early intervention, aka the "First Steps" program. She did qualify, testing in at about the level of an 7-8 month old for her gross motor skills. We began physical therapy shortly after.

This has been a completely different road than we traveled with Talia. She needed a little extra help and encouragement, but basically progressed very quickly and caught right up within a few months. Talia's issues were mostly due to balance (because of her frequent ear infections), which improved once she had her tubes put in, and low muscle tone, which improved with some basic strengthening techniques. Leila has been a little more tricky to figure out. Early on our therapist noticed that Leila had some "gravitational (or positional) insecurity," which is a fancy therapy term that means her muscle receptors had a hard time communicating to her brain where her body was in space. Practically speaking, this means that if she was tipped backward suddenly, or moved in a new way, or pushed too high in a swing she became very, very afraid. As a result she was extremely cautious and timid about movement. Working on a new body-movement skill usually involved a death grip onto any part of me she could reach and/or a complete jelly-legs meltdown. It was super fun.

Another complicating factor became evident about 6 months into our therapy when we discovered that Leila had a leg-length discrepancy. Her right leg measured 2 cm longer than her left leg, which converts to .78 inches. That's quite a big difference when your legs are only 11 inches long to begin with! This, of course, was a factor in her balance and ease of movement.

Leila, by the way, began crawling at 14 months, the day I signed the papers for her therapy plan to begin. But she still had plenty of work to do to come to anywhere near age-appropriate skills. The task then became to give her the balance and strength skills she needed to walk. She was compensating well for her longer leg and for several months both the therapist and I knew that she was on-track with her skills--she could walk, but she wouldn't. The fear factor was really the dominant issue. We made little progress for 3-4 months. By this time her problem solving skills had become another obstacle. If something we were asking her to do seemed too hard she would just figure out another way to accomplish it. And of course, she became more an more conscious of our strategies to encourage that "W" word, which she expertly thwarted. She didn't want to walk! Finally, at 21 months, with the help of an ingenious little device called "walking wings, " Leila took the plunge and (literally) stepped out into the unknown.

Since that time she has made some remarkable strides, especially in the area of her fear. Her gravitational insecurity seems to have mostly disappeared. She has conquered her fear of falling down the stairs (two big tumbles set us back for a few weeks), her fear of crossing a threshold, her fear of the big, scary, uneven terrain of the backyard, and her fear of standing on a raised surface (such as a stool or a chair). She even recovered quickly from her first skinned knee last week.

Lastly, I asked our therapist to update me on her leg-length discrepancy this week. She remeasured Leila's legs and they were exactly the same! She explained that this is probably due to the increased stimulation her left leg has gotten over the past few months as she has been walking consistently. Bone growth, apparently, is caused, at least in part, by impact so when her left leg began receiving more consistent impact it began to grow (whereas her right leg was receiving the same amount of impact since she stood with most of her weight shifted to the right since she learned to stand.)

So, overall, Leila is doing very well! She still has some skills to catch up on (such as walking up & down stairs, throwing, climbing, and balancing on one foot), but I think we have crossed the threshold of willingness to learn them, which seems like a very positive step.

Childhood Treasures

I spent most of one of our days in California going through boxes of childhood "treasures" in my parent's garage. I filled up an entire giant trash can with junk, but some of it I had to capture on camera before I pitched it :) Here are some of the precious (and not-so-precious) pieces of my childhood. (And don't worry, there are plenty of things I did keep.)

These are candles. Wow. Just wow.

One year at a youth campout this was our tent "doorbell."

I made this guy. He didn't quite turn out like the cute, cuddly teddy bear I had in my head.

These are some of the plaques that used to hang in my room when I was little.

Man, that is one RAD puffy paint sweatshirt, don't you think? :)

I was sad to throw this guy away. He was one of my favorites, even though he is a little scary with his red eyes!

This was my very favorite doll, Melanie.

...Right back where we started from

In early April we were able, for the first time in 3 1/2 years, to take a family trip to Southern California to see our families on the West Coast. Here are a few highlights from our short week....

Well, "highlights" is a little too perky for this first picture, which commemorates our first plane ride, during which Benjamin puked all over himself & me. Fun times. Good thing we didn't check any luggage. Everything we needed was in the overhead bin! :)

 

This is my parents' gorgeous new backyard. The kids loved being outside even thought it was pretty cold those first few days. They especially loved the pink rubbermaid "sandbox." Hours of entertainment!

Talia is sitting in my childhood rocking chair, holding my childhood Raggedy Ann doll (handmade by my mother). Precious!

We got to spend some time with my childhood friend, Erin, and her two (adorable) kiddos.

My brother and sister-in-law came in from Arizona and spent the day with us on Saturday. The kids had a blast with Uncle Kevin & Auntie Erin.

For old times sake, my dad gave me chores: to go through my boxes in the garage. I found some really...um...wonderful stuff, but I think Kevin gets the prize for the nastiest childhood "treasure." Here's my dad trying to return some kind of wild animal tail to it's rightful owner.

On Sunday Seth had the opportunity to preach in the church his high school youth pastor now pastors. We had a great time reconnecting with the sweet Clark family.

Even though the kids were still recovering from their mystery illness, it didn't prevent them from enjoying In-N-Out!

When we transitioned to Seth's parent's house on Sunday night Benjamin prayed, just before bed, "Please don't let me forget to ask Mamacita to help me make lemonade tomorrow" (they have a lemon tree in their backyard). Sure enough, almost first thing Monday morning, they were in the kitchen squeezing lemons.

Talia's dearest wish for our trip to California was to go to a place with a really big slide. (???) Seth grew up going to Atlantis park where Talia definitely got her wish.

Benj & Talia were very enamored with this statue of "Ariel's Daddy"

Leila and her cousin Audrey (2 months apart) had a "ball" in the backyard. (Blog posts are supposed to be full of cheesy puns, right?)

Our last day in California we took a morning trip to Downtown Disney. Benjamin has recently gotten into Legos, so he was very excited to visit this amazing Lego store.

Papo & Mamacita treated the kids to their choice of Build-A-Bear Workshop or Ridemakerz (the "build-a-car" place next door). Here is Benjamin putting his custom Lightning McQueen together.

Papo was on picture duty for Build-a-Bear since we had two little girls and their custom creations to manage. Talia made a pink rabbit with a daisy pattern and dressed her in a Rapunzel dress from the movie "Tangled" (which we saw for the first time that week). She named her bunny Rapunzel. Surprisingly, Leila had some strong opinions about her bear too. She chose a pink bear, which she was adament MUST have shoes. When we were creating the "birth certificate" for her bear we had to give it a name. I suggested several names to Leila. She kept shaking her head and saying, "no." When I suggested "Princess" she got a huge smile on  her face, nodded her head vigorously and said, "YES!" Talia carried her bunny around for the rest of the morning and kept insisting that everyone hold hands with her.

Thank you to Mima & Papa, Mamacita & Papo, for a wonderful, magical week. We all had a wonderful time.

Lessons Learned in the Trenches: Part 4b

Last Friday I shared this lesson: Don't measure yourself by someone else's standard, the results will not be accurate! Just as Benjamin and Talia will obtain different results when they measure the same rug using their own (different sized) feet, we will gain a skewed perspective when we measure our success by the achievements of others.

As I understood that "I can't expect my life to look like someone else's because we don't have the same life", I began to realize I should measure myself by a unique standard because of the following four (at least) factors:

• Different priorities. Here's the thing: all those women I envied didn't care about the exact same things I care about. There are facets of life and parenting that are important to me which may be only marginally, or not at all, important to others. Likewise, a season of life may lend a greater sense of urgency to certain endeavors. Choices about child discipline, finances, lifestyle, goals, health, and reaching out to others (and how these all come into balance with one another) are just a few of the factors that will cause even families who share the same basic core beliefs to operate quite differently from one another.
  
  In the trenches we had a few simple priorities: to continue to honor and serve God, to keep our marriage strong, to raise our children in the discipline and instruction of the Lord, and to finish the degree! (OK, there might have been a few more things sprinkled in there, but you get the idea.) I've talked before about my part in the dissertation writing process, mainly to take care of many of life's details so Seth could focus on writing. In light of this, one of my most basic priorities while we were in survival mode was to keep things simple. If I got too elaborate in my daily routine or too ambitious in my project list I inevitably ended up stressed out and burned out. Grouchy too. I had to learn to let go of my lovely idealistic picture of what it meant to be a good mom and instead to embrace our family's priorities and the activities that went with them.

• Different circumstances. Although we moms tend to group ourselves by various factors (I place myself in groups like this: moms of multiple children, moms of toddlers/preschoolers, homeschoolers, stay-at-home moms), our circumstances often vary widely. Number of children, season of life, health challenges ... many factors make up the specific set of circumstances in which each of us parent.

As Seth and I strove to work as a team to complete his doctoral program I gradually came to realize that I was not superwoman! And while we’re on the subject, let me just blow that one wide open: the superwoman image is a myth! None of us can do it all, but for some reason we keep feeling like we need to pretend that we can. Sometimes we do this by maintaining a front (always having the right answer, never sharing our struggles, even blog posts can contribute to this "I have it all together" lie if we're not careful). Sometimes we just hold ourselves to impossibly perfectionistic standards. This is nothing more than pride! During dissertation days there were some things that were just beyond the scope of my abilities at that time, and that was perfectly OK. It was (and is) ridiculous for me to waste one ounce of emotion feeling guilty for being human.

• Different personalities (and different parenting styles). We all know that personalities are as varied and unique as the billions of individuals who make up the population of the world. I have come to the conclusion that the same is true of our “mommy personalities” (parenting styles). I have never met even one other mom who handles every single situation the same way that I do. And since that is true it only makes sense that there is really no such thing as one standard by which I can measure my effectiveness as a mom.

In the early days, while I was still trying to keep up with Mrs. Jones, to modify the cliché, it eventually became clear to me that my son's behavior was suffering for my wandering. Benjamin was a very, VERY stubborn infant & toddler. He didn’t exactly catch on quickly when it came to learning acceptable (and unacceptable) behaviors and often required much more discipline than other children his age to acquire these skills. Consequently it was important to me to be VERY consistent with him in the beginning. Allowing even one loophole could cause him to persist in searching for another for weeks! I eventually found that in order to accomplish my goals for Benjamin I just couldn’t take the luxury of being “out and about” quite as much as other moms. It was important to me to be home where I could quickly and firmly administer effective discipline, as opposed to being at a playgroup or out shopping where I was more distracted and less free to deal promptly with situations that might arise.

• Different children. Both nature and nurture contribute to the wonderfully individual little people we have the privilege to raise. Each child comes with an ever-developing, unique combination of personality, physical ability, academic capacity, health factors, and spiritual understanding, to name a few of the many angles at which we must understand and guide our children. It therefore stands to reason that a one-size-fits-all "world's best mom" t-shirt isn't going to fit very many of us.

Some of you may have heard me mention before that my children hate crafts! Things have gotten a little better since we began homeschooling and they have learned that organized activity can be fun, but the majority of the time they balk at the idea of sitting down at the kitchen table to engage in some little activity I have cooked up for them. It used to make me mad. "What is wrong with these children??," I would say to myself after some attempt at fun dissolved into yet another round of complaining. I have no idea why some kids love to create and mine don't, but I've since decided not to stress out about it. Their minds are active and constantly learning: they spend hours in imaginary play!, they love music!, they tell me stories!, they love to read! Ultimately, does it really matter if we do themed crafts for every holiday or have boxes of artwork to tuck away for posterity? There are some ideals I just have to let go for the sake of loving my children for who they are.

When we consider our unique priorities, circumstances, personalities, and children it might be easy to come to the conclusion that these are the factors which should shape the unique standard by which we measure ourselves. The only problem, of course, is that although we think we know what is best for our lives, even our own intuition and best guesses are often flawed.

"Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding...." Proverbs 3:5 (emphasis added)

"All a man’s ways seem right to him, but the LORD weighs the heart." Proverbs 21:2 (emphasis added)

The unique standard by which we should measure ourselves, then, does not begin with our own knowledge, but is rooted, first and foremost in God's standard. And look what happens when we accept this:

"Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." Matthew 11:28-30

Trying to do it on my own, trying to be or do something for which God did not create me, trying to operate by a faulty standard, is a burden! Jesus says we must do three things to shed that burden. We must 1) realize our own efforts aren't making it ("come to me"), 2) submit to Him ("take my yoke upon you"), and 3) set our minds on his truth ("learn from me"). As we do that He will give us a different kind of a burden, a burden that isn't heavy because it's the one He created us to carry!

When I submit to God's plan for my life and quit carrying around the burden of that false standard, whatever it may be, I am free to see that my life, measured by His standard, is found completely worthy because of Christ's blood shed to cover my sin. In this I can truly find rest. Praise God!

Other posts in this series:

Lessons Learned in the Trenches: Part 1
Lessons Learned in the Trenches: Part 2
Lessons Learned in the Trenches: Part 3
Lessons Learned in the Trenches: Part 4a

Lessons Learned in the Trenches: Part 4a

4. Don't measure yourself by someone else's standard; the results will not be accurate!

A few weeks ago the kids and I were talking about measuring. We first explored the idea of a unit of measure. How many papers long is Daddy's desk? How many Talias long is this wall? How many Benj-hands wide is this doorway? Next we progressed to learning some vocabulary for measuring. I explained that one unit we can use to measure is feet. Having just experienced measuring with various implements, including their own body parts, the kids latched right on to the idea of measuring in feet. I set them to the task of measuring the length of our school room area rug in feet. Confidently they each began to mark off the prescribed distance in a heel-to-toe pattern, counting meticulously: one ... two ... three ... four. But there was a problem! When they reached the other end, each came up with a different answer. This, of course, was the point of my little educational activity: an introduction to the need for a standard unit of measure.

It is a simple illustration with an obvious (to those of us who aren't 4 and 5 years old) outcome. Yet, how often do we employ the same childish technique of measuring ourselves by someone else's standard? According to the Online Etymology Dictionary, one of the earliest meanings of the word standard was simply, a "unit of measure." It later took on the meaning "authoritative or recognized exemplar of quality or correctness." We often take what we would call someone else's "standard" and apply it to ourselves using the second meaning, rather than the first; at least I do!

I'll admit it: I got sucked in. As a new-ish mom with two small children, I knew just enough about the attractions of the online social world known to some as "mommy blogs" to get myself in trouble. For a time I read blog post after blog post written by these amazing women, some of them friends, all of them roughly my age and at my stage of life, who were doing all these wonderful, perfect, amazing things with their lives. Their children were always groomed perfectly with adorable little hairstyles and designer clothes. They always had amazingly artistic photographs of their children engaging in self-initiated creative activities or producing galleries of artistic wonders. Their houses were always spotless. Their days were always spent baking artisan bread, taking picturesque picnic lunches to the local park, and refinishing furniture to decorating perfection. Well, some of them were doing some of these things, some of the time. But I put all those lovely pieces together in my head and was convinced (and yes I do realize that this is a completely irrational statement) that somehow everyone else's life looked like that, and mine? well, mine was an endless mountain of dirty dishes and squabbling preschoolers. In my mind there was a mommy standard, in the "recognized exemplar" sense, and I wasn't meeting it.

I wish I could remember exactly how the realization came to me, but one day it crystallized, just as clearly as if I had always known it: I can't expect my life to look like someone else's because we don't have the same life! Once again, it was an embarrassingly simple truth, but its very simplicity brought hope to my envy-sick soul. 

In the next post we will delve into 4 reasons we should measure ourselves by a unique standard, and how we can find rest in establishing the correct standard.

Other posts in this series:

Lessons Learned in the Trenches: Part 1
Lessons Learned in the Trenches: Part 2
Lessons Learned in the Trenches: Part 3

BEST diaper deal EVER!

It's been awhile since I posted an awesome deal here. I know most of you aren't here to hear all the ins & outs of my shopping schemes, but this is a deal post I couldn't pass up. Ready?

I recently got a case of 204 diapers for $.38! As if that isn't incredible enough, I did it twice! And you can do it too! You will need a total of three Amazon diaper/baby store codes, found in many parenting magazines: two 20% off codes, expiring in different months, and one $10 off code.

A word about the codes: The codes are found on bright green cards inside the magazines. You can subscribe to two of the magazines that have been including the codes for FREE. Subscribe to Baby Talk and American Baby here. Additionally, Parents has offered a $1 subscription several times lately. The most recent one is here (Use the code: K4M8W9D. I'm not sure if it's still working.) Beyond the magazines you receive at home, you can find codes anywhere you are out & about. I find them almost every time I go to a doctor's office. Our pediatrician's waiting room has big stacks of free magazines such as Pregnancy & Newborn that have the codes in them. I have found it is pretty easy to get these codes. You can also ask others to keep an eye out for you. I have a friend who gets them from her mom who works in a doctor's office.

Once you have your codes, here's how to score your deal:

1. Join Amazon Mom. This is not only for moms-- Amazon says, "Despite the name, Amazon Mom is open to anyone who is responsible for caring for a baby or young child." This program entitles you to free 2-day shipping (no minimum) and 15% off select products, including diapers & wipes.
2. Click here to see a search page for disposable diapers, narrowed by the "Prime eligible" and "Subscribe & Save" options. "Prime Eligible" means products eligible for free 2-day shipping. "Subscribe & Save" will save you an additional 15% (off the original price). You are "subscribing" to have the item shipped to you at regular intervals, but if you don't want to continue receiving shipments you can cancel your subscription anytime after your original order ships, per Amazon. You can also narrow your search by size or brand in the left-hand column. (If you want to do my $.38 deal specifically, I ordered Luvs brand, size 3, 204 ct.)
3. Click on the diapers you want to order. On the product page choose "Subscribe & Save" in the blue box in the upper-right of the screen. Click "Subscribe Now."
4. Sign in when prompted and enter delivery & payment information, as prompted.
5. When you reach the screen that says "Review and Submit Your Order" you will see a box on the right-hand side that says, "Do you have any gift cards or promotional claim codes?" Type the code from your green card in the box and click "Apply." You should see a line appear in the box above ("First Delivery Summary") that says "Promotion Applied" with an amount, reducing the total. Enter your other codes the same way. When you have entered all your codes you should see three separate lines with "Promotion Applied" amounts.
6. When you have reviewed all the information on this page, click the "Sign me up" button and your diapers will be on their way!
7. If you don't want to continue to receive shipments you will need to cancel your "Subscribe & Save." In my experience you need to wait several hours for your current order to ship. You can check the status of your order here. To cancel your "Subscribe & Save" click here.