Sorry for the absence these last few weeks! May turned into a bit of a whirlwind, but thankfully June is calming down a bit and I definitely plan on sharing more regular updates. I promise I'll respond to all your messages and questions in the next few days! 😊
For now I thought I'd share some adorable photos of Hannah from last weekend! I try to take her to the park every weekend as our weekday routine has us cooped up indoors far too often. These outings offer us a chance to unwind with a book and unplug (with the exception of my phone kept handy for emergencies, and, of course, these adorable captures.)
Despite Hannah being in diapers round the clock for almost a month now, her initial hesitation to step outside in her diaper remains, and each expedition sees at least some resistance. However, she had been such an exceptionally well-behaved little one this past week that I rewarded her on Sunday morning with an outfit which, while being childish and featuring a cute pink pinafore along with a matching headband adorned with a bow, covered her diaper more than adequately. As we embarked on our park adventure, I carried our picnic supplies while Hannah carried her diaper essentials, clearly oblivious to the brightly-colored diaper peeping from the bag for the whole walk.
Our stroll to the park is slightly over a mile. As we awaited the pedestrian signal, I noticed a certain rigidity creep into Hannah's posture - a telltale sign of her wetting herself. So a block later as we turned onto a side-trail in the park that was away from prying eyes, I told her to come to me for a diaper check. But instead of adhering to me, she decided to throw a minor tantrum, seemingly too flustered to bend over in public.
Choosing to remain silent, I took her hand and didn't let go until we reached our favorite picnic spot, ensconced by trees on three sides. Here, I gently ushered Hannah towards one of the trees and lifted her pinafore, revealing her damp diaper. "Corner time. Stay like this until I tell you that your punishment is over," I instructed sternly, before proceeding to lay out our picnic blanket and pull out my book. Hannah let out a small whimper, her diaper crinkling as she squirmed uncomfortably. The brilliance of her position is that while I had an unobstructed view of the hill leading to our site and thus, could alert her if anyone was approaching, Hannah was facing the other direction, blind to potential witnesses of her conspicuous diaper bulge. I smiled, watching her obvious. discomfort. A few minutes in, her anxiety got the better of her and she attempted to sneak a glance. I informed her that this minor transgression added another 10 minutes to her corner time.
Not wanting to prolong her toddler-esque stance against the tree, Hannah complied. Once her punishment time was over, she joined me, her diaper noticeable saturated. As she sat down, it became apparently that concealing her diaper was impossible. I told her to stop fidgeting and handed her her book. The rest of the day was delightful, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy glancing over at her blushing cheeks and exposed diaper as we continued to sit there and read.
I hope that with every outing, Hannah will soon realize that following the rules is always in her favor! Maybe then these adventures will become a bit less daunting for her.
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