Baby Katie
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I am the baby around here, as all the mommies can attest to, and I like it that way! I adore wearing diapers, being fed and cared for, but as hard as I try I have some trouble with being good (just ask Mommy Maggie, sometimes I think the only thing she can say is "What am I to do with you?")
I try hard to be good, but when I enter the baby zone I just can't seem to listen or resist coloring on the walls. And of course I must be punished, either by time outs or spankings over the knee of caring adults. I would love to talk to a daddy out there or maybe be able to play with another baby. In this lifestyle it is hard sometimes to find the right play partners..
I play on the phone with many of the mommies on the site (although I think I am 'officially' Mommy Maggies, she really is good to me) but I wanted to explore further. I can't wait to talk with you!
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October 8, 2011
Lately I have been feeling just a little bit self conscious about something and I was hoping that maybe all of you would be able to help me? You see, I glanced at myself in the mirror the other day and I was suddenly struck with the thought that maybe my backside was just a little bit too big? Now I’m going to put a picture to show all of you what I mean and I’m hoping to get your honest opinion. Do you all think that my backside is […]
October 7, 2011
I walked out into the night, Frightened by the moonlit sky I broached the neighbor’s lawn with care I heard the babies cry inside Quickly up the drive I ran Knowing they needed a helping hand The door swung open before I knocked Swiftly they shooed me in My sitting job was to begin Dirty diapers all around Babies making baby sounds The sent of poop filled the room Dirty diapers would be my doom The lights started flickering The mothers waved goodbye I panic as I scanned the room […]