2011

I would love to meet up with people who are diaper lovers in Kentucky 

I have trouble sleeping when diapered

Chapter 31: The farther west they drove, the more the world around them began to change.   Texas slowly faded behind them mile by mile until eventually the dry open plains gave way to something entirely different.   Mountains.   Real mountains.   Chris noticed them first.   His face practically glued itself to the window as distant blue-gray peaks began rising along the horizon beneath enormous desert skies.   “Daddy LOOK.”   Bill glanced ahead and smiled immediately.   There they were.   The approach toward Santa Fe stretched out before them in breathtaking layers of mountain ridges, red earth, and wide-open skies painted gold by the late afternoon sun.   Chris looked completely stunned.   “They’re HUGE.”   Bill laughed softly.   “Welcome to New Mexico.”   The scenery only became more beautiful the farther they drove.   The roads curved gently now through rolling desert landscapes dotted with sagebrush, rocky hills, and little roadside towns full of adobe buildings and colorful signs. Every turn seemed to reveal another impossible view.   Chris couldn’t stop staring.   “It looks like a movie.”   Bill smiled to himself.   Honestly? It kind of did.   The mood inside the SUV shifted too.   Something about the mountains energized both of them again after hours on the road.   Soon Chris suddenly pointed out the window.   “I spy…”   Bill immediately groaned playfully.   “Oh no.”   “…Something green.”   Bill squinted dramatically at the desert around them.   “That narrows it down to approximately three things.”   Chris burst out laughing.   For the next hour they entertained themselves with road trip games:   I Spy, license plate spotting, counting motorcycles, making up ridiculous stories about passing cars.   At one point Chris pointed toward a giant RV passing them.   “That’s definitely a wizard.”   Bill nearly choked laughing.   “A wizard?”   “Traveling wizard.”   “Ah yes. Very common in New Mexico.”   Chris nodded seriously.   Eventually the windows came down as the air cooled slightly in the higher elevation.   Warm desert wind rushed through the SUV carrying the scent of dry earth and pine trees while music played through the speakers.   And then somehow…   It turned into a concert.   A terrible concert.   Bill started singing first — loudly and dramatically to an old country song playing on the radio.   Chris immediately joined in.   Completely off-key.   Very enthusiastic.   Within minutes both of them were absolutely butchering the lyrics with the windows down while the New Mexico mountains rolled past outside.   Bill drummed on the steering wheel dramatically.   Chris held Elvis up like a microphone.   At one point Bill glanced over and caught another driver laughing at them from the next lane.   Bill just laughed harder.   Chris meanwhile had reached peak chaos.   “TAKE ME HOOOOME—”   “That is NOT the lyric!”   “It is now!”   By the end of the song both of them were laughing so hard they could barely breathe.   And honestly?   Bill couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this free.   No stress. No expectations. Just joy.   Simple ridiculous joy.   Eventually they pulled off for gas and snacks at a roadside station nestled near the mountains.   Chris climbed out of the SUV still giggling from the singing disaster while clutching both Elvis and Patches.   Inside the gas station, Bill grabbed drinks and snacks while Chris immediately became distracted by the frozen slushie machine.   His eyes widened.   “Oh my gosh.”   Bill already knew that look.   “You want one.”   Chris nodded aggressively.   “Blue.”   “Of course blue.”   A few minutes later Chris sat happily outside beside the SUV holding an enormous bright blue slushie like he’d just achieved lifelong happiness.   For approximately thirty seconds everything went perfectly.   Then disaster struck.   The lid popped sideways.   Blue slushie exploded everywhere.   Down Chris’s shirt. Across his shorts. Onto his hands. A splash on Elvis.   Chris froze in horror.   Then immediately burst into overwhelmed tears.   “NOOOOO.”   Bill reacted instantly.   “Hey hey hey—it’s okay!”   “But it spilled!”   “I know buddy.”   “It’s EVERYWHERE!”   Chris looked absolutely devastated while sticky blue slushie dripped down his hands.   “I ruined it!”   Bill crouched beside him calmly despite the chaos.   “You didn’t ruin anything. This is a fixable problem.”   Chris sniffled miserably while trying not to cry harder.   Bill grabbed wipes from the SUV immediately and started cleanup mode with practiced efficiency.   “Elvis survived,” Bill announced first.   Chris looked relieved instantly.   “He did?”   “Minimal casualties.”   That helped a little.   Soon Bill had:   sticky hands cleaned, shirt mostly salvaged, Elvis wiped down, replacement straw secured.   “There,” Bill said warmly. “Crisis managed.”   Chris hiccuped softly before leaning against him.   “Sorry.”   Bill gently brushed sticky hair back from his forehead.   “You never have to apologize for accidents.”   Chris nodded quietly.   Then after a moment:   “…Can I still have slushie?”   Bill burst out laughing.   “Yes, but maybe slower this time.”   Soon they were back on the road again.   The combination of mountains, emotional recovery, warm wind, and long hours of travel finally caught up with Chris afterward.   Before long he’d fallen asleep again in the backseat surrounded by:   stuffed animals, blankets, snacks, cowboy boots kicked halfway off once more.   Bill glanced in the rearview mirror while the mountains glowed softly in the evening light.   Chris slept peacefully despite the faint traces of blue slushie still lingering near his sleeve.   And somehow that tiny mess made the moment feel even more real.   The miles passed quietly after that.   Then suddenly— Santa Fe.   Adobe buildings. String lights. Mountain air. Southwestern colors glowing beneath the setting sun.   Bill smiled softly as they finally pulled toward the hotel after another long day on the road.   “We made it,” he whispered quietly to himself.   And behind him, still asleep with Elvis and Patches tucked close…   Chris smiled faintly in his dreams as if somehow he already knew too.     Chapter 32: The hotel in Santa Fe felt completely different from the others they’d stayed in so far.   The moment Bill and Chris stepped inside, warm southwestern colors wrapped around them — earthy reds, desert oranges, woven blankets draped over furniture, and soft lantern lighting glowing against adobe-style walls.   Even the air smelled different somehow.   Dry desert warmth mixed with chlorine from the indoor pool somewhere nearby and the faint scent of fresh tortillas drifting from the hotel restaurant.   Chris blinked around the lobby in awe while holding Elvis beneath one arm and Patches tightly against his chest.   “It looks cozy.”   Bill smiled.   “It does.”   After hours in the car, the hotel felt like a genuine reward.   Check-in went smoothly while Chris leaned sleepily against the counter still recovering from his slushie-related emotional journey earlier. The desk clerk smiled warmly at the sight of him in cowboy boots clutching two stuffed puppies.   “Long trip?” she asked kindly.   Bill laughed softly.   “Cross-country road trip.”   Her eyes widened slightly.   “Well then y’all definitely earned some rest.”   Soon they made their way upstairs and opened the door to their room for the next couple days.   The room was spacious with southwestern decor, thick blankets folded neatly across the beds, and a large window overlooking distant mountain ridges glowing softly in the evening light.   Chris immediately wandered to the window.   “The mountains are STILL there.”   Bill chuckled while setting down the bags.   “Pretty hard to lose mountains.”   Chris turned dramatically.   “I love New Mexico.”   Bill smiled warmly at that.   Because honestly?   He was starting to love it too.   Then suddenly Chris froze.   His eyes locked onto something outside the room door down the hallway.   “Daddy…”   Bill looked up.   “What?”   “There’s a POOL.”   The exhaustion vanished instantly.   Within fifteen minutes both of them had changed into swim clothes and made their way downstairs.   The hotel pool area turned out even better than Chris imagined.   A huge indoor pool stretched beneath skylights while warm lights reflected across the water. There was a diving board at one end and an actual slide twisting down into the deep end.   Chris gasped so loudly several people turned to look.   “THEY HAVE A SLIDE.”   Bill laughed immediately.   “I can see that.”   Chris practically bounced in place while Bill helped set towels and bags down nearby.   The second Bill gave permission—   Chris exploded into motion.   Splash.   Straight into the pool.   Cold water sprayed everywhere while Chris surfaced laughing hysterically.   Bill shook his head smiling.   “You couldn’t even wait two seconds?”   “Nope!”   Soon the entire pool area echoed with:   splashing, laughter, cannonballs, and Chris repeatedly yelling “WATCH THIS” before doing increasingly dramatic jumps into the water.   The slide became his obsession immediately.   He climbed it over and over again, racing down with huge grins before splashing into the water dramatically each time.   Bill stayed close by in the water laughing harder than he had in days.   At one point Chris climbed onto the diving board and froze halfway down it.   “…It’s high.”   Bill smiled reassuringly from the pool below.   “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”   Chris looked uncertain for a moment.   Then determined.   Then he jumped.   A huge splash erupted across the pool.   Chris resurfaced sputtering and immediately burst into proud laughter.   “I DID IT.”   Bill clapped dramatically.   “That was awesome!”   The pure happiness on Chris’s face afterward nearly melted Bill completely.   No fear. No shame. No overthinking.   Just joy.   Simple unfiltered joy.   After nearly an hour of swimming, though, exhaustion finally started creeping back in.   Chris’s jumps got slower. His laughter softer. His eyes sleepier.   By the time they headed back upstairs wrapped in towels, Chris leaned heavily against Bill while walking down the hallway.   “Tired now?”   Bill asked knowingly.   Chris nodded immediately.   “Very.”   Back in the hotel room, the familiar routine returned once more.   Warm cleanup. Fresh diaper. Comfortable clothes.   Chris stayed clingy and sleepy through most of it while Bill worked patiently and gently.   “You had fun though?” Bill asked while finishing the change.   Chris yawned hugely.   “Best pool ever.”   Bill smiled warmly.   “You were basically a human cannonball.”   Chris grinned proudly.   Soon afterward Bill prepared a bottle while the room settled into soft evening quiet.   Outside the window, Santa Fe glowed beneath the mountains while the sky slowly deepened toward dusk.   Chris curled up beside Bill on one of the beds clutching Elvis and Patches while drinking sleepily from the bottle.   His wet hair still smelled faintly like chlorine.   Bill gently rubbed his back while cartoons played quietly on the television.   “You know what?” Bill said softly after a while.   “What?” Chris murmured around the bottle.   “You looked really happy today.”   Chris blinked sleepily upward at him.   “I am happy.”   That answer landed deep.   Because Bill realized something important hearing it.   Not “I had fun.” Not “the pool was cool.”   I am happy.   Present tense.   Current. Real.   Bill kissed softly against the top of his head.   “Good,” he whispered.   A few minutes later the bottle slipped slightly in Chris’s hands as sleep finally won.   Bill carefully set it aside while Chris curled instinctively against his chest.   And there, surrounded by mountain views, soft hotel light, stuffed puppies, and the quiet rhythm of peaceful breathing… Chris drifted into a safe, content afternoon nap while Bill simply held him close.

I liked it too.  Anyone on the video needed to be let in on it.  So I'm glad they showed going back and pointing out the camera.  That way they could get a release signed.

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