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Authors note: This is a true story to the best of my ability to recall events from my early childhood. The first two chapters told of the day my mother put me back in diapers. What follows is my recollection of events that took place during the time I remained in diapers - until it was time for me to start school. My memories of the things my mom did are clear, but I don't recall with any certainty when they took place or how old I was at the time. We lived in a warm climate, so mom left me in just diapers and baby pants most of the time. It didn't take the neighbors long to get accustomed to the idea that I still wore diapers. Even my friends eventually got tired of making jokes about it. But mom never gave up on teasing me for remaining in diapers as long as I did. One of her favorite things was to diaper me in front of guests. It happened often, but I recall one evening in particular and that is where my story resumes.

"It's diaper time, Stevie," my mother called to me from the living room where she and my father were playing cards with several of their friends. "Go upstairs and get mommy three of your diapers and don't forget your baby pants and diaper pins!" I knew what was coming; mom loved to change my diapers with other people watching and tell them what a big baby I was.

I went up to the nursery and got the diapers, pins and baby pants. My little brother was out of diapers by now, but my mom kept the nursery as it was. She often showed the room to her friends and reminded them that although my brother was wearing big boy clothes, I was still in diapers. Sometimes when she was diapering me in front of her friends, she changed my diapers on the nursery changing table.

I slowly took the diapers, pins and baby pants down to living room. Mommy folded the diapers together and lay them on the floor with the diaper pins and baby pants. "Come here, Stevie; let mommy see if you've wet your diapers." If I was wearing pants she pulled them part way down, otherwise she just unsnapped one side of my baby pants. Of course, my diapers were almost always wet. When she found me in soggy diapers. Mom would say, "Stevie, tell everyone what you have done." Then I had to tell her friends "I wet my diapers."

"That's right," mommy said; "he wet his diapers like a little baby! It's a good thing we have three diapers for my big baby to wear tonight!" Then she lay me down on the floor, unsnapped my baby pants and unpinned my diapers. "Just look how wet you are!" mommy would exclaim, then say to her friends, "That's why I have to double diaper Stevie all day and put him in triple diapers at night!".

"Up we go, she would say, lifting me by the ankles like an infant then sliding the wet diapers out from under me. She would dry me, the lift me by the ankles again and slide the stack of dry diapers under me. I had quickly learned what would happen next. "First we put the baby on the diapers," she would say as she lowered me onto the thick stack of soft white diapers. Then as she pulled my diapers snug and pinned them on me she added, "Then we put the diapers on the baby!"

Once she had my diapers on, she slid my pull-on baby pants over my ankles and up to my knees. "Baby wear pull-ons at night, because he is a heavy wetter", mommy would explain - as if most of her friends didn't already know!

"OK, Stevie, put these soggy diapers in your diaper pail and get your jimmies on", she instructed me, "then come down and say good night." I waddled from the room in my thick night time diapers and did as I was told.

.What I didn't realize until I was somewhat older was that mom had found some stick-on lettering at a craft store and added descriptive comments across the front and back of my baby pants. It wasn't until my older sister, who could read, told me that I learned that one pair of baby pants read "Still in Diapers". Others read "Mommy's Diaperboy" and "I wet my diapers" and "Big Baby Stevie". Whenever I turned my back to mommy's friends they could read one of her inscriptions on my baby pants! Those inscriptions were among the first things I earned to read and I am pretty sure that "diaper" was the first word I recognized!

On other occasions, when her friends stopped by during the day, I would be put in the playpen my little brother no longer used, or mom would have her friend change my diapers and put me down for a nap in the crib she kept in the nursery. I no longer fir in the high chair, but up to the time I started school, if there was someone else around as often as not she fed me baby food or a baby bottle.

On one occasion mommy took me to the baby photographer at the mall. As I recall, he didn't work from a studio, but was set up out in a high traffic area on one of the walkways where passersby could see him working - and the babies he was photographing. Naturally, mom wanted to pose me in just my diapers and baby pants. (Years later I found a print of me sitting there in bulging diapers and snap-on baby pants that read "Mommy's Diaperboy".) "He may be big, but he's still just a baby," mommy told the photographer. "I want pictures in his baby pants, then some in nothing but his diapers.

Several times people passing by stopped to watch. They would politely ask if wasn't a little big to be in diapers or just stare. Mommy took it all in stride often agreeing and telling strangers, "Oh, yes, h is a big baby; in fact his little brother is out of diapers, but I still have one baby in the house!".

On another occasion, mommy was changing my diapers at the park and realized she only had one dry diaper so she asked a neighbor who had just changed her baby boy if she could borrow a diaper from her. The neighbor said, "Oh dear - all I have is the one I just took off Bradley." Mom said, "Well he didn't seem very wet; Stevie can finish soaking Bradley's diaper!" The neighbor was surprised but agreed and mommy put the baby's damp diaper inside my diaper as a soaker. "One diaper just isn't enough for Stevie," mommy explained; "even a damp second diaper is better than none."

(This story can be continued if reader's are interested. You can e-mail comments to wet_toddler@hotmail.com)