I just had the most delightful day turning my little, the sweet man who loves being a baby at home, into Mommy’s very own living furniture for the day. No big plastic crinkles today; I wanted everything soft and snuggly, so I kept him in his favorite thick cloth diaper. It’s the plush terry kind that feels like a warm cloud wrapped around his bottom, fastened with shiny teddy bear safety pins and topped with a silky satin cover that whispers against his skin every time he shifts. So comfy, so little, and perfect for long play sessions!

There he was on the living room rug when i walked in, crawling happily in his frilly pastel pink onesie with delicate lace ruffles around the leg openings and easy snap crotch for quick checks. His binkie bobbed between his lips while he shook his colorful rattle toy and hugged his fluffy stuffed bunny. The toys were scattered all around like little treasures, and he looked up at me with those big, trusting eyes, already my perfect baby.

“Ohhh, look at my sweet little walker!” I cooed, clapping my hands. “You’re not just Mommy’s baby today, little one. You’re going to be my special furniture too. Doesn’t that sound fun? Don’t you want to be mommies little chair for her to sit on?”

He gave an excited gurgle around his binkie and nodded. I popped the pacifier back in gently. “Good boy. Suck on your binkie and stay nice and still for me, furniture doesn’t talk or wiggle unless Mommy says so!”

First I turned him into my cozy footrest. I had him kneel on all fours right in front of my big armchair. “Come on, my little ottoman” I said, propping my bare feet on his soft back. The satin cover of his cloth diaper peeked out under the onesie snaps, so warm and padded. While I read my magazine I wiggled my toes and sighed happily since I had an all in one sweetheart to do that. “Mmm, what a perfect footrest you make! So sturdy and snuggly. Mommy could rest here all day on her favorite baby, he’s comfortable furniture.”

Next I needed a snack break, so I made him my handy side table. “Lie flat on your tummy, my little end table!” I told him sweetly. I balanced a little tray of juice and cookies right on the curve of his padded bottom, right over that thick, fluffy cloth diaper. “Don’t move a muscle like I taught you, my useful little table. Furniture stays perfectly still while Mommy eats.” I nibbled my cookies, occasionally patting his satin covered seat. “You’re the best side table Mommy ever had, baby. So steady and soft!”

Then, while I folded laundry, I used him as my favorite chair. “Sit up tall now, I need my chair to be comfortable for me, too much slouching will make my back unvomfortable,” I said, lowering myself gently onto his lap. His onesie and the cushy cloth diaper underneath made the perfect warm seat. I rocked just a little while I sorted socks. “Ahhh, my baby chair is so comfy! I love how your padded bottom feels under Mommy.”

Later, during TV time, he became my footstool again, and when I felt sleepy I even turned him into my nap pillow. “Shhh, my little pillow baby,” I whispered, resting my head on his chest while his binkie kept him quiet and content. His rattle and bunny toy sat nearby like loyal little guards.

All afternoon I kept praising him. “You’re Mommy’s perfect baby and the best furniture too! Such a good little man acting like a good baby for me. I love using my cloth diapered baby as my special furniture collection. You make everything so much more fun for mommy!”

When the day wound down I gave his diaper a gentle pat and popped his binkie out for a big hug. “Mommy is so proud of her furniture baby. We’ll do this again very soon!”

Fellow ABDLs, if your Mommy hasn’t tried turning you into living furniture yet, you have to ask! It’s such a creative, loving way to sink deeper into little space and bonding with mommy.

What about you? Has your caregiver ever used you as furniture? If you’d like to happen to you come and call 1-888-430-2010. We have an assortment of mommies waiting to make this real for you

Until next time, stay padded and playful,

Mommy