January 24, 2011

The Canary

Mary had a little bird, With feathers bright and yellow, Slender legs-upon my word, He was a pretty fellow! Sweetest notes he always sung, Which much delighted Mary; Often where his cage was hung, She sat to hear Canary. Crumbs of bread and dainty seeds She carried to him daily, Seeking for the early weeds, She decked his palace gaily. This, my little readers, learn, And ever practice duly; Songs and smiles of love return To friends who love you truly. Silvie Elizabeth Turner
January 22, 2011

need to be good

  Today I have tried to be a good boy but it doesn’t seem to be working out for me. I got plenty of warnings but I also got some spankings too. Tomorrow is a new day though and a new chance for me to be good. It’s way late for an aby boy to be up so I’m going to finish this blog and then brush my teeth and get into my bed. My goal is no spankies tomorrow. Wish me luck and everything.   Louie
January 12, 2011

sissy adult babies, Mommies love you just as you are

  I have some questions for you boys. Do you think about how fun it would be for your Mommy to stick you in pink plastic panties over your diapers? Are there days that you just want to parade around in a party dress and be coddled as a little girl? It’s OK honey, 100 % totally OK. You aren’t alone. Many of the adult babies I talk to think the exact same things and you know I always help them explore the soft side they have, the sissy side. So please don’t think there is anything wrong with being a little girly or even a lot girly. Mommy loves you just the same darling.   Mommy Shirley
January 10, 2011

Midnight Cries

She lays sleeping or so she looks but is she really sleeping all of sudden she hears a whimper then a small cry like a baby kitten she jumps up and goes down the hall to the sounds she heard.She opens the door to the nursery she had so lovely furnished and picked out for her baby.That so special bundle that came into her arms unexpected late one night.She has never been the same since she opened her door and there you were on her doorstep.She looked into those beautiful eyes and was lost and knew then what she had to do.Because she was not giving you up to no one.She comes over to your crib and reaches down and picks you up checks your diaper knowing that your wet and hungry she grabs a diaper changes you and heads to the kitchen where she warms a fresh bottle of milk. Then proceeds back to your nursery where a big ole rocking chair sits beside the window she cuddles you close and gives you the bottle she made for you.You look up into this womans eyes wondering who is this lady that is always here for me that takes care of my every need.Who is this lady i know i will call her mommy my mommy that is who she shall be. Lorraine
January 9, 2011

love your blanket

My favorite blanket changes because it’s whichever one is closest to me at the time. I only keep super soft comfy ones around so any of them will be a good pick. When I was younger though I was a little more of a picky boy. What is your favorite blanket? What color is it? I love baby blankets is light blue,green,pink,yellow. You know what? I just love all of them. Call me up so we can cuddle under the blankets.   Daddy Paul
December 13, 2010

Christmas Time

Its Christmas Time everyone and i am not ready for it again.Have to get some of these babies to come and help me shop.Think you would like that little ones Mommy really needs a hand at doing this. We can do the shopping then get something to eat but first baby will have to bundle up really good because it is really cold outside.So lets grab our coats hats and mittens and scarfs. Mommy does have the tree up and decorated though just needs some pretty packages underneath the tree and thats where you my babies will come thru for me. Mommy Lorraine
November 22, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving

<a href=”http://www.glitter-graphics.com”><img src=”http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1738/1738509piwkx1cotq.gif” width=454 height=449 border=0></a><br><a href=”http://www.glitter-works.org” target=_blank>glitter-graphics.com</a> When all the leaves are off the boughs, And nuts and apples gathered in, And cornstalks waiting for the cows, And pumpkins safe in barn and bin, Then Mother says, “My children dear, The fields are brown, and autumn flies; Thanksgiving Day is very near, And we must make thanksgiving pies!” May you enjoy a bountiful Thanksgiving, a joyous Holiday Season. Mommy Stella 1 888 430-2010
November 22, 2010

One Inch Tall

If you were only one inch tall, you’d ride a worm to school. The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool. A crumb of cake would be a feast And last you seven days at least, A flea would be a frightening beast If you were one inch tall. If you were only one inch tall, you’d walk beneath the door, And it would take about a month to get down to the store. A bit of fluff would be your bed, You’d swing upon a spider’s thread, And wear a thimble on your head If you were one inch tall. You’d surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum. You couldn’t hug your mama, you’d just have to hug her thumb. You’d run from people’s feet in fright, To move a pen would take all night, (This poem took fourteen years to write– ‘Cause I’m just one inch tall). Silvie by Shel Silverstein
November 17, 2010

I love men in diapers

  I like my men in diapers. When I get to change an adult diaper and do something private and special with someone close to me, it’s as if we’re in our own world. During that time there is no one else on earth. There’s no telling how many diapers I have changed over the years, but it is most always enjoyable. I have to say most always because nothing is perfect, and sometimes people get a tad nervous sharing something that they’ve spent a long time trying to keep secret. Most of the time though it’s good for both sides of the diaper tapes.   Mommy Shirley
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