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I like wet and dry diapers equally. It depends on the situation. -
Chatper 104. For the next two weeks, life settled into a gentle rhythm. Each afternoon, when Betsy came home from med school, I helped her into a diaper—part of the routine we’d agreed on. Most days meant changing a couple of wet diapers, and every other day brought a poopy one. From Friday evening to Monday morning, she stayed in diapers full-time, giving her a chance to unwind and reset before the next week began. Lena continued to visit every few days, always bringing a sense of calm and familiarity. Her bond with Betsy deepened with each visit, especially during bottle time. Betsy seemed to find comfort in Lena’s presence, and Lena cherished those quiet moments—feeding her, holding her close, and sharing in the softness of the routine. The third week brought a big change. I got a phone call from the craftsman who had been building Betsy’s crib—it was finally ready for pickup. I scheduled a time for Thursday and rented a truck to bring it home. But as I pulled into the apartment complex and looked at the size of the pieces, I knew I was going to need help. Carrying everything up and assembling it alone wasn’t going to happen. So, I put the crib into storge in the garage. That night, after Lena finished giving Betsy her bottle, I pulled her aside. Are you going to be home tomorrow morning? I asked. She nodded. I should be. Why? I need your help with a project I’ve been working on for Betsy, I said, keeping my voice low. I’ll tell you tomorrow—I don’t want Betsy to overhear. Lena raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Knowing you, it has to be something great. I’ll be on pins and needles until I see what it is. I smiled. Perfect. I’ll come to see you when Besty leaves for school.. She gave me a playful wink. I’ll be ready. As the evening settled into quiet, I felt a sense of anticipation. Tomorrow will be an interesting day After Betsy left for school that morning, I headed straight to Lena’s apartment. When she opened the door, she was wrapped in a bathrobe, that showed off her boobs. I had no problem figuring out why Betsy likes resting her head on Lena boobs. Clearly not expecting company quite so early. She gave a sleepy smile and said, give me a couple minutes—I’ll go get dressed. I nodded, waiting in the living room while she disappeared down the hall. A few minutes later, she returned, dressed and curious. Alright, she said, I’m ready. What’s this mystery project you’ve been working on for Betsy? I grinned. You’ll see soon. I didn’t want to say anything last night because I didn’t want Betsy to overhear. But I think she’s going to love it. Lena’s eyes lit up. Now I’m really intrigued. When we got down to the storage room, I turned to Lena with a grin. Are you ready to see it? She raised an eyebrow, clearly impatient. Come on—hurry up and open that door. I unlocked it and swung it open. Inside, the crib pieces were wrapped securely in blankets and protective padding, their shape barely visible beneath the layers. Lena peered in, then turned to me with a puzzled look. What is it? Everything is all wrapped up—I can’t tell. I just smiled. You’ll have to wait until we get it all upstairs. She gave me a look that could’ve melted steel. That’s not fair. I have to wait to find out what it is? Still smiling, I handed her one of the lighter pieces to carry. Trust me—it’ll be worth it. It took ten full round trips to get all the crib pieces upstairs. By the end, both Lena and I were breathing heavy, our arms sore but our spirits high. The wrapped bundles leaned against the wall like unopened gifts, each one holding a piece of the surprise I’d been planning for weeks. I realized I still needed to grab my tools from the truck, so I turned to Lena. You’re coming with me. She groaned. Seriously? I could start unwrapping while you’re gone! I gave her a knowing look. Exactly why you’re coming. I know you too well. She crossed her arms, clearly frustrated but amused. You’re cruel. I’ve waited this long—I deserve a peek. I chuckled. Just a bit longer. I promise it’ll be worth it. Reluctantly, she followed me back downstairs, muttering playful complaints under her breath. The anticipation was building, and I could tell she was dying to see what I’d been working on for Betsy. But the reveal had to be just right. Once we got back to the apartment, I had Lena start by spreading out all the hardware—screws, bolts, washers—everything we’d need for assembly. She laid them out neatly, grouping them by size and type, her curiosity still bubbling just beneath the surface. Alright, I said, pointing to one of the longer packages. This one’s about 60 inches long—it should have four railings inside. The two with the rounded tops are the upper pieces, and the other two are the bottoms. Lena nodded, already tearing into the packaging with care. Once she had the railings out, I instructed her to place one top and one bottom about four feet apart. She did as ask, still trying to guess what we were building. I pointed to two more packages. Each of these should have sixteen wooden slats. Put one bundle next to each top piece. As she arranged the bundles, I grabbed the wood glue. Now, put a little glue into each of the round holes in the bottom piece. I’ll insert the slats—if any glue seeps out, just wipe it clean. She followed the instructions, wiping away the excess with a cloth as I pressed each slat into place. Once the bottom row was done, we repeated the process with the top rail, securing the slats into their final positions. Then we moved on to the second side, building it the same way. When both panels were complete, I stepped back and smiled. Now we let them dry. Once they’re set, we can move on. Lena looked at the pieces, finally starting to see the shape of it. This is going to be something special, she said softly. I nodded. It’s for Betsy. It has to be. By the time we finished assembling the side panels, it was well past noon. I turned to Lena and said, Let’s grab a bite to eat while the glue sets. We can finish the rest after lunch. She stretched her arms and smiled. Good idea. I’m starving. We stepped out for a quick lunch, chatting about everything and nothing, the kind of easy conversation that comes with close friendship. When we returned, refreshed and ready, we got back to work. Together, we began unwrapping the last two large packages. As the layers of padding came off, the rich wood grain and craftsmanship were finally revealed. Lena paused, her eyes widening as she took it all in. This is a crib for Betsy, isn’t it? she asked, her voice soft with realization. I smiled, watching her reaction. Yes, it is. She stepped closer, running her fingers gently over the carved name on the headboard. It even has her name on it, she whispered. This crib… it’s one of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. Yes it is, I said, admiring the craftsmanship. It’s one of a kind. But we’ve got work to do—let’s finish putting it together and get it set up. Lena nodded, still marveling at the carved details and smooth finish. We got back to work, carefully assembling each piece, double-checking the hardware, and making sure everything was secure. The crib came together beautifully—solid, elegant, and clearly built to last. Once the final bolt was tightened and the mattress lay in place, Lena stepped back and looked at it with wide eyes. There’s no way Betsy’s getting out of this without help, she said with a laugh. I grinned. That was the idea. She chuckled, shaking her head. You really thought of everything. Alright, I said, the last thing we need to do is put on the crib sheet and add a couple of blankets. I handed Lena the crib sheet while I went to grab the blankets I’d picked out weeks ago. As she unfolded the sheet, her face lit up. Oh, how cute—it’s a safari crib sheet! She’s going to love this. I hope so, I replied, smiling as I returned with the blankets. I held up the two options. Which one should we use? Lena didn’t hesitate. The pink one with the babies in diapers, of course. We spread it gently across the mattress, smoothing out the corners and fluffing the edges. Then we both stepped back to admire the finished crib. It stood proudly in the corner of the room, warm and inviting, with Betsy’s name carved into the headboard and soft colors that made the space feel like a sanctuary. Lena looked at it and said, any baby would love this crib. I hope so, I said again, quietly. Then I turned to her. Don’t say anything to Betsy about this. I’m saving the reveal for Saturday—she always takes a nap then, and this is where she’s going to be napping from now on. Lena nodded, her eyes twinkling. I won’t say a word. But I can’t wait to see her face. Yeah, me too, I said with a grin. I’ve got two long days ahead of me trying not to say a word. Lena laughed as she grabbed her things. Good luck with that, she teased, giving me a knowing look. You’re not exactly known for keeping surprises under wraps. I chuckled. Yeah, I’m going to need all the luck I can get. With a wave and a smile, Lena headed out the door, leaving me alone with the beautiful new crib and a heart full of anticipation. I glanced over at it one more time, imagining Betsy’s face when she’d finally see it on Saturday. Just two more days. I took a deep breath. I could do this. I had to. After all, some surprises are worth the wait. Saturday finally arrived, and I was buzzing with excitement. I could hardly wait to show Betsy her crib, though I knew I had to hold off until nap time. Around 1 p.m., I stepped out onto the balcony to bring her in for lunch. There she was, hunched over her schoolwork, pacifier gently bobbing in her mouth as she focused. The sight made me smile—so familiar, so endearing. Without a word, I walked over and scooped her up into my arms. Hey, she said with a sleepy protest, what are you doing? It’s lunchtime, I replied, gently slipping a finger under her plastic pants. And from the feel of things, someone needs a diaper change too. She blushed slightly but didn’t argue, resting her head against my shoulder as I carried her inside. The crib waited quietly in the other room, ready for its moment. Just a little longer. I sat Betsy down in her highchair, snapped the tray into place, and set a sandwich and drink in front of her. She picked up her sandwich with both hands, pacifier now resting beside her drink, and began eating quietly. While we ate, I asked casually, do you think you’ll want to take a nap after lunch? She nodded between bites. Yeah, I could use one. I smiled to myself. Perfect, I thought. It’s finally going to happen. Out loud, I said, Alright, after lunch I’ll get you cleaned up and into a fresh diaper. She glanced down and gave a little smirk. Good. This one’s getting close to its limit. I chuckled and reached over to tousle her hair gently. We’ll take care of that. And then… well, I think you’re going to love where you’ll be napping today. She looked at me curiously, but I just smiled and kept quiet. The surprise was almost ready. After we finished eating, I cleared the dishes and wiped down the counter. Then I walked over to Betsy, still seated in her highchair, and unlatched the tray. As I lifted her out, I felt the warmth through her plastic pants and gave her a knowing look. Now I see why you said this diaper was at its limit. You peed during lunch, didn’t you? She gave a sheepish smile and shrugged. Maybe. I chuckled and kissed the top of her head. Alright, let’s get you cleaned up and into a fresh diaper. She rested her head on my shoulder as I carried her to the changing area, her body relaxed and trusting. The afternoon light filtered softly through the windows, and I could feel the excitement building. Nap time was coming—and with it, the moment I’d been waiting for all week. With her fresh diaper snug and secure, I picked Betsy up and headed into the hallway. She looked at me curiously. Where are we going? I smiled but didn’t answer. Just wait—you’ll see. We reached the third bedroom, the door still closed. As I began to open it, she asked again, why are we going in here? Still, I said nothing. I wanted the crib to speak for itself. The door creaked open, and sunlight spilled across the room, illuminating the beautiful wooden crib standing proudly in the corner. Her name was carved into the headboard, the safari crib sheet tucked neatly over the mattress, and the pink blanket with babies in diapers folded just right. Betsy’s eyes widened. Aa we stepped closer, her mouth slightly open, taking it all in. You made this for me? she whispered. I nodded. It’s yours. Starting today, this is where you’ll take your Saturday naps. She reached out and touched the carved letters, then turned to me with a smile that said everything. This is the most beautiful crib I’ve ever seen. Yes, it is, I said softly. And it’s yours. Betsy turned and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. It was simple, sweet—and it warmed me more than I expected. I smiled and laid her down on the mattress, the safari crib sheet crinkling softly beneath her. I raised the side rails, locking them into place. She looked up at them, eyes wide. They go up so high, she said. I won’t be able to get out by myself. I nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her face. That’s the idea. She giggled, then nestled into the pink blanket with the diapered babies, her pacifier finding its way back to her mouth. I leaned down and whispered, Time for your nap. Call me when you wake up. She closed her eyes, her breathing already slowing, and I stepped quietly out of the room, leaving her in the comfort of her new crib—a space made just for her. -
I can confirm that's very true. However, heat pumps are onle efficient so long as the temperatures aren't too extreme or close to freezing. Think about it, in winter a heat pumps work by removing the heat from outside and pumping it inside. Which will absolitely cause the outside coils to freeze and stop working. Then it will need to activate an electric heater for both inside and outside. Not very efficient. The same sort of problem in summer. Removing the cold outside and pump it inside, only makes it even hotter outside. At some point the coils heat up above their operating capacity, and have to shut off or just keep working at a reduced capacity. Also not very efficient. This is why heat pumps are so popular in the southern USA, but not in the North. Because it gets too cold. You dont see them in Arizona, Nevada, or Mexico that much either. because it gets too hot. -
By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
"If you do how come you wet the bed two nights ago and had an accident in the store?" Camilla asked as she was definitely never going to forget that especially since she didn't even drug Madison that just happened. -
Based on @LittleSusieQcomment, I'd guess she means getting up and standing when you pee. Or laying down so the wetness will wick towards the back more. And yes, controlling the flow so you don't oversaturate any one spot.
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