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[soft-emo-baby]

CREEPER PUPPY BY NEKATO404

[dreamybabypeach]

lil peach's guide to: taking care of sick little ones

1. Use A Humidifier

using a humidifier will help with sore thrusts and congestion. plus there are bunches of cute humidifiers!

2. Get Sore Throat Lollipops

medicine disguised as candy is the perfect way to get little ones to take medicine especially if they feel bratty or grumpy!

3. Scented Stuffies

scented stuffies that can be warmed up or frozen are really good to have! when warm they help soreness but cold ones will help fevers

4. Use a Temperature Paci

Grumpy or bratty little ones may not want to use a regular thermometer so using a paci one may be easier

5. Baby Vicks

baby vicks works like regular vicks but the scent is not as strong. its perfect for little ones with sensory issues

6. Pedialyte Popsicles

having a little one refuse to drink anything can be solved with this frozen treat! it'll help hydrate and keep them cooled down

[bigsibpudding]

To all regressors and dreamers who struggle with mental health problems, neurodiversities, disabilities and/or chronic conditions:

It's OK if you're not able to eat healthy every day;

It's perfectly fine if you couldn't make your bed today;

It's totally OK even if you couldn't even get out of bed today;

It's fine if all you managed today was to use baby wipes instead of getting an actual shower;

It's OK if today you only managed to brush your teeth once;

It's perfectly fine if you didn't have the spoons to cook anything to eat, as long as you did ate something (anything, no matter how small) & got some water inside you (keep yourself hydrated!!!);

It's cool if you didn't have the energy necessary to interact with anyone;

It's OK to say you CAN'T do something. There's nothing wrong in acknowledging our limitations. Don't push yourself to do anything others think you should be doing. Every big person had different needs, and so is the same for the smol ones!!!

Rules and to-do daily lists are all well and good, if they suit your needs & take into consideration your limits!!!

Sometimes taking care of yourself might mean not to do something on your long list of self-care activities!!!!

[sweetiecatcolors]

When I’m Little, I...

🌸 will want lots of cuddles,

🌸 and to sit in your lap

🌸 get sleepy easily

🌸 hug my stuffed animals

🌸 wanna suck on my fingers

🌸 wanna eat/drink sweet things

🌸 wanna play on my DS

🌸 or watch a cute cartoon

🌸 will make happy squeaks

🌸 and/or talk more ‘little’

🌸 will be clingy

🌸 kicky feet

🧸.🎀.🧸.💕.🧸.🎀.🧸.💕.🧸.

no NSFW, k!nk interaction please

[puddings-little-coloring-book]

Monsters Part 03: Make your own monster! (for printing)

[puddingslittlejournal]

Baby hygiene products are THE BEST!!! And the coolest thing ever is that I can buy them and tell big people that's because my skin is sensitive & they never question!!

Also: bought my first paci today!!!!!!!!!!! Am so happy!!!!!!

[agerefandom]

Shapes and Friends

Fandom: Night in the Woods

Characters: Regressor!Mae Borowski, featuring Gregg/Angus as baby!Mae’s friends and cg figures  

Words: 1,200

Summary: Mae regresses while waiting for food, but it’s not bad when her friends are nearby.

Warnings: There are thin lines between dissociation and regression in this story, so if you’re bothered by descriptions of dissociation this fic might not be for you! ‘Little’ is used as an adjective to refer to regression. Lots of sensory description, but in a positive way. 

Gregg and Angus’s apartment was nice. It was a little stinky, like boys and musty second-hand stores and cigarettes. But it was still nice. There was always snack food in the cupboards, and lights around their bedroom that flashed in soft patterns, and they had a loft bed (how cool was that??).

Mae especially liked their couch, squishy enough to swallow you and made of leather that squeaked when you moved on it. She liked the holes in the leather that you could stick your hand in and feel the stuffing, stringy but soft between your fingers.

Mae was playing with the squeaky couch, wiggling her butt to make silly sounds. Some of them were high and some of them were low and she couldn’t figure out if there was a pattern to it. Sometimes her elbows brushed against the leather, sticky with the summer heat. Bare skin made a different sound against the couch, but they all made her happy.

“Hey Mae.”

She looked up to see Angus leaning in the doorway. He looked kind of scruffy today, soft patches of hair scattered on his jaw and cheeks. He was still wearing his sweater vest, but the sleeves of his button-up were rolled to the elbow, and that was how you could tell he was feeling casual. Mae blinked at him, trying to smile but feeling too far away to tell if she was doing a good job. Angus’s voice was softer when he spoke again.

“Do you want some pizza?”

Mae nodded. She was probably hungry. She usually spaced out around dinner time.

“She said yeah,” Angus called back into the bedroom. “Do you want me to order it? She’s little.”

“Baby Mae??!”

Gregg’s voice was loud and excited, and he raced into the room a second later, shoving a phone into Angus’s hands on the way past. He seemed to reconsider the motion as he did it, making a quick turn and running back to give Angus a loud kiss on the cheek before pelting towards the couch again. He dropped to his knees and slid across the carpet, ending perfectly in front of Mae where she was sitting on the couch.

“Hey baby Mae, how you doing?”

Mae did her best to smile at him as well.

“Yeah, that’s fair,” Gregg nodded. “Food’s gonna be on its way soon, do you want blocks or cuddles?”

Blocks were nice. Cuddles were nice. Mae tried to put those facts together and hit a wall. What was the question? She was trying to answer something, but she couldn’t remember why she was thinking about cuddles.

Oh, hey, Gregg was here! Mae reached out a hand to touch his hair, patting the crunchy top layer. Gregg put a lot of goop in his hair that made it not very fun to play with. Mae sometimes used goop to make her hair look spikey and awesome but mostly she just let it do what it wanted. She didn’t like the stiff feeling like Gregg did.

Greg tilted his head into her hand, letting her play with it. She used both hands to push it into a funny looking mohawk, but it was making her fingers sticky and she didn’t like it. She wiped her fingers on her shirt and poked Gregg’s cheek instead. Angus got scratchy when he didn’t shave in the mornings, but Gregg was always smooth and soft, like Mae’s cheeks. She pressed on his cheekbones, his bottom lip, the tip of his nose, between his eyebrows. So many textures for a single face.

Gregg took a deep breath and puffed his cheeks out like a chipmunk. Mae poked the new texture on his cheeks, then put her hands on either side of Gregg’s face and pressed the air out of his mouth. It made a funny squeaking sound, and that made Gregg laugh really hard. Mae tried to do the same thing to her cheeks, but she couldn’t make the same squeaky sound that Gregg did.

“Okay, baby Mae, let’s get you some blocks.” Gregg held out his arms, as if he wanted Mae to come into them. Mae looked at him uncertainly. Could she really move her body off the couch? It felt so big and unwieldy. “Take my hands,” Gregg suggested.

That seemed like something Mae could do.

She slipped her hands into Gregg’s, and he pulled her to her feet. Mae wobbled, dizzy and high up and far away, but Gregg wrapped an arm around her and she wasn’t scared of falling. She pressed her forehead into his shirt and got lost in that feeling for a second, the ridges of the neckline against her eyebrows and the rough texture of the fabric on her skin.

Gregg helped her sit again, a little further away from the couch, and went to get a box from the bookshelf. Mae entertained herself by running her fingers over the carpet, making little popping sounds with her lips. The carpet was rough in one direction and smooth in the other, and she drifted off again in the sensation.

“Here you go.” Gregg startled her by putting a box in front of her, a colourful box with stickers all over it. It looked like a kid had decorated it, but Gregg had done it himself, with all of Mae’s favourite colours. He was a good artist when he tried, but he preferred to make a big mess when he could get away with it. Mae loved watching him push paint around a page with his fingers, even though she didn’t like the feeling on her own hands.

It was Mae’s toy box, full of things that Gregg and Angus had bought for her. Mostly Gregg, but Angus had added a little stuffed bunny with stars on the ears, and Mae loved it so much. Mae had been surprised when they had first shown it to her, but now it just made her smile. She knew everything inside, stuffies and squishies and toys with lights that flashed different colours. Gregg only pulled out the blocks for now, upending the plastic bag they were kept in and letting them tumble across the carpet.

Mae picked a few of them up and ran her fingers over them. The edges, the curves, rough with wood grain and mixed up with sharp corners that poked her when she pressed her thumb on them. She knocked them against each other, enjoying the noise. Gregg played as well, stacking up towers of blocks and prompting Mae to knock them down. He laughed at the destruction, looking pleased with her poking fingers.

Eventually, Angus came back from the phone call and sat beside Gregg, one arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders and the other one helping with the towers.

Mae knew that the pizza would come soon, and the food would be in her tummy, and she would come back from the place where she was drifting. But for now, it was nice to feel the corners of the blocks and watch Angus help Gregg stack them higher. The shapes became real between her fingers, feeling the limits of them. She could knock down all the towers she liked because they would just be rebuilt in new ways, to the sound of Gregg’s delighted laughter. Things were far away, but it didn’t mean they were bad. It was kind of nice to drift when your friends were holding on tight, and you knew they wouldn’t let you go.  

[daddybug420]

Caregiver tips for your littles who are sad a lot:

· First off remember that you can't take away their sadness, you can however help them cope with it

·Record yourself reading a story or just talking to them so they can listen to your voice when they need comfort

·Encourage them to journal when they're having a hard time expressing what they're struggling with, it can help them find the words they need

·Don't take responsibility for their feelings. It can be hard not to push them to open up to you when you know they're struggling, but it creates an unhealthy dynamic where they can only open up when pushed. Bad for those times when they're hiding how bad they're doing. Instead, gently remind them that you're always there for them and will listen without judgement if they just ask.

·Don't forget to take time for yourself. Caregiving is very rewarding, but can be hardwork at times. Self care helps you avoid caregiver burnout

·If your little has a mental or physical illness, do research so that you can understand how it affects them. Also ask them to describe in their own words their illness. Both points of view are helpful

·Reach out to another caregiver if you don't know what to do. It's important that we support each other, it's okay not to have all the answers.