There has been one major addition to my life in the last year: Girl Guides of Canada.
The reality is that running two Girl Guide units has dominated my free time in the evenings when I normally spend a little bit of time here. I love my work with Girl Guides and that won't change. Nor will the amount of time I devote to it.
And, with my current attempts to get back into paid employment with the government, it isn't likely that more free time is going to open up any time soon.
And so, while it may not be of interest to current readers (if there are any current readers left?), I'm going to change my use of this space somewhat and use it to share meeting ideas, craft ideas, issues and celebrations about my Girl Guide units. I will still use it as my personal blog. it won't entirely be Girl Guide-related but since that is a big part of my life, it only makes sense that it becomes more of a feature on the blog. And if it means that I get back to writing more often, then it's the right answer.
But for now, the blog, at least for this week, is going back to its roots: poop talk! Bum talk! Toilet training talk!
Both of my girls played starring roles here during their toilet training adventures. And it seems only fair that Henry's foray into all things underpants (his favourite word for underwear) and toilet is documented as well. Not just for posterity and your enjoyment, but for my own psychological health.
As you may recall, I hate toilet training. I've said it before and I'll say it again: if there is one part of parenting I'd like to be able to hire out, it would be this part. I'll take barf, discipline, sleeplessness, illness over toilet training anyday. I. HATE. IT.
Maybe that's why we generally suck at it over here. Although Hope's experience was way better than Emily's and maybe that means that Henry's will be even better.
All I really know is that I'm likely to be washing a lot of underpants today.
Today is Day 1 and currently Henry is still sitting on the couch watching Grover in his dinosaur jammies and a fully stocked diaper. My resolve is still building. I still need a shower. Although maybe it would be wise to delay that until I really need it. Right now I'm only mildly dirty. Just wait.
|Feeling ready for those underpants! All positive and full of smiles. Just wait.....|
And so, you can expect updates today. Hopefully many positive ones. Probably many poopy ones. Although, given this guy's propensity for being backed up, it may be all pee. I think I'll be considering myself blessed that he can't produce the deuce without a lot of grunting and red-facedness.
See? Already starting on the poop talk and I haven't even pulled out the Spiderman underpants yet. Oh, this day is going to be good. Aren't you glad I'm back?