Joining Like Mother, Like Daughter.
Ginger loves having her photo taken at the moment and looking at the resulting image in the camera. I love this moment of pure joy. She had just tossed her comforter or 'comf' as she calls him in the air as I asked her to look at the camera. She thought she was pretty funny.
Ginger is 2 at the start of April and with baby boy due a couple of weeks later, Mr Provincial and I have been under pressure to get her birthday presents finished just in case he comes early. I can proudly say they are now all complete, wrapped and ready to go.
Mr Provincial made Ginger a play kitchen per these instructions. I made a coordinating tea towel and pot mit. I am not sure if she will be satisfied with the pot mit as she has a preference for the gloves in the kitchen - but this will do initially.
My present for Ginger is a teepee from The Crafty Minx book. I borrowed my copy from the library. Lets just say that I had no idea of the price of dowel rods when I started this project. To say homemade is not always thrifty would be an understatement.
Ginger has taken a liking to 'stomping outside' (as distinct, from the time I put her in the bath to do it because it was simply too wet) in her 'boots'. The boots are a concession to the fact that her mother is paranoid about all the soil borne diseases up here in the tropics.
The lack of clothing reflects our current potty training stage. More on that in a moment.
Just a warning that this may be a case of too much information, so feel free to end your reading now:)
Ah, the joys of potty training. I don't know if it is the conducive climate but up here in the tropics people seem to toilet train their children very young. I came home a few weeks ago in a total panic because we hadn't even started the toilet training process, and Ginger's compatriots at our children's activities were well on the path.
I bought Kmart and Big W out of their smallest size training pants (Ginger might be almost 2 but the girl is skinny), a potty and a training seat. But, a month on we have made little progress. Someone has brilliant control when out of nappies - Girl can hang on for hours. But actually using the potty is just not happening (and don't even try the real toilet - the screaming and rigid body).
Initially she flatly refused to use it at all ('no potty' and 'no nicks'), and now while she will sit on it when it is evident she really needs to go we can't actually get her to relax enough to actually use it. We have tried bribes - we read to her while she sits, give her stickers and stamps just for sitting and half a teaspoon of icecream for success (though success is a relative term, since she stops herself after a mere trickle). Oh, and we tried the pouring water technique next to her potty.
Regularly she asks for a nappy when she needs to wee and since we are concerned she will end up with an infection if she doesn't go (since she hasn't been for hours) after cajoling with the potty with no success, we end up giving in.
Lately, I have felt like Maudie (of Maudie and Bear - my favourite toddler book). More than once both Ginger and I have ended up in tears over the whole process. I realise late pregnancy is not the most convivial time to toilet train, but neither will the months after the baby arrives.
I had a phonecall from the Obs office yesterday to say my latest bloodwork showed an iron deficiency, so hopefully some iron supplements will give me the boost I need to tackle this everest of child development. I must admit I am tempted to give the whole process a rest for a few months and try again later. Perhaps, while physically ready, Ginger is not emotionally at the place to be doing this at the moment.