July 23, 2011

Nanny’s Secret Tricks

I took care of a darling adult baby today. I was keeping an eye on the little guy while his Mommy was off on a date. He was so cute and sweet and we had a lot of fun until it started to get late and it was time for beddy-bye. He didn’t seem to understand why his Mommy wasn’t home yet. “What’s Mommy doing with that man?” he kept asking? I comforted him, telling him they would be back before long but he was a curious one. I tried using all sorts of secret Nanny tricks until I finally figured out how to distract him and satisfy his curiosity all at once. Little ones can get so anxious when their sweet, loving Mommy is away. Luckily, Nanny Ella knows just how to keep them occupied. When Mommy gets home the tykes are full of fun stories and maybe a few little secrets of their own that have them asking “when is Nanny Ella coming to take care of Baby?”   Ella Your Naughty AB Nanny
July 11, 2011

Dream of a Summer Land by: Martha Lavinia Hoffman (1865-1900)

I dream of a land where no thunder-cloud gathers, Where across the calm waters no tempest may sweep And where, while we chill in our bleak wintry weather, The vales in perpetual Summer-time sleep. I dream of a city across whose bright portals The sunbeams are rolling in waves of delight, Where brightness and gladness and joy are immortal, Where there is no darkness, no winter, no night. I dream of a meadow where lilies are growing And fairer than Solomon’s glory arrayed, I dream of a garden where roses are glowing And never a rose or a lily shall fade. I dream of a clime where the palm tree is waving O’er rivers of crystal and pavements of gold, And seraphs amid the bright waters are laving– A realm more serene than the Eden of old. I dream of a song that is ever ascending O, oft of that anthem of joy have I dreamed! To Him who hath loved us be praises unending To Him who from sin unto God hath redeemed. O Summer, bright Summer! my thoughts still are roaming Through thy beautiful day that so lately was mine And now in the gathering shades of thy gloaming I dream of a Summer that knows no decline. ‘Till yonder rude tempest of desolate seeming Is melting before the more real unseen And only the mystery wrought with my dreaming Like a thin veil of gossamer lieth between. Minnie Come play with me i enjoy all kinds of sexual fantasy play
July 8, 2011

TO SPANK OR NOT?

Naughty Abies! Seems that you are all acting up these days. Coloring on the walls… Splashes in the bath… Throwing food… Nanny Ella has had enough! Here are the rules: Be Good Listen to Nanny Ella Behave Pretty simple, don’t you think? I will consider any abie that doesn’t follow these rules as naughty as the rest and you know what happens to naughty boys? They are laid across Nanny’s knee, bare-ass and all, and spanked till they cry for mercy. Sometimes further measures are required and Nanny Ella doesn’t hesitate to bring out her special “thermometer” and stick it in up that naughty ones little bottom; or perhaps a nice, strong enema then put into a diaper so I can watch you fill it… imagine, a tight thick diaper over your sore, swollen bottom as you empty your enema into it. Bottom line: Misbehave, and Nanny’s going to have to teach you a lesson, be it an over the knee spanking, or diaper punishment, forcing you to make a messy diaper. Nanny Ella
June 30, 2011

Happy Fourth!

Can you believe it?  It’s the fourth already!  Hope everyone is having a great time – picnics, barbeques, sprinklers and pools, and of course fireworks (I personally look forward to the water balloon fights)!  Is there anything cuter then seeing a little one run around in nothing but a wet, heavy diaper and t-shirt?  I know – an AB running around in just a messy diaper, waddling about with their diaper hanging low with a full, stinky load.  But remember to be safe and take it easy on the “adult” drinks (or as one Abie says, adult apple juice, hehe).   Happy Fourth of July!!   Your AB Mommy Maggie
June 27, 2011

Mr. Mousy’s Encounter

Twas a warm spring night and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring with the exception of “Mr. Mouse!” Biggio the cat was all snuggled up in his bed. Dreams of a fat juicy mouse most likely running through his head. Up pops Mr. Mousy through a tiny hole in the floor. He scampers right past that cat making it to the cabinet door… Hops into a drawer and begins to rummage around. The slumbering cat doesn’t even hear a sound. Now, Mr. Mousy is having a blast playing about. That is until the drawer is quickly pulled out! There’s a scream and suddenly Mr. Mousy hits the floor… Too close for comfort… by the cat’s bed on the floor. All too quickly the cat is set into motion, as he stirs from slumber having heard all the commotion! What??? …is someone tap dancing on MY kitchen floor? Gaining his composure he pounces upon Mr. Mousy over by the cabinet door. Now, Mr. Mousy rolls over and begins to play dead… The cat soon tires and considers going back to his bed. Mr. Mousy seizing the moment, recovers in a flash. Taking off in a most frenzied dash! The cat is left standing in utter confusion. Could this be a bad dream or possibly an optical illusion? “NO, this has to be real,” his nose once again catches Mr. Mousy’s scent… “How dare that disorderly mouse leave without MY consent!” The cat is not finished with this unwelcome guest… He has just entered into a “mouse hunting quest!” He can be found most often over by that cabinet door. Or lying with his nose real close to that tiny hole in the floor. So Mr. Mousy you better “beware”… Mr. Biggio’s watching for ya to come sneaking around there!!! Martha Franks April 12, 2000
June 24, 2011

Bed Wetter

  This past weekend I was watching one of my little ones while his mommy went out of town.  He insisted that he was a big boy, that he was no longer a bed wetter and didn’t need his Goodnites anymore. I had my doubts, but I after a lot of whining and pleading, I told him that I would give him a chance to prove he was a big boy now – but if he wet the bed, then I would deal with him how ever I saw fit.   The very first morning I went and checked on him, and what did I find?  A very wet bed of course!  I marched him right into the bathroom, got him cleaned up, and proceeded to put him back in a very thick diaper.  I then told him that not only was he going to be forced to wear diapers for the rest of the weekend, but he was going to be treated like a little baby as well, complete with pacifiers, footsie PJ’s and baby food.   When will these little boys learn?   Nanny Ella
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