October 4, 2010

Poor Potty Pants

Oh poor, poor Potty Pants…Mommy Ava had to spank abie for making  in his diaper. After spanking abies bottom red, I made him sit on the potty chair with nothing but a t shirt on. Abie was not allowed to get up until he used the potty. Poor, poor Potty Pants can’t make number two and is starting to shiver and cry…wah wah wah “Mommy please can I get up?” I think maybe abie needs another spanking for asking Mommy to get up before he made a deposit in the potty. Wah wah wah “please no mommy I don’t want another spanking.” Mommy put abie over her lap and spanked him with her favorite red paddle…wack wack wack, I could feel little abie trembling in my lap while begging me to stop. Wack wack wack……. Mommy Ava  
October 4, 2010

Don’t Bring Camels in the Classroom

Don’t bring camels in the classroom. Don’t bring scorpions to school. Don’t bring rhinos, rats, or reindeer. Don’t bring mice or moose or mule.  Pull your penguin off the playground. Put your python in a tree. Place your platypus wherever you think platypi should be. Lose your leopard and your lemur. Leave your llama and your leech. Take your tiger, toad, and toucan anywhere but where they teach. Send your wombat and your weasel with your wasp and wolverine. Hide your hedgehog and hyena where you’re sure they won’t be seen. Please get rid of your gorilla. Please kick out your kangaroo. No, the teacher didn’t mean it when she called the class a “zoo.” by Kenn Nesbitt Minnie  
October 1, 2010

Well Worn

  Since I change a literal butt load of diapers I almost have a sixth sense of when is getting past it’s prime. The tale tale signs such as sagging and yellow stains and the all powerful smell there are a few other ways to tell. The wonderful fidgeting is one clue and if they are a good baby they can tell you all about what they did. So if you are on a play date and start noticing these telling signs better go and tell their mommy, daddy,or sitter because that diaper has been well worn.   Daddy Paul
September 28, 2010

This Crib Rocks!

This is one sweet crib for an ABDL. Especially one that loves to lulled to sleep with music. This is just the crib my little Rock ~n~ Roll ABDL”s deserve, it gives a new meaning to being Rocked to Sleep LOL! Doesnt it? Mommy Sara 1 888 430 2010
September 28, 2010

The Cry Of The Children

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west— But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free. Do you question the young children in their sorrow, Why their tears are falling so? The old man may weep for his tomorrow, Which is lost in Long Ago; The old tree is leafless in the forest, The old year is ending in the frost, The old wound, if stricken, is the sorest, The old hope is hardest to be lost: But the young, young children, O my brothers, Do you ask them why they stand Weeping sore before the bosoms of their mothers, In our happy Fatherland? They look up with their pale and sunken faces, And their looks are sad to see, For the man’s hoary anguish draws and presses Down the cheeks of infancy; “Your old earth,” they say, “is very dreary; Our young feet,” they say, “are very weak! Few paces have we taken, yet are weary— Our grave-rest is very far to seek. Ask the aged why they weep, and not the children, For the outside earth is cold, And we young ones stand without, in our bewildering, And the graves are for the old.” “True,” say the children, “it may happen That we die before our time. Little Alice died last year—her grave is shapen Like a snowball, in the rime. We looked into the pit prepared to take her: Was no room for any work in the close clay! From the sleep wherein she lieth none will wake her, Crying ‘Get up, little Alice! it is day.’ If you listen by that grave, in sun and shower, With your ear down, little Alice never cries; Could we see her face, be sure we should not know her, For the smile has time for growing in her eyes: And merry go her moments, lulled and stilled in The shroud by the kirk-chime. It is good when it happens,” say the children, “That we die before our time.” Alas, alas, the children! They are seeking Death in life, as best to have; They are binding up their hearts away from breaking, With a cerement from the grave. Go out, children, from the mine and from the city, Sing out, children, as the little thrushes do; Pluck your handfuls of the meadow-cowslips pretty, Laugh aloud, to feel your fingers let them through! But they answer, “Are your cowslips of the meadows Like our weeds anear the mine? Leave us quiet in the dark of the coal-shadows, From your pleasures fair and fine! “For oh,” say the children, […]
September 26, 2010

Sissy baby Boy

  Daddy Gerry wanted me to be a sissy baby boy. Most of the daddies and DL’s want baby boys, but you know I was grinning when I heard him ask me to be his girl. I had some baby girl panties around that I put over my diapers and then Daddy Gerry told me he wanted me more and more girly. Do you know what that silly Daddy did? He made me wear my sissy’s clothes. After I talked to him he called back and had Baby Katie and I both on the phone and Lacy got to dres me up like her sister. Now she has something else to hold over my head.   Sometimes Sissy Baby , Louie
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