Well hello there sweet pee I’m Nanny Stella and your Mommy hired me to watch you while she’s out shopping. Don’t worry angel your Mommy told me how you like to be diapered, and just how much powder you like on your bottom. Your Mommy even told me how you like to be rubbed down there until you make a big squirty in your diaper for your Mommy. Nanny Stella has many years of practice with my own kids and my breasts are still lactating because my boys still like to nurse every now and then. So as you can see I’m a Mommy turned Nanny, and I can give you all the tender loving care you need when your Mommy is not here. So crawl up in my lap and snuggle up close. There, now isn’t that better? Is baby hungry……
Mommy Stella
1 888 430-2010

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Dont you just love Gummy Bears? I do! I am not sure what my favorite flavor is though. That are such Yummy Gummies! Not only that, but they make great decorations for cakes, cookies, brownies, and other baked treats. Gummy worms look great on a chocolate cake graveyard. They can be a fun food to play with too, that is if Mommy lets you!! They also make a great little surprise in a little ones lunch box or displayed as an audience on the kitchen table for abies to talk to.

So come on now, I want to hear from you, which is your favorite flavor? What fun things do you do with your gummies?

Mommy Becca
1 888 430 2010

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So are you looking for your mommy…well I would love to be your mommy…but you got to remember that I also love to wear..so if mommy gets you all ready for bed and then she gets herself ready for bed and oh my…pulls out one of your diapers don’t worry…hehehehe..they feel oh so soft and warm…and mommy loves to relax also…take care of all of mommy’s little ones takes a lot of work and relaxation is also needed…lol…Josie

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What do you get with two Mommies? Well two voices in your ear obviously. You get four hands to change your diaper, two mommies to spank you (or one to hold you down while one spanks you). With two mommies you get two loving but strict caretakers tending to you. From Sept.3-10 you can have Mommy Ava and I taking care of you for the price of 1 and a half mommies. Just ask for the 2 for 1.5 special when you call 1-888-430-2010.

Mommy Scarlet

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I’ve been talking to Diapered Joe for awhile now. He’s even been so kind as to let me talk with his amazing wife. How is she amazing you might wonder, it’s because she diapers Joe on a regular basis. So many guys tell me they are looking for a woman to diaper them, dominate them, baby them, control them, and it goes on and on. So many say they simply cannot find a woman into it. Diapered Joe’s wife is proof that there are other women out there that love this and that they are all over. I won’t reveal where they are from, but it is not in some huge city, So don’t give up hope guys.

Mommy Scarlet

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Where the mountains touch the sky
Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly
A secret place above the crowd
Just beneath a silver-lined cloud.

Lift your eyes to a snowy peak
And see the soon-to-be we seek
Whisper DREAMS and let them rise
To the mountains old and wise.

Climbers climb, it’s time to try
Where the mountains touch the sky
Take me there. Oh take me now…
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow!

Where the ocean meets the sky
Where dolphin dance and seagulls fly
A place in DREAMS, I know so well
The sea inside a single shell.

Far across the living sea
A pale blue possibility
Beyond the castles made of sand
Tomorrow in a small child’s hand.

Only DREAMERS need apply
Where the ocean meets the sky
Take me there. Oh take me now…
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.

A common ground for one and all
Behind the crystal waterfall
Where Peace flows like a mighty stream
Like Dr. King I have a DREAM.

Imagine such a goal in sight
For red and yellow, black and white
New Delhi, Peking, Kenya, Rome
Earth is the place that we call home.

Baghdad, Bangkok, Tel Aviv
One race HUMAN, we still believe
It matters what we say and do
This DREAM is ME, this DREAM is YOU!

When walls of hate have fallen fast
When prejudice has long since passed
When last is first and first is last

Come DREAM with me
Where the forest reach the sky
Wake up and DREAM and don’t be shy.

No thorns of war, a perfect rose
This is where Gandhi’s DREAM grows
Whisper now; let the DREAM begin
It’s time to trust the truth within.

This is where we seek and find
A gift in being colorblind
DREAM on DREAMERS, hopes are high
Where the forest reach the sky.

Take me there. Oh take me now
Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.

Now, listen close, the future calls…
Build your bridges and tear down walls!
For time has taught and so it seems
Realities are born of DREAMS!

Blessed are the peacemakers…

Silvie

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Summer rain showers, how much fun they are! I remember when I was young all dressed up in my rain coat and rubber boots begging mom to let me go out and play in the rain! Scouting out the biggest deepest puddles! Looking at my reflection in the rippling water holes. Spinning in circles till I was so dizzy I could not longer stand. Trying to catch the rain drops with my tongue. Chasing my dog through the overflowing ditch. Scanning the skies for a rainbow. Chanting hymns about rain!

Mommy Sara
1 888 430 2010

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We all need time away…to gather our thoughts and dreams…but we also need someone to be there to make sure that we do not get into any trouble when mommy and daddy are away…so nanny will come over and make sure that all her little ones are fine and that they are being good…Rachel

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As I sit and reflect on my Mother, a smile always comes to my face. I think of the first time I skinned my knee and how thoughtful and concerned she was. Taking me inside and bandaging my knee, wiping away my tears with her kisses. I reminisce of the smells, the fresh baked cookies, dinner cooking all day long on the stove in preparation for a larger Sunday evening dinner. I reflect on her singing and rocking me to sleep long into my double digits. I recall the shopping sprees or even coming home to a surprise gift laying on my bed that she had picked up for me while she was out that day. So many wonderful memories! What are some of yours? Would you like to re-live them with a mommy?
Mommy Lauren
1 888 430 2010

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Oh it's Friday again. A lot of the babies and diaper lovers have 2 whole days off for themselves. What are you doing this weekend? Are you going to spend extra time in diapers? Hmm well whatever it is I hope that you have a fun weekend. I'm waiting for next weekend, Labor Day weekend. The last weekend of the summer activities around here. I have one last week to splash around in the outside pool before closing it up for another year.

Mommy Shirley


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Naughty little boy, you’ve been listening to my phone conversations again haven’t you? How very rude of you. Just being oh so nosey and listening to Mommy’s phone calls with her special friend. What will I do with you? I think I have an idea. Why don’t I just invite my girlfriend over and instead of playing with us? Ha, you can just sit in your diaper and watch while your hands are tied up far from your diaper. So since you liked hearing Mommy have phonesex with her cute friend maybe you will really hate to see them enjoying each others company while you wait in the playpen. Rude little boys deserve nothing more.

Mommy Lexus

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There once lived a monk called Shan, in a village in China. He had earned a great name for himself. But he was very arrogant.

Qui Jun heard of his arrogance and wanted to teach the monk a lesson. He went to meet Shan who neither greeted him nor acknowledged his presence.

Just then a servant of the monk came with a message: “The son of an army officer is here to see you.”

The monk said, “I will go and greet him.”

Shan welcomed the son of the army officer with respect.

After the army officer’s son had departed Qui Jun asked Shan the reason for his double-faced behaviour. “Why is it that you greeted the army officer’s son so respectfully, yet behaved so arrogantly towards me?”

Shan the Monk had a quick reply: “Please don’t get me wrong. For me greeting meansnot greeting and not greeting means greeting.”

Qui Jun understood the monk’s mischief and hit him hard on his head with his stick.

“According to your logic, beating you means not beating and not beating you means beating. Therefore, I have to give you a beating,” said Qui Jun.

Shan immediately realised the folly of his actions and started showing respect to everyone he met, irrespective of their status.

lily

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I hear the abies talk about celebrities they would like to have as Mommies or Sitters. Sometimes I see certain celebrities and think to myself I would love to diaper them. Today it was the magician/illusionist David Blaine. I have no other reason than I think ht would look simply adorable in one. I can’t remember the TV special or interview I saw it in, but he spoke so sweetly about his Mother. It was really touching. So you abies aren’t alone, mommies think about that stuff too.

Mommy Scarlet

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How many of you played dress up when you were little kids? I know we used to. And boy were they some really ugly clothes that we had to dress up with. My one niece has a big load of clothing that she uses to play dress up and they are some fancy clothing, not like the mismatched crap we used to have. I’m kinda jealous lol. Anyway, some of you still do play dress up, I know you do because I have seen the pictures! What I want to know is what are your favorite little outfits to dress up in? Send me some pictures so I can see, cuz I’m nosy like that.

Stacie
1-888-430-2010

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I saw these and I thought how cute!! Little swimmers for big babies! Perfect for the beach or the town pool, hehehe. I would lay you down on the blanket, take off you regular diaper (yes, in front of everyone there), and put on your little swimmers. Then after some water fun, I would lay you down once again, get you all dried off (and yes, in front of every one there again), and put a fresh, thick diaper on again. Then some cuddle time while I nurse you, and a nap under a big beach umbrella for my sleepy head! Nighty night!

Mommy Maggie
1-888-430-2010

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Want to play with me hair? I want to play with yours! Make my little brother all dolled up turn you into such a pretty little princess. While mom and dad are out, we will play with each others hair, I may even have to have you try on Mom’s wigs *giggles* My girl friends might show up so you will turn into an expert. Want to see what a pretty sissy you will make? Then come play with me and my friends!

Mandy
1 888 430 2010

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What would your perfect day be? Would it be just relaxing?  Starting a vacation?  Being with the one you love?  I think mine would have to be spending the day with friends and a very special someone who I love very much.  Maybe go to the beach, or go window shopping, or watch a movie with them.  There is something so wonderful about being with someone you are totally in love with.  Your heart beats faster, your face hurts from smiling and you laugh a lot.  It just makes life so much better.  So that would be my perfect day, what would be yours?

Jenna

1-888-430-2010

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Do you remember your very first bike? Training wheels and all! Do you remember all that hard work with Mom outside trying to ride it all on your own? No training wheels? No Hands? Mom making sure you were covered top to bottom in protective gear? Well if it was long ago you may not recall protective gear, but Moms heart was still all a flutter I asure you! I remember my first bike ride and how proud I felt when mom let go of the handle bars and the back of my seat with her hands and I went flying straight for a mail box! I still have the scar on my knee. LOL. Come take a jouney back in time with me, Mommy Lauren.

Mommy Lauren
1 888 430 2010

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When my heart’s feeling broken
and my spirit’s lost its wings
When the road is full of puddles
and my step has lost its spring

There is someone there to count on
who repairs my broken heart
and gives me wings to fly
and I make a brand new start

A special one who doesn’t judge me
or criticize the things I do
Someone who makes me take a look
and see me through the eyes of you

When this happens I am lifted
to a place that’s far above
from the darkness to the light
to a place that’s full of love

When I see me through your eyes
things are really not so vile
I thank God for you, my friend
as my frown becomes a smile
© Ellen M. DuBois

Minnie

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Wow does mommy need to take care of her little ones…did I hear that you were not behaving this week..oh no…not again…you will need to pick up that room and behave yourself or mommy will not take you to the park and go visiting with the other little ones in the neighborhood…what mommy says goes so don’t think that you will be doing all those things that you should not be doing without mommy knowing…remember mommy knows all…Josie

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