I have been obsessed with the idea of taking my little boy out and about lately. How such a simple thing (walkin’ around and stopping for a bite to eat) could be turned into this Big Exciting Adventure that needs to be planned…because he’s just a little baby that is terribly accident prone :)
We’d start the mental prep the night before. I lay him down on the bed and get to work changing his diaper. “Tomorrow’s a big day!” I start, tickling his tummy, “You feeling excited?”
“Mmmoooommy!” He giggles from behind his paci, trying to wiggle away from my fingers, “M’cited! Sth’oooooop!”
“Okay, baby. Shhh,” I relent, placing a quick kiss right below his bellybutton before getting back to work on his change, “You think two pull-ups will be enough for tomorrow? Or should mommy diaper you instead? We might not be able to get to the potty right away…”
“Mommy,” He pouts, barely able to keep his eyes open, the blue paci tumbling out of his mouth, “Don’t wan-…na diapy…! I can hold it!”
“We’ll see, babydoll.” His track record wasn’t the best…although most of his accidents were…excitement related. I finish taping him into his double boosted overnight diaper (you can never be too careful lol) and pull down his onesie, snapping the buttons together before patting the soft padding between his legs. He wasn't caged now, but he was going to be for our little outing...he just didn't know it yet :)
The day of our big adventure starts pretty normal...the only difference being that I keep my little boy in his overnight diaper for just a smidge longer than normal. When the time finally comes to start getting ready, I put him in the shower, keeping a close eye on whether or not he's washing properly as I'm getting ready myself. He's a good little boy, so he usually does a pretty good job.
Once he's finished, I dry him off and sit him on the bed. "Okay, baby...arms up," He lifts his arms and I pull his shirt on, "Good boy! You put your listening ears on today, huh?" He giggles, distracted by my praise, "Mommy if, if, if I'm good. I'm always good but if I'm extra good can - um...I get...I get stickies later? If I'm good?"
"If you're good all day," He doesn't notice that I've grabbed his bright pink chastity cage until I'm knelt in front of him. He whines and attempts to get away but stops when I give his already leaky little part a tug, "...including right now," I begin to put the cage on, not really even giving him a chance to react beyond his brief attempt at wriggling away, "I'll consider stickies...or maybe ice cream or somethin'." I lock his cage and slip the thin chain that held the key back around my neck.
I pat his thigh and stand up, holding both of my hands out for him to take, "C'mon, sweet boy. Let's get your pull-ups on." He's quiet aside from some whimpering. I can see that he's fighting the urge to really whine, "Mommy....hmph...." is all he's able to manage as he takes my hands and lets me pull him up.
"I know, sweet boy," I turn to grab one of the pull-ups sitting on the bed before nudging him to step in. "Mommy's being a great big meanie, huh?" He hmphs again as he steps in and I pull the first layer of padding up. I repeat the process again and finish with a pair of joggers.
"There we go! Who's that sweet little boy?" I pat his bottom and he whines, "Mooooommy....! Is'...me..."
His hands fly up in an attempt to hide the blush that's spreading from his neck and up into his cheeks, "No hiding that precious lil' face of yours," I grab hold of his wrists and lower his hands, pulling him down just a bit more so I could kiss his forehead.
"Now c'mon..." I pat his bottom one more time, "You're gonna help mommy pack your diaper bag!"