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An amazing addition!!!! Looking forward to the birthday tomorrow. Perhaps he will just have a big ol' one for a candle!!!

20)     Return of the Mommy 😊 I woke up to the sound of birds singing outside. I continued to suck on my pacifier as I adjusted my eyes. I had become an expert at sleeping with a pacifier in my mouth which I was strangely proud of. As I took a deep breath in, the foul smell in the air hit my nose. For a second, I wondered what it was, but as I shuffled about in the crib, I instantly became aware of my messy diaper from the night before. The warm gooey mess now felt cold and sticky. I was desperate to get out of it. After a few minutes, I heard movement outside the bedroom door and Lana entered the room. ‘Phew’, she exclaimed, ‘those prunes have definitely done their job’. She came over and let down the side of the crib and helped me to stand up. ‘We’ll change you in a minute’, she said, ‘I have a surprise for you’. With that, she took my hand and led me downstairs wearing just my messy diaper and still sucking on my pacifier. As we walked into the living room, there stood my Mom. ‘Surprise’, she cheered with open arms, ‘I thought I would come and see you a day early’. I had missed her a lot, especially after going through a day at preschool and my torture with Laura. I ran over and gave her a hug. ‘Aw, have you missed Mommy?’ she giggled. I didn’t answer and held her tightly. Seeing her again meant that I was one step closer to returning home. As my mother hugged me, I felt one of her hands move down and pull open the waistband of my diaper. ‘I thought I could smell a dirty diaper’, she said, ‘wow, that’s a big mess’. As we let go of each other, she smiled. ‘I thought by now that you would have started to act your age a bit more’, she said, ‘I wasn’t expecting you to greet me wearing a dirty diaper and sucking on a pacifier’. I forgot that I had that it my mouth and took it out. ‘He has been acting his age’, Lana giggled, ‘if his age is two-years-old’. Both women started laughing but I struggled to find the funny part. ‘I see not much has changed then’, my mother frowned ‘In all seriousness, he has behaved really well’, Lana said, ‘or should I say ‘she’ has behaved really well’. My mother looked confused. Lana got out her phone and showed her the picture from yesterday of me sitting in the highchair wearing the love heart dress. ‘Oh, my goodness’, chucked my mother, ‘what an adorable little baby girl’. Lana explained about how my diaper had leaked in my shorts and so Jenny had let me have a dress to wear. I interrupted the conversation before Lana could talk anymore about it. ‘Are we going home today?’ I asked. ‘We’ll be going home tomorrow’, replied my Mom. ‘But it’s my birthday tomorrow’, I complained. ‘Exactly’, my mother said, ‘it’ll be nice to celebrate it here with everyone’. I rolled my eyes. ‘I could invite Jenny over if you’d like?’ Lana asked. Just then I started blushing and shuffled about like a shy school boy. ‘Erm…I guess you can invite her…if you wanted to’, I said sheepishly. Lana giggled, ‘I’ll give her a call’. ‘Whilst you’re doing that, I think it’s about time we got you out of that diaper before you stink out the whole house’, chuckled my mother. I was more than happy to have a diaper change and followed my mother upstairs, into the bedroom. As we entered the room, the smell coming from my messy diaper once again filled the air. I gingerly laid down in the crib whilst doing my best not to squish the contents of my diaper. I was still holding onto my pacifier but decided to keep it in my hand for now. My mother found my changing supplies and brought them over. As she opened up my diaper, she quickly waved her hand in front of her nose. ‘Such a little stinker’, she exclaimed, ‘I can see you’re become very comfortable with using your diapers’. She quickly noticed my smooth, hairless crotch and started smiling. ‘You’re looking very babyish down there, aren’t you?’ she said. It was hard not to deny it as I looked down at my hairless crotch which had a few poop stains on it. My mother pulled out a baby wipe and got to work. ‘How has your week been?’ she asked. ‘It’s certainly been an adventure’, I replied. ‘Have you been sleeping alright in the crib?’ asked my mother. ‘I struggled at first’, I admitted, ‘but the mobile helps me to drift off’. I immediately regretted that sentence the second it left my mouth. ‘Mobile?’ my mother wondered out loud. As she looked up, she was surprised to see the fluffy stars hanging above me. ‘You’ve been falling asleep to the sounds of the lullabies coming from that crib mobile?’ she asked curiously. I nodded my head. She saw the teddy bear sitting in the corner of the crib. ‘I’m guessing this is your teddy bear as well?’ she questioned. ‘Well, it used to belong to Sophie but she gave it to me so…I suppose it is mine’, I replied whilst feeling a bit silly about it all. My Mom shook her head in disbelief. ‘It’s hard to believe that you’re going to be fifteen-years-old tomorrow’, she said as she continuing to wipe my very messy bottom, ‘anyone would think that you were a one-year-old’. I suddenly started to feel very self-conscious and vulnerable. Without thinking about it, I put the pacifier, that I was still holding onto, into my mouth as a form of comfort. I started sucking on it and instantly felt soothed. My mother continued to look at me in amazement. ‘I’m not so sure that I’m going to have a fifteen-year-old in the morning’, she said, ‘I think baby Tommy is quite comfortable as he is’. I ignored her and enjoyed the moment as I was finally put into a clean diaper. We then headed back downstairs ready for breakfast. Sophie had already finished her food and was playing with her dolls on the carpet. My mother strapped me into the highchair before tying a bib around my neck. Lana came over with a bottle of juice and my usual bowl of oatmeal. My mother looked at it curiously. ‘He’s been having it for a few days now’, Lana said, ‘much healthier than cereal’. ‘I had no idea that you liked oatmeal’, my mother exclaimed. I shrugged my shoulders, ‘I’m getting used to it’. I sat there in the highchair and waited. ‘Are you alright?’ asked my Mom, ‘what are you waiting for?’ ‘Oh…it’s just that…normally Auntie Lana feeds me’, I admitted. My mother looked at Lana for an explanation. ‘I only fed him the once because he was being fussy but then it just sort of turned into our everyday routine’, she giggled. With that, she started washing a few pots. My mother stood there in complete bafflement as she contemplated the idea of feeding her fourteen-year-old son his breakfast. I was used to being fed in the highchair and it barely even bothered me. As my mother scooped up a spoonful of porridge, I opened my mouth and gladly accepted it. At first, she seemed a little surprised by it all but eventually she started to smile and continued feeding me my oatmeal. ‘This brings back a lot of happy memories’, she said, ‘I miss those days’. ‘I know what you mean’, sighed Lana, ‘Sophie is growing up so fast. She’s a lot more independent already. I sometimes wish that they could just stay as babies forever’. ‘I think my wish might have already come true’, giggled my mother, ‘I might have to pop out later and get you some slightly different birthday presents’. I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant by that. I continued swallowing mouthful after mouthful of oatmeal. ‘I bet that’s a bit nicer than your dinner last night’, Lana grinned. ‘What did he have for dinner?’ my mother asked. ‘He had a big bowl of mashed prunes and broccoli’, replied Lana. ‘Wow’, my mother exclaimed, ‘how was that?’ Before I could answer, Lana stepped in first. ‘He finished the whole bowl’, Lana chuckled, ‘so it can’t have been that bad’. I ignored their conversation but just hoped that I wouldn’t have to eat mashed prunes and broccoli ever again. I spent the rest of the morning catching up with my Mom. I was finally allowed to wear my t-shirt and shorts again. In an odd way, I almost missed the soft, silky feel of the dress but I tried not to think about it. True to her word, in the afternoon, my mother went out to do some shopping whilst I stayed at the house with Sophie and Lana. I was used to being alone with them and joined Sophie in watching some cartoons. Lana came in with some drinks for us. She grinned at me when she saw that I was sucking away on my pacifier. I had started to become so used to my pacifier that I would put it into my mouth without even thinking about it. The three of us sat and watched the TV whilst I drank from my baby bottle and Sophie drank from her sippy cup. Not long afterwards, I needed to pee. I was just about to wet my diaper when Sophie suddenly stood up. ‘Mommy’, she gasped, ‘I need potty’. ‘Okay sweetie’, Lana replied, ‘hold on’. She dashed across the room and pulled out the training potty before placing it in front of Sophie. As soon as Sophie sat her down on the potty, I heard her starting to pee. Strangely enough, the sound of it reminded me that I needed to pee as well. I let my bladder relax and started to wet my diaper. For a second, it felt very belittling as Sophie peed in a potty whilst I was peeing in a diaper. However, soon my diaper started to feel warm and comforting and I relaxed as the last few drops of pee landed inside of it. I couldn’t believe how comfortable I had become with regards to my ‘punishment’. Maybe Jenny was right. Maybe I did really enjoy this. - That evening, I had barely finished my dinner before I was told that it was time for my bath before bedtime. As always, I looked over at the clock to see that it was now only 6:45pm. How much earlier were my bedtimes going to be? After having a bath and being diapered for the night, I said goodnight to Lana and Sophie before getting into the crib. My mother sat down with a bottle in her hand. ‘Apparently, Lana feeds you a bottle before you go to sleep’, she said. I nodded and got comfortable in her lap. ‘Is it formula?’ I asked. ‘I believe so’, my Mom said in disbelief, ‘is this what you’ve been having before bed?’ ‘Yeah, it’s started to become a regular thing’, I told her.  My mother shrugged her shoulders and stuck the nipple of the bottle into my mouth. As I started drinking, the formula didn’t actually taste as bad as it had done before. ‘Am I starting to get used to the taste?’, I wondered. ‘Is that nice?’ my mother asked. I nodded my head as I continued drinking. However, once again, I felt an uncomfortable pressure building in my stomach. I started to wonder what it was but was quickly distracted by my mother. ‘You’ve certainly surprised me, Tommy’, she said, ‘your behaviour has definitely improved but I didn’t expect you to embrace this baby stuff so much’. I could do nothing but stare at her and drink my formula. ‘You’ve spent the past two weeks wearing and using diapers’, my mother continued, ‘you’ve been getting fed your meals in a highchair, you’ve been sleeping in this crib, complete with mobile and teddy bear and now I’m feeding you baby formula from a bottle and you’re telling me that you like it?’ I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that. She didn’t say anything else and continued feeding me. As I finished the final drop, the pressure in my stomach was becoming quite unbearable. However, I had remembered having this same feeling before when Laura had fed me my bottle. As much as I hated it, I always felt better after Laura had given me ‘burpies’, as she called it. As I sat up, my mother noticed my discomfort. ‘Are you alright, Tommy?’ she asked. ‘Mommy?’ I said whilst blushing, ‘could you…erm…burp me?’ ‘Burp you?’ my mother asked in surprise. ‘I feel very full’, I explained. My Mom shook her head in complete dismay, ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this’. I awkwardly got into a position where I was just over her shoulder. My mother put her hand on my back and slowly started to rub it. The pressure in my stomach was agonising and I could feel myself tensing up. My mother continued rubbing my back whilst occasionally patting it. After around a minute or so, she gave me three hard pats on the back and I let out an enormous burp. However, as I burped, I accidentally threw up some formula which went down my mother’s top. Instead of getting angry, she smiled. ‘Ooh dear’, she said softly. ‘Sorry’, I apologised. ‘It’s ok my little one’, my mother cooed, ‘does that feel better?’ ‘Yes Mommy’, I said as I gave her a hug. I immediately felt the pressure in my stomach disappear and sighed with relief.  She kissed me gently on my cheek. ‘I love you sweetheart’, my mother whispered. ‘I love you to Mommy’, I replied. I didn’t understand why I continued to call her ‘Mommy’ but it just felt right. My mother helped me to get comfortable in the crib and tucked me in. She raised the crib bar up and wound up the mobile. Without thinking about it, I put my pacifier into my mouth. As the lullabies filled the room, my mother leaned over the crib and smiled. ‘I think you’re going to have a very different kind of birthday tomorrow’, she said softly. I wasn’t sure what she meant by that. I watched her walk over to the door and turn out the light. ‘Night night sweetheart’, she whispered before closing the door. I struggled to drop off the way that I normally did. The evening light poured in through the window which was a constant reminder of just how early my bedtimes had become. I tossed and turned for around forty-five minutes before dropping off. - I woke up during the early hours of the morning in complete darkness. The room was silent apart from the sound of the pacifier in my mouth. I had woken up needing to pee. I went through the familiar routine of relaxing my bladder before wetting my diaper. I instantly felt the warm sensation spread around my hairless crotch and sighed with relief. However, I struggled to go back to sleep. I once again tossed and turned in the crib and even held onto my teddy bear for comfort but it was no good. Eventually, I sat up in the crib. I reached up and wound up the crib mobile above my head. Suddenly, lullabies once again started to fill the room. I immediately felt soothed and got comfortable in the crib. Within seconds, I fell back asleep holding onto my teddy bear and sucking my pacifier, blissfully unaware that I had now become a fifteen-year-old baby.

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Beautiful. Quote of the week. Having a Gulfstream G700 solves a lot of problems, for sure. So do Sally's diapers, especially if the has a booster in them. Looking forward to having her with Charlie. Those kids make a nice couple.