We seem to be in the midst of a baby boom, so to prepare for all the new little ones who will be (and have been) entering into our lives, I’ve been busy making bibs and burb cloth sets for the past few weeks. These took me much longer than I had anticipated.  With various illnesses hitting our home and the slew of work and school commitments, I haven’t had as much time as I had hoped to sew.

15 bib and burb cloth sets later (including the ones I made earlier this month), here is the rundown:

There are 4 lone bibs left without burb cloths.  I ran out of matching scrap fabric.

Plumeria and Hibiscus Baby Bib

Hawaii is known for its flowers!

Adorable bib is perfect for a baby girl. Measures approx. 7″ W x 9″ L and features absorbent purple terrycloth backing and a snap. Pattern placement may vary.

Matching Gift Set Available.

All fabrics preshrunk. All items topstitched for durability. Recommended machine wash cold, gentle cycle. Tumble dry low.

Handmade with Aloha in a non-smoking home.

100% of the sale proceeds will be donated to Etsy for Charity (EFC) Charity of the Month.

One day I was again dressed only in a T-shirt and diapers as the bell rang again. Laura immediately came charging into the room, throwing a pair of jeans to me telling to pull them over my diapers.

“I completely forgot that Isabelle told me they were passing by to say hello before they went to the Johnson’s for lunch.”

I had barely the time to put on the trousers before they came in. At first I felt uneasy but before long had forgotten all about the diapers. Tom, Isabelle’s husband, had started one of his boring explanations on his latest fad, I guess it was the stock exchange. I was listening with half an ear when suddenly I felt I was being watched. Turning around I saw Laura and Isabelle giggling as they were watching me.

“Talking about me?”, I asked testily.

“Yes, we were wondering how long you were going to endure my boring husband today.”

I felt relieved and answered it was actually quiet interesting. The women joined us and we chatted for a while until their two boys, Marc and Oliver, 3 and 6 years old, wanted to go outside to play and my wife Laura and Tom accompanied them in the garden. I stayed inside with Isabelle to watch over Lucy, their 6-month-old baby-girl.

Soon it was time for them to go on but before leaving Isabelle decided to change Lucy´s diapers. I became very conscious of my own diapers but at the same time couldn’t take my eyes off the little girl being changed. Suddenly Isabelle looked up.

“Hasn’t been that long since you last changed wet diapers, has it?”

I was completely taken aback and blushing heavily started mumbling that indeed it hadn’t when I suddenly recovered. Still blushing I protested

“What do you mean? It’s been years”.

“No, Laura told me that last, when the two of you were babysitting for Marc and Oliver you put on Oliver’s diapers. That’s less than a month ago.”

Relieved I smiled and affirmed that that was true. I felt rather silly about my strong reaction and added that I had completely forgotten about that. Isabelle gave me a strange look but smiling finished fastening Lucie’s diapers.

A few moments later they took leave and I helped them carrying the kids and all the baby stuff to the car. Of course Tom had to show me some new gadget in his car. As I was leaning into the car to watch, Isabelle came up behind me and tapped me on the bottom.

“Putting on some weight, aren’t you?”

Turning around brusquely I hurt my head. Once more I blushed and stammered.

“No, not at all. I actually, eum, …, well maybe I did. I don’t know. Do you think I did?

Isabelle started laughing

“Oh did I hurt your feelings? Don’t worry you have still a long way to go to catch up with Tom.”

She kissed me good-buy and they were off, leaving me standing in the street wondering if those different remarks were just coincidences. I wanted to ask Laura if she had told something to Isabelle but thinking it over decided I would just be making a fool of my self.

A couple of weeks later Laura told me that Isabelle had asked us to take care of Lucy for a day. Tom was taking the two boys to some amusement park and she wanted to take the opportunity to have the day all to herself and to do some shopping. Since it was a splendid spring-day I didn’t have any objections since it would be a great opportunity to spend lazily in the garden with the whole family. Our son Anthony did some homework, Laura and our daughter Carol played with Lucy, while I was reading. Since both our children had some arrangements with friends for the afternoon we had an early lunch. When they had left, Laura prepared a minced vegetable and meat lunch for Lucy. After feeding her a couple of spoons she asked me to take over. I was soon quiet absorbed by this. In the beginning the girl seemed to enjoy the food but after a while the feeding got very slow with the baby all the time turning her head away.

When Laura came back I suggested that Lucy didn’t seem to have any hunger anymore. To which Laura replied that that didn’t surprise her since she had prepared too much, thinking that her other baby might want some too. And before I had time to realise what she meant she was fastening a bib around my neck. Enjoying being spoon-fed what was left of Lucie’s lunch I wondered excitedly what would follow. I wasn’t disappointed since immediately after finishing the plate Laura took off my pants and diapered me before leading us upstairs to take a nap. We were installed one next to the other in the double bed in the master bedroom each with a pacifier. Soon Lucy and I were soundly asleep both happily sucking on our pacifiers.

I don’t know how long we slept but I only woke up when Laura had entered the room.

“How are my little darlings doing? We don’t want to spend this splendid day in bed, do we?”

Lifting Lucy out of bed she smelled a messy diaper.

“Oh my little darling has done a big poopoo. Let’s take care of that, let me make my poor baby all clean again”.

And then addressing me she added

“I hope you didn’t wet your diapers, did you?”

I hadn’t, but felt discriminated. If she was treating us equally as babies why didn’t I have the right to use my diapers? But I simply answered that I hadn’t, however adding that I would have to go to the bathroom soon. Laura told me I would have to hold on a little more since she couldn’t take care of two babies at the same time. I went downstairs and installed me in the sun with a book. When Laura, carrying July, came into the garden she took off my glasses and told us to play while she prepared an afternoon snack. I protested that I had to go to the bathroom but Laura, turning around, answered that that could wait. Knowing that it would cause some scolding I decided to wet my diapers anyway. As always the wetness spreading into the diapers felt wonderful. This was certainly worth a scolding. Sitting on my wet, warm diapers, playing with Lucy’s toys felt like heaven.

Laura served us the strangest snack ever, explaining that Isabelle had told her it was Lucie’s favourite. It consisted of a plate of yoghurt mixed with blackberry jam poured over a slice of bread. After she had cut the bread in a couple of pieces with a spoon Laura told us to eat the whole mesh with our fingers. Needless to say our hands, faces and bibs were soon all stained with the black jam. At that moment the bell rang. Laura seemed surprised. On my anxious question if this could be Isabelle she reassured me that she expected Isabelle to come back only much later.

As she left to answer the door I was not taking no chances. I rushed to the living room where luckily I found my trousers, which I hastily pulled over my wet diapers. Rushing back to the kitchen I tried to take off the bib but in my haste of course I got it all knotted up. I was still desperately trying to get it off when Isabelle entered the room and immediately started laughing.

“Gosh Michael! I can’t believe it. Don’t you feel silly?”

In the mean time she had taken her daughter in her arms and kissed her warmly. I was kind of paralysed giving furious looks at Laura who was looking at me with a mocking smile on her face. Without realizing it I was still fumbling with the bib. Isabelle noticing this passed Lucy to Laura and came over to me.

“Come let me help you. Aren’t both of them looking real cute with their faces all blue?”

Taking of my bib, she led me to the sink to wash my face.

Until then I had completely forgotten about my face but now I suddenly remembered my wet diapers too. I immediately tried to get away but it was too late. Tapping on my bottom Isabelle started laughing again, and turning to Laura said: “So it is true? Can’t wait to see it”.  And before I could react she had opened my trousers and pulled them down.

There’s a reason the stork brings new babies snug inside a quilt – how better to keep precious newborns safe and warm? In fact, baby quilts and quilted infant accessories, despite their small size, do a BIG job and they do it well.

Custom bibs – and matching burp pads quilted thick for extra protection! – make great baby shower gifts, especially if you want to give mom-to-be something a little different (I made guitar fabric ones for our great-nephew and his rocker dad). Want something the little guy won’t outgrow right away? A growth chart, custom designed to match baby’s room, gets used year after year. And speaking of baby’s room… if you can’t find exactly what you are looking for in ‘pink for girls/blue for boys’ commercially available décor, a one-of-a-kind Whimzie quilted crib set may be perfect solution for your special delivery.

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From then on I was regularly diapered and treated as a baby by my wife Laura. Of course I was very happy to have achieved my objective but at the same time worried that I was getting more pleasure out of it than Laura. Little by little however I realised that I didn’t need to worry about getting more pleasure out of the situation than she. Laura too was getting her fair share. She especially developed a taste for humiliating me which became a turn-on for both of us.

She became quiet creative at it. For instance she would make me completely dependent by binding my hands behind my back. If I complained that I was bored she would put me before the television and put some children’s video on. On other occasions she bandaged my fingers together leaving only the thumbs free and told me to eat some porridge using a large wooden spoon. If I refused to participate she would threaten to tell everything to Isabelle or some other friends or show them the large collection of compromising photos which she had taken in the mean time. Of course I wasn’t allowed to use the bathroom on those occasions which usually resulted in me wetting my diapers. Every time she would get mad, asking me how I could be such a baby, and after liberating me, tell me to get the filthy diapers off and go wash myself. Sometimes she made me keep the wet diapers on until I really pleaded to be allowed to change. Since we didn’t have many occasions to indulge in those pleasures and they never lasted very long I didn’t mind, on the contrary.

But then she started to humiliate me in public. The first time was horrible. I was sitting in the living-room dressed only in diapers and a T-shirt. We had planned some baby treatment but hadn’t really put our heart in it. I was just thinking of joining Laura upstairs and tell her to stop the game for that day when the bell rang.  I froze, waiting for Laura to answer the door, realising that if anybody would come in I had no place to hide. After a few seconds the door bell rang a second time. This time I heard Laura coming down the stairs and opening the door but couldn’t hear what was being said. I got up to approach the door between the living and the hall to listen when the door swung open and Laura, only dressed in a bath-robe, put her head inside.

“Darling, could you show the plumber where he can find the leak under the sink?”

Before I could react the plumber entered the room and I heard Laura going up the stairs again. Turning all red, looking at the surprised face of the plumber, I mumbled something about a recent operation I had undergone when the man interrupted me.

“Don’t you worry. My younger brother has been wetting his bed all his life. I know all about it. Used to be damned ashamed about it. But by the way, where is that other leak?”

He seemed to like his own joke quiet a lot since he laughed very hard. Smiling meekly I told him to follow me.

“You know my brother never wanted to wear diapers, damn nuisance. Now he is married and I’m sure she diapers him all right. Probably likes it to. Oh, I didn’t mean anything. But there are some real nutcases around. You can’t imagine all the things I see. Some time ago I have to go to some apartment and a beautiful broad opens the door, I would say some 30 years old. She is dressed in some kind of nursing uniform I  follow her and suddenly find myself face to face with a man, no a boy, 17 or maybe 18 years old I would say. He is crawling around, dressed as a baby, with a pacifier in his mouth, and from the smell, and you can’t teach me anything about smells, it was clear his diapers weren’t just filled with piss. The broad must have noticed it too, because she starts making a fuss about him being a filthy boy. But then she shows me the work in the bathroom next door. I had to fetch some tools and when I come back the boy is washing himself. I didn’t know what to say, and that’s unusual because normally I’m in no loss for some easy chat, but what would you expect in those circumstances? Any way, after a few minutes he’s gone. When I’ve finished my job I go looking for the broad and find both of them together. He is sitting on her lap, sucking on her breast, she has one hand in his diapers and the other in her own panties, and it’s clear they are both coming real hard, she all the while moaning, “That’s my baby, that’s my baby”. Never seen anything like it. Real nutcases.”

At that moment he suddenly interrupted his work, and looked up at me, as if suddenly something had passed his mind.

“Oh, I don’t mind you know. Everybody his pleasure I always say.”

I again started to fumble about my operation when Laura entered the kitchen.

“Darling you better pull this over your diapers.”

And she hands me a pair of boxer shorts she had bought me once as a joke: pink with all kinds of coloured animals on them.

When he was gone I was first very mad at Laura but she laughed and I started to see the funny side of it too. We had sex right there on the kitchen floor.

Another occasion was possibly even worse. We were on a week-end trip and staying at a plush hotel. We had decided that I would be diapered for the whole week-end.  Since we had slept late we had to hurry to arrive at the breakfast table so Laura told me to keep on my wet diapers and change myself afterwards. Coming back from breakfast we found that the room maid was cleaning our room. She asked if she should come back later but we told her she could go on. I installed myself on the balcony with a book. By now I had to pee very hard so I decided to let go in my diapers adding even more wetness. It was getting late and Laura was getting impatient to leave. She went inside to see how the maid was doing and a few moments later called me.

“Darling, could you come inside so that I can change your diaper?”

Assuming the maid was gone I went inside only to discover that the maid was still occupied with one of the beds and that Laura had laid out a new diaper on the other one. The maid was as surprised as I was and had stopped working, looking puzzled from me to the bed and back. I turned all red and gave a furious look at Laura signalling that I was not going to be changed in front of the maid. Laura came up to me and gently said in my ear that I knew what would happen if didn’t do what she asked.

I hesitated for a second but hadn’t much of a choice. Giving furtive glances at the maid I let Laura unbuckle my belt. She turned to the maid, who didn’t know what to do or where to look, and told her politely she could go on with her work. When my trousers fell to the floor Laura started scolding me again but more gently than usual.

“God they are soaked! You should have changed them before. We are very lucky that they didn’t leak. Hurry now, take them off and give them to the lady so that she can throw them away.”

I took them off and rolled them into a ball, but of course wasn’t going to give them to the maid.  However, having heard Laura’s remark she came already up to me. I only noticed now how pretty and young, maybe 16 or 17, she was, which somehow made it even more embarrassing. She was clearly finding the situation very amusing. She took the diapers out of my hands and, smiling sympathetically, said she was going to take care of them

I hurried to the bathroom and while I washed myself I heard the two women talking and laughing behind my back. I was not planning to come out of the bathroom before the maid had left. I brushed my teeth, and just as I was going to start shaving Laura opened the door.

“Oh, I should better diaper you first, you can shave afterwards. We don’t want you to wet the clean floor, do we?” Whispering, I protested but Laura wasn’t going to relent. When I came back into the room the maid was finishing .her work. I was made to lie down on the bed. Laura expertly slipped the diapers underneath and then to my horror, took the baby powder and applied a large amount between my legs. When the diapers were fastened Laura told me to get up and dressed. All the while the maid had been looking on amused, and now took leave, wishing us a good day and, turning to me, added: “I think it’s great you are wearing diapers, sometimes the guests wet their bed and that’s not so funny for us. Don’t worry I won’t tell anybody.”

I felt very ambiguous about those incidents. Being horrified but at the same time not trying to prevent them. I didn’t really think Laura would ever show the pictures to anyone but still did what she asked. The conclusion is clear: I liked it.

Spiral Necklace

My 1st commission, a one of a kind bib designed  has an air of sophistication and christmas glamour to it. Give your friends and family an individual gift this christmas with a personal handmade bib/necklace from Grosvenor Design.

These are statement pieces and would work well with a plain black dress this festive season. If you would like to purchase one of my designs email me at faye_grosvenor@hotmail.com with your colour ideas and price range, prices start from £15.99 and the above piece is priced at £19.99. Keep an eye on my blog for my latest designs.

Après le conte pour enfants ANAHUAC du matin, les adultes pourront faire une pause gourmande avec Christian Hénaff  (chocolatier de « C.chocolat » à Brest).

De la plantation du cacaoyer à la récolte des cabosses jusqu’au « bonbon » finalisé, ce passionné retracera les grandes étapes de l’élaboration du chocolat et de ses exigences.

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While I’m still plugging away at my kids’ sweaters, I’m also trying to knock WIPs off my list and make some winter warmers for the family.

So I picked up the bonnet (Rav link) I started shortly after I found out I was pregnant with the baby girl. It was a bit tedious because it just wasn’t turning out very nicely, but whatever, at least I finished it.

And then, while perusing the archives at Brooklyn Tweed, I came across this neat little beanie hat. The project photos from Jared and from other Rav users made it look like a great, attractive hat that might actually appeal to my DH and his shaved head. It sounded like a quick knit and I was keen to play with the unique construction so I cast on (Rav link). It was indeed quick and fun, but it didn’t turn out quite as I’d envisioned. (I wanted it to end at the eyebrows, instead it needs the brim turned up.) Though DH is wearing it, I’m not so sure how long it will last. Maybe he loves it and is hiding it well. I do love how the Interlacements Oregon Worsted 100 knit up. I’ve used it for some other small things in ribbing and stockinette, but garter loves this yarn! The finished fabric is unbelievably smooshy and awesome. That yarn is such a bargain too, lovely merino in vivid saturated colors. I should probably snap some more up soon.

I also wrapped up a bib (Rav link) that had been on the needles for 6 months. Brass needles, while gorgeous to look at, are not speedy to knit with. Coming up, I’ve got bunches of other small projects queued. Mittens and hat for the boy, cabled mittens for a gift, socks for all. (I’ve cast on for some toddler size socks in fact.) But I’m trying to temper my “start-itis” with the very real need to keep my knitting time open because as soon as I finish off a couple more projects I need to be casting on for the biggest project I’ve ever knitted, a man-size sweater! Can’t wait to get it designed – if I could just decide on the yarn.

 This necklace was made up as i went along, I love to design things symmetrical and to make accessories that look individual and sophisticated. My Boyfriends mum is even going to wear it to a wedding, which makes me feel great :p. I think i may wear it to my Graduation in the next few weeks, I feel it would go really well with a plain black dress 

Close up of My design

I think i love beads now, just the way the light shines off the surface. I would love a camera that would catch more detail, but then christmas is coming up lol

That is the number of stitches that my embroidery machine stitched on embroidery day. I completed the embroidery design on my new shirt and on 3 baby sleepers. Then I also stitched 3 designs on 3 towels for  baby bibs. The final design I embroidered was a design on a blank for a Christmas present for someone.

All in all I had a great day, and it was lots of fun. Although I did not get the 4th or 5th sleeper done that I had the fabric laid out for, I do consider the day a success. I will post more details on the designs as I post the finished items, except for the Christmas present, but with only 48 days left until Christmas you won’t  have to wait too long to see a picture of it as well.

Right now, I am excited to get sewing and get these current projects finished so I can start more. Stay tuned!

We’ve been quiet for a while now, but Veronica and I have been largely preoccupied.  She became engaged (yay!) and has been planning what’s sure to be the wedding to beat all weddings in 2010, making her own dress and most of the decorations.  I made a big decision and decided to accept a full-time job (having freelanced for the past few years), at a lovely company that I have a hard time believing how much I enjoy working at.  And, amongst all of this excitement, we realized that we just weren’t enjoying the process of making clothing as much as we used to.  It was proving very taxing trying to produce substantial collections while holding down a full time job, not to mention market each collection to enough boutiques and afford trade shows, and having some semblance of a personal life.   We are both hard workers, but we need our down time.

We have always joked to each other, “Gee, I wish we could do accessories, like our friend so-and-so, they can just do street events and tons of fun stuff, and sell at a lower price point on Etsy so it’s more accessible, without people having to worry about trying anything on.”  Suddenly, we realized; why can’t we?  Why couldn’t we also create accessories?  Veronica then had a eureka moment and realized that she has spent many years of her life collection various vintage and antique fabrics, baubles and notions from the many antique fairs she frequents – why not incorporate those into sewn necklaces, belts, cuffs?  So then it was decided, in late summer, to make the switch, and have our new collection ready in time for the holidays.  We both felt giddy, it just seemed so right!  It made so much sense.  The pieces still have the same feminine, chic yet unique feel of our clothing.  Not to mention it makes it so much easier for us to sell affordable items, which we’ve always wanted to do, directly to our consumers.

We’re pleased to announce that our debut accessories line is now available on our Etsy page, www.cocoirene.etsy.com.  Veronica is having a blast creating these pieces, and I’m proud as all get out to sell them.  Also, check out our new website!  We love the new design, I think it really compliments our new aesthetic.

Enjoy the new collection!  Hopefully the love will shine through.

p.s. Our Josephine Bib necklace was featured in this week’s Time Out Chicago!  http://chicago.timeout.com/articles/shopping/80284/bib-necklaces

I would like to congratulate you on reading my first post.  Don’t feel honored, because most likely it will be a waste of your time.  I will use this e-paper and e-pen to write down my thoughts, so that i can share it with the world. **** BTW THIS POST IS NSFW, towards the end****

Anyways, onto the GOOD stuff.  To my recollection, its been about 5-6 years that i’ve been interested in 2 wheeled vehicles.  Which means i’m talking about motorcycles, bikes, scooters, and whatever else is out there with two wheels that i haven’t discovered yet.  So, just recently, i have gotten into the sport of road biking.  Yes, its a sport!  Look at Lance Armstrong and all the other athletes that compete in biking and you will know its a sport.   Just try riding a bike up a hill, no scratch that, try riding for 40 miles and tell me it was easy.  Anyways, before i got interested into road biking, i was a mountain biker.  After i found that it was really difficult to get in rides on the trails with a mountain bike, i decided to purchase a road bike.  I just lost my train of thought……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

ok i think i remember what i was going to say.  Yes, i bought my first ROAD BIKE! But the reason why i bring up the fact that i was a mountain biker before becoming a road biker is because as a mountain biker, i vowed on my (insert something outrageous) that i would never dress like those road bikers.  I remember saying to myself, as i drove past these posers on their road bikes, (excuse the language, im sorry in advance) “What freaking fags! Why the heck are they wearing that crap?! That’s so gay!”  So i continued to have this mindset, UNTIL i bought my own road bike and my road biking friends told me that i needed to get a bib.  I continued to refuse, saying that i didnt need it.  I had my padded mountain biking shorts and i was fine with it.  BUT THEN one day i fell into the peer pressure and i purchased my first bib shorts.  WOW! it felt weird, but good.  Its like when you go to the asian style sauna’s where you are completely naked in front of fully grown men, showering and splashing around in the scalding hot water.   Weird but feels so good.  So now i’ve done it, purchased the bib, i was one of THEM!  After i bought the bib, i took a casual ride with a couple buddies.  Honestly, it felt pretty cool, it had the feel of being a team of bikers, but slightly weird, cause it felt like i was wearing nothing.  After i finished the ride, i was like WOW! Even during the ride, i was telling my friends that the feeling was awesome and it felt great.  I NOW knew firsthand why those road bikers that i cursed earlier, wore this type of clothing.  It’s just THAT awesome.  The feeling of riding is equivalent to riding naked on a bike, with the exception of massive amounts of padding on your butt and groin area.  There was no material getting in the way, no weighing you down, it was just AMAZING!  So, as i have experienced first hand why as a road biker, they wear this thing called bib shorts, i will continue to do the same.   I would like to offer my sincerest of apologies to all those people that i made fun of, ridiculed, and shouted and laughed at hysterically while zooming past them in my car.(j/k i didnt do the last part)

I am a promoter of bib shorts and I LOVE THEM.  if i had enough money to buy 10 pairs, i would wear them like underwear.  They feel oh SO nice! Anyways, this post does not show my support for bib shorts without a picture of me in them, so to top it off! 

Welcome to the wonderful world of road biking and bib shorts!  I love you guys, who read all this crap!

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Review & Giveaway

Ewww, it drips under the neck. And sometimes a baby bib just isn’t convenient, if baby falls asleep during feeding, removing a bib could wake up baby and lose Mom a few minutes of “free” time while baby rests. Scrunch Baby Bottle Bib can catch spills during bottle feeding, that traditional bibs leave behind. The Scrunch Bottle Bib attaches to the bottle instead of the infant, it catches spills before it reaches the tender neck, and helps prevent uncomfy rashes, and sour necks.

The Scrunch Bottle Bib is available in a nice variety of boy, girl, and neutral colors. Soft, plush, and absorbent fabric with a double layer. It attaches easily to a bottle with long velcro straps to fit all sizes, an opening for stuffing and shaping. Just attach to any size bottle, and pull the fabric back away from the infant’s face and insert the bottle as usual!

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Bibs are not just for babies this season.

Cherry Lane Jane uses reclaimed sweaters and transforms them into bibs.

http://cherrylanejane.etsy.com

In the first chapter I told how, having been attracted to diapers all my life, I finally told my wife, and after overcoming initial strong resistance, she began treating me as a baby.

Chapter two:

I went back downstairs, cleaned the table as fast as I could, all the time trying to hold my bladder. After I had finished cleaning up the kitchen, jumping from one foot to the other, I went to the living room and sat on the couch, which relieved the pressure somewhat. I tried to read but without glasses had to settle for simply leaving through a magazine. After a while I was getting utterly bored. So I was glad when Laura came into the room.

-Come on let’s go, I have some urgent shopping to do.

-Darling, I can’t come along this way.

-You’ll have to, little babies can’t stay home alone. Come on, hurry up. Any way, don’t be afraid nobody will notice a thing.

I had not much choice but to obey, and to be honest, the idea of going out diapered did excite me. Of course Laura had taken the car keys and I understood I was not going to do the driving. But I was still surprised that when we got in the garage she opened the back door and when I sat down she helped me with the safety belt. I felt quiet stupid sitting in the back with my wife driving but didn’t dare to say anything.

Walking around in the supermarket the pressure became so strong I decided to let go just a little bit. This relieved me somewhat but after a couple of minutes the urgency was as bad as before. So I repeated the process a couple of times. After a while I realised that the diapers were getting quiet wet and hoped they wouldn’t leak. At that moment we passed the clothing department and my wife suddenly stopped.

-Oh I see the Levi’s are in promotion. Didn’t you need a new pair of jeans?

-Yes, but that’s not urgent.

-OK, but now that we are here you better try one.

-I can’t go to the fitting room wearing diapers.

-Nobody is going to enter the fitting room.

Blushing all over I whispered:

-I can’t, I’ve wet my diapers.

She stopped and looked at me smiling triumphantly.

-So what, since nobody is going to enter the fitting room?

She took two pairs of jeans out of the shelves and pushed me towards the fitting rooms. When I took off my trousers I noticed that the diapers were even wetter than I had expected. Laura too was surprised.

-Oh, you really couldn’t control yourself, could you? We better hurry before they start leaking.

Of course we immediately realised that trying to pull a new pair of tight fitting jeans over the soaked diapers was impossible.

-This won’t work. Maybe I should find you another model, one that’s not so tight and will fit better over your diapers. But that’ll be for anther time since I really think we should get home and give you a change.

Slowly, taking care not to rip the diapers, we got my old jeans back on and hurried to the check out counter. When we got home we realised that my daughter was back. Whispering, my wife ordered me to go upstairs assuring me she would follow immediately.  I took off my trousers as fast as possible. Not able to hold up any longer, but confronted with the fact that the door to the toilet was still locked, I emptied my bladder in the diapers. Relieving myself and feeling the diapers fill up even more was wonderful. Enjoying the feeling I didn’t notice that the diapers were now so soaked that they leaked heavily, forming a small puddle on the bathroom floor until Laura entered. Scolding me as she would a small child she opened the toilet pushed me inside, pulled off the diapers dropping them on the floor. She told me to sit on the toilet and handing me the soap told me to wash myself, clean up the puddle, and to come downstairs. That’s how ended our first shared diaper experience.

After that first night we didn’t repeat the experience for a number of days. But then I couldn’t resist any more and one night asked Laura if I could wear diapers to bed. She immediately took the clue and diapered me, which of course led us to have wonderful sex again. From then on diapers became a regular feature of our sex life, Laura often taking the initiative. Sometimes I would put them back on after having sex but I never wetted them, and Laura didn’t make me wear them during the day nor repeated treating me as a baby. Even if I had mixed feelings about that one time when she had spoon-fed me some mushy breakfast, had me wear diapers to the supermarket and forced me to wet them, I secretly longed to repeat that experience but didn’t dare to ask her.

I didn’t have to. One day, when both our kids were once again sleeping over with friends, Laura took the initiative.

It started just like the first time in the morning by her controlling my diapers and congratulating me on not wetting them. I was excited when she told me to brush my teeth while she prepared breakfast and discovered she had locked the door to the toilet again. When I got downstairs it was clear that this time Laura had everything well prepared. She fastened a bib around my neck and spoon-fed me some real baby cereals. When we had emptied the bowl she pressed a baby-bottle with warm milk in my hand telling me to drink it while she took her breakfast. As the milk tasted different from ordinary milk I realised she had bought baby formula. It didn’t taste good but since the cereals had been very sweet I was thirsty and slowly sucked the bottle empty. Both of us felt a little awkward but we enjoyed it.

When we were ready she took me by the hand and led me to the living room where she had put some children’s books on the carpet. Popping a pacifier in my mouth she told me to be good while she got dressed. By that time I had to pee very badly of course and decided to let go. After a while Laura came back and to my surprise she had put on her tennis dress.

-How about growing up real fast and play some tennis?

Already bored being a baby and reading children’s books I agreed immediately. But when I got up she noticed my wet diapers. She got very upset and scolded me real hard.

-How is it possible? Am I supposed to handle those wet diapers? Well forget it! Take those things off and get a shower….

I felt badly wronged since she had started the baby-play that morning. But at the same time she made me feel ashamed so I didn’t say anything while I went upstairs. After a while she joined me in the bathroom. She had calmed down but at her sarcasm I immediately noticed she was still angry.

-Is my baby going to wear diapers under his tennis shorts?

This seemed out of the question to me but I didn’t dare to say so since I wasn’t sure if she was serious. I choose not to answer at all.

-Well, are you?

I smiled but she didn’t smile back. I decided to play it safe.

-That won’t be necessary, we’ll be back in an hour or so won’t we?

-All right then. Hurry up.

We enjoyed our game and when we finished, having completely forgotten the incident, I proposed to have a drink before going home. I ordered a beer and Laura a glass of water.  When I had emptied half my glass she switched it with her empty one.

-Hey what are you doing? I ordered the beer because I was real thirsty.

-I think you have had enough, you don’t want to wet your shorts do you? Any way I don’t think little babies should drink beer.

This really pissed me off but since I didn’t want to make a scene in public I just gave her a furious glance. But this only seemed to encourage her to go on. Standing up she took my hand and said in a clear voice,

-I think it’s time to go to the bathroom.

Resisting I looked anxiously around me to see if anybody had heard this. Nobody seemed to look at us but as Laura started to pull real hard I realised it wouldn’t take long before some of the other members would start noticing. I stood up whispering in her ear

-What are you trying to do?

As only answer I got a smile and gripping my hand real hard she started walking towards the bathrooms. There wasn’t much I could do but follow. When she opened the door to the women’s bathrooms however I refused to enter. At that moment someone passed by and gave us an inquisitive glance. Laura took advantage of this distraction to pull me inside the women’s restrooms, which luckily were empty.

-Stop it. This is enough.

But before I realised it she had opened my shorts, pulled them completely down and grabbed my penis. I suddenly enjoyed the situation. Laura directed me to one of the toilets and putting herself behind me aimed my penis towards the pot. By that time however it had hardened which made it rather difficult to aim downwards. Right at that moment we heard someone coming into the bathrooms. In a reflex I closed the door to our toilet just in time. Both of us started giggling. Next we were kissing each other and before long we were making love standing up right there next to the toilet.

As I have very few clear or coherent memories of my childhood I don’t recall when I started to be attracted to diapers.  I do have a small number of memory flashes and I know that during some time I had problems occasionally wetting my bed, as have many boys. Less common is the fact that when I was 5 years old I still regularly wetted my pants during the day in kindergarten I also remember one day when I was in first or second grade I completely messed up my pants in class. If all this was an unconscious invitation to get diapered, my parents unfortunately didn’t get it. At night I was not allowed to drink before going to bed and there was always a plastic mattress protector under the sheets but otherwise my parents didn’t take further precautions.

The next memory is from many years later. I don’t remember how I discovered I liked the feeling of being “pampered” but when I was 13 or 14 years old I sometimes padded my briefs with a small towel, once even going to school that way. At that same age I bought one of those notebooks in which 6 year olds learn to write between two lines. I amused myself writing slowly, forcing myself to form every letter very carefully. I also recall that while babysitting at the neighbours I tried to put on a pair of bright yellow shorts of their 5 years old daughter, which didn’t fit of course.

For the next 20 years or so I don’t remember being interested in diapers.  In the mean time I had finished law and business studies, had started a very successful career, was happily married and had two children. Once more I don’t have any recollection of the first time my long forgotten interests came back. The children were already a long time past diaper age, I guess they were about 7 and 9 years old. I don’t know if I went searching for it on purpose but one day I discovered a stack of discarded cloths of my kids and a number of cotton diapers. To my regret the cloths weren’t of any use of course but for the first time I was able to wear real diapers and soon rediscovered the pleasure of wetting them. From then on I continued to diaper me occasionally.

But shortly after my discovery the stack of old cloths and diapers (or what remained of it since I had to throw them away after use, not having the opportunity to wash and dry them) had disappeared. (I suppose my wife had discarded them or donated them to some charity). So I started buying disposable diaper-briefs and plastic incontinence pants. On a couple of occasions I bought a pacifier, a baby-bottle or a bib which increased my feeling of well being.

Of course my wife, Laura, didn’t know about my special interests. With almost all my time consumed by job, family, friends and hobbies (mostly reading and some tennis) and considering that my wife and I spend most of our free time together it will be clear that I had very few opportunities to enjoy my secret pleasures. Mostly on occasions of a rare business trip. But that didn’t bother me at all. I enjoyed it when I had the occasion and that was it. I never paid much attention to it nor did I wonder if there were other people with the same interests. One day to my big surprise I saw some Adult Babies on a talk show. The discovery that there were others excited me but the slightly exhibitionist nature and the silliness of the people on the show didn’t appeal to me.

A couple of years later however I discovered the Adult Baby sites on the Internet. (I can’t say that it was a coincidence since I typed the word diaper in one of the search engines). I was very surprised to discover this whole hidden world. This time I did identify with this world (or at least parts of it). I enjoyed reading diaper-stories, enjoyed the photos of diapered women and for a short period participated in one of the forums. What excited me most was the fact that some AB’s seemed to share their experience with their partners. The possibility to share this part of me with my wife was enormously appealing. My dream became to be able to use diapers in presence of my wife, -eventually even to convince her to diaper me and treat me as a baby- and to get her to dress as a little girl, eventually even to get her in diapers.

To realise these dreams I conceived a double plan. On the one hand I asked my wife to wear my daughters younger looking cloths, for instance a short pleaded chequered skirt.  My daughter being an adolescent by now and being taller and somewhat heavier than my wife the choice was rather limited. So I started buying skirts and dresses for my wife. I was pleasantly surprised by the degree she was willing to go along with this at first.

My first goal however was to get Laura to accept me wearing diapers. The simplest way of course would have been just to tell her. But that seemed impossible. So I decided to simulate a medical problem. The first step was to have some “accidents” during my sleep. The first time I wanted to pee in bed it was much more difficult than I expected. It cost me an enormous amount of concentration to wet my pyjamas and bed just a little bid. But doing this had been pleasant. And the next morning there was a yellow stain with a diameter of about 10 centimetres on the sheet. I didn’t say anything to my wife and that evening we went to bed without her saying anything. I was wondering if she hadn’t noticed but this seemed highly implausible. I waited a couple of days and then had another accident. Again it cost a lot of effort. That day when we went to sleep Laura did ask me if I had some kind of problem I told her I didn’t know and agreed to go to a physician. My wife, usually very concerned about health issues, didn’t seem too worried. But she did make an appointment the next day with our general practitioner, which, as I had expected, sent me to a specialist. I got an appointment with the specialist a couple of days later.

In the mean time I had commented this plan on the AB Internet forum I was participating in at that time and had received quiet some reactions, unanimously negative. People told me that organising such a lie was disrespectful towards my wife, that one day I would have to tell her the truth and that it would be worse, etc. Since I really love and respect Laura a lot this comments made me think. But for the moment I decided to go on. The specialist, to whom I told only about one accident, said he was sure that there was no problem, “this things can happen”, but just to make sure he wanted complete analysis and tests to be done.

On the way home I bought a pack of disposable diaper-briefs. Relating the visit to my wife I told her the doctor had been very reassuring, but that he wanted a number of analysis before he could tell anything specific, and he had recommended wearing diapers in the mean time. Since I hadn’t had an accident for more than a week now this didn’t make much sense but Laura didn’t say anything. She seemed puzzled however, especially when she learned I had bought the diapers already.  That night I was very excited putting on the diapers and sleeping with diapers next to my wife. I felt happy. It seemed like a dream come true. But I realised that I had made only one small step towards my goal. The next evening when I was preparing to diaper me again Laura stopped me, asking if this was really necessary. I hesitated for a second and then answered that I didn’t know, maybe not, but that I didn’t mind wearing a diaper, on the contrary that I kind of liked it. She couldn’t believe or understand it.

-What do you mean, kind of like it?

-Well, it gives me a good feeling. It feels slightly erotic.

Laura looked at me in disbelief. And then suddenly seemed to understand something.

-Did you do this on purpose?

-I wanted to tell you and didn’t know how.

-Tell me what?

So I told her about being attracted to diapers all my life, that I wasn’t alone with this interest, that diapers were not a substitute for making love, on the contrary that I wanted to share this with her because I loved her and was convinced that our love making would be even more passionate if I could wear diapers when I wanted, that me telling her all this was a proof of my love for her and of my trust in her, that it was not only diapers but that I wanted to be treated as a little baby by her just once in a while,…..  We talked for a very long time but she didn’t seem able to accept it. Especially the fact that I not only wore diapers but actually used them shocked her. She used the words disgusting and sick to describe me.

That night I didn’t sleep very well and the next day I thought our conversation over and over trying to figure out what to do. I knew that if I abandoned now I would never get another chance. On the other hand I didn’t want to hurt my wife. I started to realise what a shock it must have been learning all this after more than 15 years of marriage. Of course the fact that I actually liked to use diapers shocked with her sense of hygiene but that was not the real problem. Laura is a very independent but at the same time somewhat insecure person and even if she is very enterprising the fact that I will always be there to back her up when something would go wrong is important for her functioning. Now I was changing that relation without any warning. How could she rely on me if I was a little baby? The more I thought about it the more I understood this. On the other hand once in a while she must want to get the upper hand of my exigent, at times overbearing character. How could I make her see this was her chance to completely dominate me from time to time? Or on the other hand, that whenever she wanted to feel real safe I would be willing to diaper and baby her? The problem was even aggravated by the fact that when I had put on the diapers she hadn’t seen the little baby in me but an incontinent older person.

When that night we went to our room I still wasn’t decided what to do. At the very last moment I decided to give it another try. Laura hesitated for a moment, but then taking the diapers out of my hand she told me to lie down on the bed.

-If you persist in wanting to wear those things I can better try to get some benefit out of it.

With that she pulled down my pyjama pants and slipped the diapers under me. Of course I was immediately aroused.

-Well, well, my little baby seems to like this. I better get this very tight to keep that one inside.

Soon we were having the most passionate foreplay we had had in a long time and after a while the diapers were ripped off and we had wonderful sex. I even came a second time, which is quiet exceptional.

When we were ready, lying in each others arms she sighted deeply and commented ironically:

-Wow, what a baby!

After a while she left the bed and went to the bathroom as she always does after having sex. When she came back she was carrying a new pair of diapers.  I wasn’t sure what this meant.

-Hmm, darling I don’t think I can do more.

She smiled and then said:

-SST, let me take care of my little baby.

I fell asleep the happiest man in the world.

The next morning when we woke up she rolled over and putting her hand between my legs felt the diaper.

-All dry? That’s a good baby.

I wasn’t quiet prepared for this and didn’t know what to say. I just smiled. She kissed me on the forehead.

-Has my baby had a good sleep? Of course he has, little babies always do.

Getting out of bed she added:

-You wait here. I’ll be right back. Be a good baby.

While she was gone I wondered why she did this? To please me? Or on the contrary, to annoy me? Or did she like it, did she like to treat me gently but at the same time dominate me? I would soon discover that it was a combination of all three.

I heard her flush the toilet and then she came back.

-I wanted to give my baby a good bath but I see it is already getting late, so I guess that’ll be for another time. Come let me get you dressed.

She took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom where she prepared a toothbrush. When she told me to open my mouth I decided it had been enough.

-Are you going to shave me too?

She looked surprised, hesitated a second and then, putting the toothbrush on the wash table, replied:

-Ok, you do this yourself. I’ll put your cloths on the bed and I’ll be waiting for you downstairs to have breakfast.

She started to leave but turned around to add

-But darling don’t you touch your diapers!

-What? Why not?

-Because babies wear diapers.

-God, you must be crazy. What about the kids?

-Neither of them is at home. Besides who was it that wanted to be treated as a baby?

Before I could answer she was gone. I didn’t know what to do. I brushed my teeth and shaved, dancing from one leg to the other because by now I had to go to the toilet badly. When I was ready I decided to go to the toilet, to take off the diapers and put them back on. But when I tried to open the door to the toilet I found the door locked.  I hesitated again but not for long since I heard Laura coming up the stairs. I hurried to the bedroom and found ordinary weekend cloths lying on the bed. I was still trying to pull the denim pants over the diapers when my wife entered the room.

-This isn’t going to work.

-Of course it will, let me help my baby.

A couple of seconds later she had helped me in my jeans and handed me a shirt. The jeans pressed the diapers between my legs increasing the feeling of their presence. It felt quiet good. Automatically I went to my night table to look for my glasses but didn’t find them. Except for reading I don’t feel too handicapped without them but I’m used to wear them all the time. I went back to the bathroom thinking I might have taken them there but they weren’t there either.

-Darling have you seen my glasses?

-Little babies don’t need glasses.

I wanted to protest but then decided not to make a point of it for the moment.

When I entered the kitchen I noticed she had dressed the table for her as for a normal bread and coffee breakfast, but on my place there was only a spoon and a large bowl in which she poured some mushy food.

-I prepared you some semolina porridge. I’m sure you’ll love it.

I hate semolina and of course she knew.

-All right honey, you made your point. But that’s it, I’m not going to eat this.

-Come on baby, you have to eat otherwise you’ll become sick.

She took the spoon and taking some of the porridge brought it to my mouth, which I shut close. She put the spoon back in the bowl and stood up to fetch a napkin, which she fastened around my neck. Picking up the spoon again she made it clear that she was not going to relent.

-I wonder what Isabelle might say when I tell her the person I told her about really was you?

Isabelle is my wife’s best friend.

-What are you talking about?

-The other day I told Isabelle I had a friend whose husband suddenly told her he wanted to use diapers.

-What? You didn’t do that?

-Don’t be upset. I had to talk to somebody.

-What did she say?

-At first she thought it was a joke and then she said the guy should see a shrink.

Much later I would learn that after her initial reaction it had been Isabelle’s idea “to treat the guy as he asks”, since she was sure he would get enough of it pretty soon.  But at that moment I was preoccupied with the fact that Isabelle might suspect they had been talking about me.

-God, how could you? What if she starts thinking about it and suspects it is me?

-No, she’ll never know if I don’t tell her. And why should I tell her if my baby does what I ask him to do? Come on lets eat the porridge now.

With that she brought the spoon back to my mouth which I opened. After a couple of spoons I discovered that after all it didn’t taste that bad and I enjoyed being fed. After a while Laura told me to go on while she had her breakfast. When we were finished she asked me to clean the table while she got dressed. As soon as she had left I hurried to the downstairs toilet only to found it locked too. And at that moment, having guessed what I was up to, Laura called out telling me not to touch my diapers. I hurried upstairs to tell her I couldn’t hold out anymore but she replied smiling:

-That’s why you are wearing diapers, aren’t you darling?

I began worrying where this would stop but for the moment the situation was really my dream come true. So I smiled meekly and went back downstairs to clean up the table as she has asked but still trying not to wet my diapers

So while de-cluttering, I came across a small piece of chainmaille with black teardrop beads. I found it too tiny and insignificant, so I extended the mesh and made one long bib!

Help, help, help… De oppositie stelde op de laatste gemeenteraad een vraag over de nieuwe bibliotheek en lap, er verschijnt een artikel in Het Nieuwsblad. Zonder dat de journalist de vraag stelt aan de oppositie wat zij vinden, zonder verwijzing en zonder dat de link gelegd wordt tussen uitspraken van de schepenen en burgemeester en de argumenten van de oppositie om de bib naar het Ware Heem te brengen. Ok, je kan het de ‘meerderheid’ niet kwalijk nemen dat ze lekker voor hun deur vegen. Maar waar is die objectiviteit en zelfs de beroepseer van die journalisten gebleven? Dat ze in de pocket zitten en opgedragen worden om in functie van het oranjelegioen te schrijven, is nu eenmaal een feit. Toch, en al is dat wellicht naïviteit, zou die drang van de journalist er moeten in bestaan de waarheid te schrijven en er op zijn minst op zoek naar gaan. Triestig om een marionet te zijn.

Een ander glazen-bol-feit is dat ze mikken om de werken te starten in 2011. Ik heb het er al even over gehad, maar waarom zou men dat graag hebben: om tegen de verkiezing van 2012 te kunnen uitpakken met een megaproject voor deze kleine stad. De grote verkiezingstruuk (samen met de stadswinkel, etc.). Desalniettemin zal het, beste heren, heel krap worden. Gevolg (en schrijf het nu alvast op, dus ook voor de journalisten): kost wat kost zal men vooruit willen gaan en die voorziene 7 miljoen euro zullen (wederom) meer worden. Dergelijke voorbeelden zijn er nog te vinden en dat is niet eerlijk ten opzichte van de Waregemse bevolking. Niemand moet een huis bouwen en de kostprijs laten oplopen tot 500.000 euro als je maar 250.000 voorzien had. Niemand gaat het in jouw plaats betalen. Maar in de stad kan zoiets wel, want uiteindelijk is het toch de burger die het betaalt. Een dure verkiezingscampagne dus.

Je kan natuurlijk altijd hopen dat, omdat het nu neergeschreven staat, dat men er zal mee rekening houden. Ok dan, want dan heeft dit alles nut gehad. En achteraf zou men kunnen zeggen: zie je wel, we hebben het gekund voor die 7 miljoen. Joepie, wel… dan heeft het zeker resultaat gehad. Afwachten en zien. Het is alleen mijn theewater en de ervaring die leert dat het wel eens anders kan uitdraaien.

Trouwens in het artikel wordt verwezen naar de begeleiding door Leiedal. Men kan natuurlijk niet anders gezien men dergelijke zaken onbegrijpelijk in een monopolie heeft toegewezen aan hen. Let dus even goed op: ieder bouwproject moet via Leiedal. Iedereen weet, zoals een klein kind, dat zo’n maatregelen alleen maar mee geld kosten, gezien de concurrentieposities uitgeschakeld worden. Dat daar iets aan vast hangt, dat weet datzelfde kind ook wel. Onbegrijpelijk dat de Waregemse gemeenschap dergelijke zaken tolereert.

Terug naar de bib… Dat dit meer bezoekers moet aantrekken, met een ruimer platform, is hopelijk een doelstelling. Niet alleen in de bib, maar ook in de omgeving er rond. Dat was trouwens een terechte insteek van de oppositie om zo de leef- en winkelbaarheid van de Holstraat op te krikken. Want voor de rest is dat nu maar een dooie boel. Dat men weer zwaar het luik appartemententen naar voor schuift, is en blijft de Waregemse ziekte. Hebben we er al niet genoeg en is er geen nood aan andere invulling? Men laat het weer in het midden, maar zelfs op de commerciële benedenruimte laat men de mogelijkheid open dat daar woongelegenheden komen. Dat is nu net de reden waarom een ambitieus project weer gedoemd is om te mislukken. En zich maar indekken. Wanneer gaat men eens een duidelijke kaart trekken? Zo zet men de deur open om er het zoveelste ’slaap’project van te maken. Geeuw. Kies aub ronduit voor bruisend commercieel project, gekoppeld aan cultuur en zorg eens dat het lukt!

Dat wordt nog 'bib'beren daar

Of late, Lil G has been getting very excited at watching us eat. So… parsnip baby, part deux.

Por Bibiana García Garza

En relación a que en días recientes se anunció la conclusión de la obra física de la Garita San Luis II en territorio norteamericano, el presidente del Parque Industrial Internacional (PII) indicó que en este lado de la frontera la obra tiene un avance del 56 por ciento.

Asimismo, Enrique Orozco Oceguera señaló que los avances se traducen en que ya se han instalado los servicios de agua y drenaje, redes eléctricas y demás cimientos para la edificación de los dos puentes que se conectarán con el puerto de cruce de Estados Unidos, así como con la carretera federal mexicana.

En este sentido, comentó que se prevé que la obra física quede concluida, tentativamente, para la primer semana del mes de noviembre del presente año, y que los trabajos de acabado de detalles como instalación de puertas, ventanas y demás del edificio terminarían para finales del mismo mes.

No obstante, aún se desconoce la fecha en la que entraría en operaciones la Puerta Comercial II en coordinación con las autoridades de la Unión Americana pues eso depende, dijo, de las autoridades del Gobierno Federal en México, quienes hasta el momento no han fijado una fecha específica para la inauguración del proyecto, ni han designado a funcionarios que se encargarán de la operación de esta garita.

Por otra parte, recordó que uno de los puentes que se conectarán con el puerto fronterizo de Estados Unidos únicamente fungirá como un paso interior vehicular para el flujo de transporte comercial entre ambos países, mientras que el segundo puente conducirá a la carretera federal mexicana, ya sea con dirección a Baja California o al interior del estado de Sonora por la carretera al Golfo de Santa Clara.

Al respecto, Orozco Oceguera mencionó que aún está en análisis el peaje que se cobrará por el uso del puente que conducirá a EU, mismo que ya fue concesionado para el cobro de una cuota, que se estima tenga un costo de entre 50 y 60 pesos.

Sin embargo, aunque el proyecto de la Garita San Luis II es impulsado por el Gobierno Federal en el lado mexicano (al igual que en el país vecino), fue nulo el apoyo para el impulso de la obra que se tuvo de parte de los gobierno del estado y municipal de las pasadas administraciones, afirmó.

Por este motivo, añadió, ha sido la representación del Parque Industrial Internacional (PII) quien se ha encargado de la gestión de los recursos y de impulsar una celeridad a la obra con el fin de que el proyecto no quedara inconcluso y pudiera empatarse a las obras y acuerdos pactados con Estados Unidos.

Y es que, subrayó, con la puesta en marcha del proyecto será posible atraer un mayor número de inversiones al municipio ya que, actualmente, las instalaciones para los cruces comerciales son obsoletas y están al máximo de su capacidad.

Antes de finalizar, Enrique Orozco indicó que los trabajos de la obra, que abarca 33.8 hectáreas del Parque Industrial, y se ubica en el kilómetro 6.5 de la carretera San Luis-Sonoyta, están a cargo de la empresa Concesionaria y Operadora del Puente Internacional Cucapá S.A. de C.V., para lo que se cuenta con la disposición de alrededor de 700 trabajadores.

Por último, anotó, se estima que la inauguración del proyecto de la Garita San Luis II se lleve a cabo por parte de autoridades de ambos lados de la frontera a finales del mes de enero de 2010 aunque, expresó, todavía no se ha establecido ningún plazo específico.

Por Bibiana García Garza

A pesar de que una de las principales demandas en torno a la reciente remodelación del parque Benito Juárez, que se llevó a cabo a finales de la pasada administración, era que en el espacio se contara con baños públicos, hasta la fecha éstos, que fueron implementados posteriormente, permanecen fuera de servicio.

De acuerdo a los comerciantes de puestos fijos y semi-fijos del área del parque, los baños públicos fueron construidos a finales del trienio pasado, pero hasta la fecha no se han puesto en operación, por lo que las puertas del pequeño edificio supuestamente acondicionado como baño continúan cerradas con candado y sin ningún señalamiento.

A consecuencia de ello, comentaron, las personas que laboran o deambulan diaria u ocasionalmente en la zona del parque, ubicado entre las calles Tercera y Cuarta por la avenida Juárez, deben caminar hasta la terminal de autobuses, situada en la calle Quinta, para poder acceder a un sanitario.

Sin embargo, dijeron, muchas de las personas que se encuentran en el área son adultos de la tercera edad y, debido a que muchos padecen enfermedades como diabetes, en ocasiones no alcanzan a llegar al baño pues éste les queda lejos.

Asimismo, dieron cuenta de que desconocen si pueden acceder a los baños públicos que se encuentran en el interior del Palacio Municipal pues, como se recordará, en la anterior administración estos fueron cerrados con una puerta de herrería y candado y únicamente se ponían a disposición del público durante el extinto programa “Miércoles Ciudadano” ya que, según el dicho del ex director de Desarrollo Social, Aarón Flores, “…la gente no cuida”.

Ante dicha situación, solicitaron a las actuales autoridades de gobierno que pongan en marcha el servicio de los baños públicos en el área pues, reiteraron, son de primera necesidad tanto para la gente que trabaja en el parque como para la comunidad sanluisina en general.

En este sentido, el 25 Ayuntamiento, por parte del departamento de Obras y Servicios Públicos Municipales (Dospm), aún no ha hecho ningún posicionamiento respecto a si se pondrán en operación estos baños o para cuándo el espacio público contará con el servicio.