June 19, 2010

Play Date

You wanna look so pretty for mommy don’t you? So does Mommy. I want you to wear a pretty little dress for all the men in the neighborhood. We can watch them and you can pick out your favorite man to play with. Of course he’ll come over on a “play” date and Mommy will teach you how to be a “cute” little sissyl for him. How lucky he will be won’t he? He’ll get to play with you (and maybe even Mommy) and he’ll find out exactly how much fun we both are won’t he? We’ll make sure you make him happy so when his Daddy comes to pick him up he will tell him how he had fun with both of us and how he got to touch and snuggle with both of us. Maybe his Daddy will want to play with us too. *Smiles* Mommy Maggy
June 14, 2010

Hush a bye baby

Hush a bye baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows, the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, cradle and all. Now we all know most everyone enjoys nursery rhymes and poems etc and you enjoy being a baby wearing diaper bibs having those changed and especially being treated like one i would think you would also enjoy mommy singing to you would you not thats if mommy could just a sing a note or two hehehhe Lorraine
May 22, 2010

Plastic Wrap

I’ve been fascinated as of late with different forms of subduing techniques. I have put the question to the forums, and I thought I might bring the subject here as well. From cuffs, to potions to being immobilized by many pairs of hands to blackmail – so very many ways to be subdued for one purpose or another. Now the other night in the chatroom, Daddy Paul brought up the possibility of plastic wrap. Well let me tell you, this peaked my interest. What a lovely use a common household item! One could use plastic wrap as a suitable substitute to ropes/cuffs, create a make shift squaddling sleep sack out of it, as well as adapt it to be used as bed/hospital straps. And the things I could do with the colored wraps – especially the rose colored ones (let’s just say I would test my clothes designing skills with it, teeheehee!)! I think it may actually pass the versatility of duct tape LOL! So I wanted to tip my hat to Daddy Paul for opening my eyes (and my warped, little mind) to the wonderful world of plastic wrap! Maggie
May 22, 2010

Summer Time Snacks

Treats are a good thing. Especially on a hot hot day. I remember when I was little my Mom would make her own ice pops. And man they sucked. My Mom didn’t believe in the use of sugar, or flavor actually, everything tasted the same, and her ice pops? Tasted like ice cubes that just happened to be in various colors. Now my dad on the other hand, his stuff was magical. It had FLAVOR! He would make these incredible yogurt and fruit pops every year for the Fourth of July. We had to wait a whole year to get a decent snack, it was something we would look forward to. It was like Christmas. Since I have become an adult and have learned that it’s actually okay for your food to taste a lot better then newspaper, I make my own snacks for hot days. No matter how many times I make them and enjoy them, I always think back to my Mom and her frozen ice blob pops. Sue 1-888-430-2010
May 8, 2010

Mother’s Day

Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, so I just wanted to wish all these wonderful ladies here at Phone-a-Mommy a wonderful and relaxing day!! I all know how hard each and every one of you works, and there is no other group of ladies who deserve it more!! So put those feet up, place those cucumber slices on those tired eyes, and let those around serve you for a change! Happy Mother’s Day Ladies! Maggie
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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