September 10, 2010
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sleeping angels

Even the naughtiest little abies need to sleep sometimes. Do you know what I like? When a baby is so fussy and making so much trouble but then they look like angels when they are sleeping. It’s kind of funny and cute. You know they are just resting to gain more energy to run and be crazy with, but that’s OK Mommy has a solution for when energetic goes to bad. So you just get your rest in and see what we can get into once you’re charged up and ready to play.   Mommy Lexus
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September 9, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at September 9, 2010
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Nanny Stella Meets Baby

Well hello there sweet pee I’m Nanny Stella and your Mommy hired me to watch you while she’s out shopping. Don’t worry angel your Mommy told me how you like to be diapered, and just how much powder you like on your bottom. Your Mommy even told me how you like to be rubbed down there until you make a big squirty in your diaper for your Mommy. Nanny Stella has many years of practice with my own kids and my breasts are still lactating because my boys still like to nurse every now and then. So as you can see I’m a Mommy turned Nanny, and I can give you all the tender loving care you need when your Mommy is not here. So crawl up in my lap and snuggle up close. There, now isn’t that better? Is baby hungry…… Mommy Stella 1 888 430-2010
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September 1, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at September 1, 2010
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Diapered Husband

  I’ve been talking to Diapered Joe for awhile now. He’s even been so kind as to let me talk with his amazing wife. How is she amazing you might wonder, it’s because she diapers Joe on a regular basis. So many guys tell me they are looking for a woman to diaper them, dominate them, baby them, control them, and it goes on and on. So many say they simply cannot find a woman into it. Diapered Joe’s wife is proof that there are other women out there that love this and that they are all over. I won’t reveal where they are from, but it is not in some huge city, So don’t give up hope guys.   Mommy Scarlet
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August 31, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at August 31, 2010
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My Dream (A Vision Of Peace)

Where the mountains touch the sky Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly A secret place above the crowd Just beneath a silver-lined cloud. Lift your eyes to a snowy peak And see the soon-to-be we seek Whisper DREAMS and let them rise To the mountains old and wise. Climbers climb, it’s time to try Where the mountains touch the sky Take me there. Oh take me now… Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow! Where the ocean meets the sky Where dolphin dance and seagulls fly A place in DREAMS, I know so well The sea inside a single shell. Far across the living sea A pale blue possibility Beyond the castles made of sand Tomorrow in a small child’s hand. Only DREAMERS need apply Where the ocean meets the sky Take me there. Oh take me now… Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow. A common ground for one and all Behind the crystal waterfall Where Peace flows like a mighty stream Like Dr. King I have a DREAM. Imagine such a goal in sight For red and yellow, black and white New Delhi, Peking, Kenya, Rome Earth is the place that we call home. Baghdad, Bangkok, Tel Aviv One race HUMAN, we still believe It matters what we say and do This DREAM is ME, this DREAM is YOU! When walls of hate have fallen fast When prejudice has long since passed When last is first and first is last Come DREAM with me Where the forest reach the sky Wake up and DREAM and don’t be shy. No thorns of war, a perfect rose This is where Gandhi’s DREAM grows Whisper now; let the DREAM begin It’s time to trust the truth within. This is where we seek and find A gift in being colorblind DREAM on DREAMERS, hopes are high Where the forest reach the sky. Take me there. Oh take me now Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow. Now, listen close, the future calls… Build your bridges and tear down walls! For time has taught and so it seems Realities are born of DREAMS! Blessed are the peacemakers… Silvie
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August 27, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at August 27, 2010
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Through the looking glass….

As I sit and reflect on my Mother, a smile always comes to my face. I think of the first time I skinned my knee and how thoughtful and concerned she was. Taking me inside and bandaging my knee, wiping away my tears with her kisses. I reminisce of the smells, the fresh baked cookies, dinner cooking all day long on the stove in preparation for a larger Sunday evening dinner. I reflect on her singing and rocking me to sleep long into my double digits. I recall the shopping sprees or even coming home to a surprise gift laying on my bed that she had picked up for me while she was out that day. So many wonderful memories! What are some of yours? Would you like to re-live them with a mommy? Mommy Lauren 1 888 430 2010
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August 23, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at August 23, 2010
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Qui Jun and the Arrogant Monk

There once lived a monk called Shan, in a village in China. He had earned a great name for himself. But he was very arrogant. Qui Jun heard of his arrogance and wanted to teach the monk a lesson. He went to meet Shan who neither greeted him nor acknowledged his presence. Just then a servant of the monk came with a message: “The son of an army officer is here to see you.” The monk said, “I will go and greet him.” Shan welcomed the son of the army officer with respect. After the army officer’s son had departed Qui Jun asked Shan the reason for his double-faced behaviour. “Why is it that you greeted the army officer’s son so respectfully, yet behaved so arrogantly towards me?” Shan the Monk had a quick reply: “Please don’t get me wrong. For me greeting meansnot greeting and not greeting means greeting.” Qui Jun understood the monk’s mischief and hit him hard on his head with his stick. “According to your logic, beating you means not beating and not beating you means beating. Therefore, I have to give you a beating,” said Qui Jun. Shan immediately realised the folly of his actions and started showing respect to everyone he met, irrespective of their status. lily
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August 22, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at August 22, 2010
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diapered

  I hear the abies talk about celebrities they would like to have as Mommies or Sitters. Sometimes I see certain celebrities and think to myself I would love to diaper them. Today it was the magician/illusionist David Blaine. I have no other reason than I think ht would look simply adorable in one. I can’t remember the TV special or interview I saw it in, but he spoke so sweetly about his Mother. It was really touching. So you abies aren’t alone, mommies think about that stuff too.   Mommy Scarlet
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August 10, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at August 10, 2010
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Adult Babies with Questions

When people finally realize that they are adult babies or that they like diapers they often have a lot of questions. They want to know why they like the things they like. A curious new adult baby wants to know that there are other people out there who like it too. Some of they want to tell others how they got into the diaper and adult baby lifestyle or fetish (whichever it is for them). The Phoneamommy Board is a good place to share and ask questions. The mommies and baby girls here answer questions and message with the babies who post there. Don’t forget about that very fun part of our community. I can’t wait to meet the new babies. Mommy Shirley  
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August 5, 2010
Published by Diaper Sissy at August 5, 2010
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The Forgotten Mother

A gray old woman sits all alone Unloved, uncherished and unknown. Sitting beside her broken door. Dreaming of days past long ago, When children played about her knee Filling the air with childish glee, Tended by her with loving care. Knowing the blessing of a Mother’s prayer. But now they have gone, each to his life A girl to her husband, a boy to his wife, Forgetful are they of her who sits here Silently wiping a tricking tear, For striving for things in a life so brief Blind their poor eyes to a dear Mother’s grief. But does she upbraid them in word or in mind. Nor does their neglect to her seem unkind. She’ll forgive and forget all unkindness they’ve shown This poor old mother who sits alone. RUBY LATIMER EDWARDS Silvie
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