I'm a big believer in reusable nappies - especially if there's not a great deal of land available locally for landfill, such as the south east of England. It would be a neat trick if the weather was also good enough to not make tumble drying a necessity in the winter.
After keeping Peaches in reusables for 21 months, we are now calling it a day. We hope to potty train the small girl in August and if that goes well, it won't have made sense to buy a new set of bigger nappies. I have to say I feel a great sense of release from the constant washing. The routine of it all was becoming a real grind.
The clincher came when Recaro declared he was finding it difficult to get them fastened on to Peaches, particularly when she was wriggling about. Meanwhile, I was turning out to be quite dextrous in getting them on, no matter what position she was in. Even if it meant letting her stand on washroom rubbish bins so she could play with the taps while I dealt with business down below. There's no doubt in my mind that I'm 'letting' Recaro make the decision - in other words I want a change of routine and his reason is going to serve as my excuse.
I feel a bit sad, because there was a lot of pleasure in having a stack of thick cosy nappies at the ready. Already I feel nostalgic for seeing Peaches' nappy filling out her trousers and holding out her skirts was undeniably cute. Now those days are over... and all of a sudden the clothes that were too small have a new lease of life. She seems slimmer and more grown up.
Mind you, I'm not fooled. Successful potty training is going to depend on her own interest in leaving nappies behind. I'm roping in the childminder early by telling her of our intention and asking her to do what she can to explain what potties and toilets are all about.
There are some positive signs, she tells me when she's done a dirty nappy, she can stay dry for over an hour and this afternoon she even tried getting up on the toilet at the right time. Not that she stayed there. Right now, I'm playing occasional poo-catching games just so that she knows I don't get freaked out at the sight of the stuff. She also gets to help me flush it away - and she thinks that's fun.
The real lessons start in August, so any book recommendations would be warmly welcomed - especially books for Peaches.