November 14, 2011


  Going to the potty is something we must do. Mommies do it. Daddies do it. Even me and you. Our number one is always liquid. Our number two is like a paste. Both of them are made up from all our body’s waste. We have to dump our garbage, so that we don’t get sick, From all the dirty, yucky and disgusting garbage ick. Our waste is trash inside us. We have to push it out. Doing it without our diaper is what this book’s about. We have to wear a diaper, when we’re a baby who’s still small. But once we start to run around – swift and straight and tall, Then we know it’s time to learn what we’re supposed to do when we have to go & make a number one or two. It’ll start out as a tickle, from somewhere deep inside our tummy. Sometimes we can feel it after we eat something yummy. When things begin to stir around and start to move inside, we won’t go in a corner or find a place to hide. We’ll find our mom or daddy – any relative will do – then we’ll say,Excuse me, I must go number one or two! They’ll understand, take our hand, and help take care of it. We’ll walk into the bathroom, pull down our pants and sit. We’ll keep sitting on the potty. Until our wait is through. We’ll know when we’re finished; we’ll see our number one or two. Things feel so much better when we don’t need a change. Even though at first those things might feel a little strange. We’ll feel so much bigger, and that feeling feels so good. If we can number one and two it, then don’t you think we should? mommy lorraine 1-888-430-2010 for all of baby’s fun time needs whether it be potty or sexual and sensual you know where to find me heheheh
December 1, 2010


I have plenty of paddles and whips. There is never a shortage of things to burn a bottom up with mt my place. When we’re on the phone don’t think that just because you don’t have paddles and whips that you are safe. I am sure there is something at your house that can be used on that naughty behind. Your backside is never safe from me. Come to think of it neither are your thighs, they could use a good riding crop to them too. If you don’t have one, I’ll find a substitute. No excuses naughty abies, if you act up you get the burn. Mommy Lexus
September 13, 2010

Messy Room

Whosever room this is should be ashamed! His underwear is hanging on the lamp. His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair, And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp. His workbook is wedged in the window, His sweater’s been thrown on the floor. His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV, And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door. His books are all jammed in the closet, His vest has been left in the hall. A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed, And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall. Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Donald or Robert or Willie or– by Shel Silverstein Lorraine
July 20, 2010

New Diaper

So you got a brand new diaper huh enjoying the feel of it against your bottom loves the way it snu ggle so sweetly against your skin do you. Well now you do know that if you wet or do a poo-poo in it it won’t feel like it does now because mommy will have to change you and put you back in one of your older diapers while this one is being washed and dried. MommyLorraine
June 22, 2010

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to everyone that its their birthday just got in this mood to post about now your going to ask me why i bet well you see i have alot of friends that their birthdays are in June plus family members also so this little cutie is for everyone that its their birthday in this month of June. Now everyone enjoys birthdays now don’t you love getting those presents,parties the time with family and friends and sometimes uninvited guest like me every crash a party that you didn’t know anyone there i bet that would be so much fun. To crash a party of some sort all dressed up in your diapers and frilly dress you would be the party if you did that for sure. Lily
May 8, 2010

the Mother with Her Newborn Child

Behold the mother with her newborn child! An icon of a hope that never dies. Death may label all we cherish lies, Yet this love lies too deep to be defiled. We clear an inner field where fate has smiled, Letting play the pleasures of surmise, Holding back all contrary replies, As though our thoughts might turn the winters mild. Despite the well-known travesties of time, Each time a child is born we dream anew, For only thus our losses are regained. Though we must share the destiny of slime, No passion in our palette is more true Than that which cradles innocence unstained. Silvie
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