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little moments on the changing mat ☁️🍼
rainy days call for special themed attire ☁️
soggy night owls keeping me protected while i dream away 🦉🤎🤍
we want to fly off to Neverland ☁️✨
Also loving my fit today! feeling super cute and little 🤎✈️☁️
Vol. 2 - Confessions from the Changing Table
Confession: I am much braver in theory than I am in real life.
In theory I am a very important crinkly prince of Plushveria. Ruler of blanket forts. Commander of the Hippo Guard. Brave explorer of biscuit cupboards. Official supervisor of cosy things.
In real life I can be completely defeated by one raised eyebrow and a soft little “come here, you.”
That is the dangerous thing about being little at heart.
You can be walking round pretending to be a proper adult. Paying bills. Doing emails. Making decisions. Wearing trousers like some sort of tax-paying citizen.
Then someone says something soft in the right voice and my brain drops all its paperwork.
Oops.
No thoughts.
Only blink blink.
The changing table, real or pretend, means a lot to me. Not just because of nappies, although yes, obviously, hello, crinkle boy reporting for duty.
It’s more the feeling of it.
Like... I don’t have to keep pretending.
I don’t have to be clever.
I don’t have to be in charge.
I don’t have to explain every tiny thing before I’m allowed to need help.
Someone just notices.
Someone checks.
Someone goes, “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
And my whole body goes a bit quiet.
That’s the bit that gets me.
Not in a silly dramatic way. Well. Maybe a tiny bit dramatic, because I am me and the Plushie Council does love paperwork.
But it’s the care.
The kind of care where the babyish bits, the disabled bits, the overwhelmed bits, the shy bits, the “I don’t know how to ask” bits, don’t get treated like a problem.
They’re just part of me.
My wobbly hands. My tired brain. My shy face. My little habits. The way I sometimes need someone else to take over just enough so I can stop holding everything so tight.
No panic.
No disgust.
No making me feel bad for needing help.
Just care.
Soft care.
The kind where being looked after doesn’t make me less grown up. It just means somebody loves me enough to notice when I’m running out of brave.
And yes, sometimes that care is very silly.
Sometimes it’s being told the Plushie Council has reviewed my behaviour and decided I am overdue a change, a cuddle, and possibly a snack.
Sometimes it’s being called a soggy little prince and wanting to vanish under a blanket while also secretly glowing like a nightlight.
Sometimes it’s doing that very suspicious thing where I pretend I’m not loving every second.
The royal record will deny this.
Harvey Hippo has evidence.
I think I like the changing table idea because it’s the opposite of being left to just cope.
It’s a place where somebody sees the little “uh oh” signs before I can even explain them.
Where embarrassing things become normal because they’re handled gently.
Where being needy doesn’t make me too much.
Where I can be wriggly and shy and cared for without having to earn it by being impressive first.
And maybe that’s the real confession.
It’s not just that I like nappies.
It’s that I like the kind of love where even the softest, smallest, most helpless-feeling parts of me are still wanted.
Where I can be a little bit ridiculous and still be held.
Where I don’t have to be brave every second.
Where someone smiles and says, “There he is. That’s my sweet boy.”
And then my brain does the thing.
The very tiny thing.
The “oh no I have melted” thing.
Because I think part of me is always waiting to be told I did well.
Not in a big serious way.
Just in that little boy way where praise skips past my grown up brain and lands somewhere much softer.
The place that still wants to be good.
Still wants to be chosen.
Still wants to make someone proud.
So yes.
Confession from the changing table:
I am not as brave as I look.
I am much softer than I pretend.
And if you are gentle with me, I may become absolutely useless.
Possibly wriggly.
Possibly shy.
Possibly biscuit-bribable.
Definitely watched by Harvey Hippo.
He knows the truth.
And unfortunately he is very good at keeping records.
never felt more cozy & sexy ☁️
Back to school in diapers part 4: Mid day diaper change into a thick safari! I loved that most of the bathrooms were private! Changed and ready to continue to my day— while making a cute face/pose for daddy!!!:P
This is the abdl cat. He only appears every 329 737 398 days.
Reblog this post in the next 30 secondes and he will bring you a lot of diapers and abdl clothes.
it works, thank you Abdl-cat !
I don’t believe in these sorta things, but I DO think…holy heck that’s an astronomical number of diapers! Goodness gracious, someone is planning to stay padded indefinitely, I would guess.
Okay abdl cat, work your magic!
ok abdl cat, send me lots of diapers.
I need some, desperately
Look!!! I’m helping during my outdoor diaper change at @tomkat-campout!!! If you say you’re helping, you cannot get in trouble, right?
#BDF means Big Changies Friday too… wish i had some helping hands ☁️ 🫶🏻
Good time
my definition of a good time
Saturday mornings like this ☁️🫶🏻
This moments ❤️💦🙈
This is one of the most innocent posts ever, and I love it.
the most adorable and romantic thing 🤍
ready for my day! so… do we think these look like boxers? 🙈🍼☁️
a fresh change after this mornings’ stinky diapie and i’m ready for the day ☁️🍼
soggy mornings are my favorite mornings! ☁️
Sometimes when I wake up all soaked like this I just want to have a little day more than anything.
Like wake up and have someone bring me breakfast and change me. Then watch Saturday morning cartoons and color. Then head out to like toys r us, or the beach or even the zoo. Order off the kids menu while we’re out. Then come home and have a bubble bath and finish everything off with a bedtime story or something.
I know its not going to happen, but it’d be a perfect day.
That’s just adorable, love beards and diapers by the way.
You are adorable, Happy New Year 🎈🎆🎊
the perfect day 🏹☁️