Those Good Feelings

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Noel’s Christmas – Sunday, December 5th

“Those Good Feelings”

The snowfall finally stopped in the middle of last night, but not before it dropped several more inches.  Noel breathed a sigh of relief the moment she woke up, knowing that cabin fever would be avoided.

She wasn’t someone who really wanted to take every available moment and go and do something.  It wasn’t even something she needed to do … until the option was no longer there.  And for this reason, she couldn’t wait to get out of the house that morning.  However, it was important to her that her Daddy had a big breakfast.

So she got to work on it, even making up a pot of coffee to add to the smells of cooking sausage and bacon that would drift back the hallway and wake him up before long.  Moving the mound of snow gear that was occupying the kitchen table over on top of the mound of diapered stuffies on the living room rug, she set the table – finishing the last detail right at the moment when he wondered out from the bedroom … still a bit groggy, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

Grabbing another one of her Christmas bibs, she walked over to him and wrapped herself around his body – burying her face in his chest so she could deeply breathe in his Daddy scent.  Her reactions to the sight of him were unique, to say the least – if not just flat out strange at times.  When she woke up, she knew she would need her diaper changed before too long, but now she would definitely need changed … right after breakfast.

And it most certainly seemed curious that first sight of Nick that morning made her wet herself.  But then again, to her, his name wasn’t Nick.  It was Daddy.  And she wasn’t standing there in a nightie and a pair of thong panties.  She was wearing nothing but her diaper.  So … curious was really nothing more than an academic debate, at best.

So perhaps the strangest thing might would have been if first sight of him produced no reaction out of her at all.

He kissed the top of her head and then did what he always did, cupping the underside of her diaper to check for wetness.  But this time, she was still in mid-stream as he checked.  Normally, this might have been a little embarrassing for her.  But she had long since released her nature of modesty.

BabyGirls didn’t need modesty, just someone to remind them that off-the-beaten-path was the only true way to travel.

Breakfast really didn’t take very long to eat, Nick having quite a field day with the offerings as he woofed them down.  Luckily, Noel was put in that Christmas bib as her hands and face were covered with maple syrup by the end.  Ushering her right off to the shower, Nick cleaned up the break of day feast and then looked outside at the winter wonderland that had finally come to rest.

In the shower, Noel just stood there for a few minutes – allowing the stream of hot water to warm every inch of her body.  Some people took a shower at night to relax and wind down.  She took a shower in the morning, specifically to become charged up.

If it was just about getting clean, then a bubble bath was in order.  And there was no wrong time of day for that.

When she got out of the shower, she dried her hair completely.  Wintertime was no time to walk around with wet locks, even if they were tucked up inside a turban towel.

Walking out of the shower and down the hallway to the living room, she was surprised to see that the mound of diapered stuffies on the rug was gone – returned to her nursery.  She was even more surprised to see that breakfast was cleaned up, the kitchen was wiped down and Nick was sitting on the couch – dressed to go outside and waiting for her.

Her shoulders shrinking up with baby feelings, Noel walked over and sat on his knee.  He was completely dressed and she was now completely naked.  It couldn’t have felt more right and she couldn’t have felt more kept than at that moment.

It was one of those joyous feelings that only someone with littleness in the heart could feel and understand.

But she wouldn’t remain naked for long.  Coating her so heavily with powder that she believed herself to be a donut, Nick put her in one of thick diapers she wore to bed.  This was indication to her that they were going to be outside for quite a while.

Dressings her in a pair of jogging pants, he tied the draw string tightly at her waist and then put three pairs of shin-high socks on her feet – tucking the bottom cuff of each jogging pant leg inside the socks.  Jogging pants always felt weird when she wore them.  They were kind of like comfy pants but were looser.  Noel always wore clothing that was tight to her figure.

Next went on a baby-t and then a long sleeve shirt and then one of his sweatshirts.  She already felt like a mushroom and was beginning to wonder why he was putting her in so many layers.

Then he had her step into the pink one-piece snow suit – having to work a little bit to get her inside it, given the amount of clothing now on her.  Zipping the snowsuit up, he put her feet in the pink snow boots, her hands into gloves, a knit cap on her head (making certain to tuck her locks up inside the cap) and wrapping a scarf around her neck three times.

Stepping back, he looked at her.  Trying not to laugh, she knew what he was about to ask.  And she had an answer waiting for him.

“Do you need to go to the bathroom, BabyGirl?” he asked with a grin.

“Not anymore,” Noel answered, with a returning grin and a wink.

Out the front door they went, Nick immediately measuring the accumulation of snow as Noel squinted her eyes.  The sun shining down on the white covering made the snow blinding to look at.  Absolutely everything was completely covered with snow, from house to roads to trees to cars.  And oh … my … Blue … Heaven, it was so cold!

It was no wonder why her Daddy dressed her like an Eskimo!  She was so thickly dressed she couldn’t even hear her diaper crinkling.

Grabbing the snow shovels Nick had pre-positioned at the front door on Friday, the started shoveling out the driveway.  Nick would push the snow, using force to move it and Noel would follow behind him – shoveling off what was left over.  Their driveway didn’t take very long to clear out, Nick shoveling the macadam as she swept off the car.  But it was the sidewalk that seemed to take forever, not just because it covered the entire front length of the property but also because the road plows had buried it deep with a layer of ice that had come up off the road – re-freezing when it landed on the snow-covered sidewalk.

Needless to say, the sidewalk was the tiring part of the task.  But when they finished it, the sense of completion was well worth the effort.

Then Noel looked across the street seeing the house of Mrs. Fettimore – a 90-something lady who was as sweet as could be.  Her driveway and sidewalk hadn’t been touched.  She wasn’t able to do it.  With a charitable nature, fueled more so by the current Yuletide spirit about her, Noel thought about how good it felt to help others … especially when the help provided would be a surprise to the recipient.

“Come on, Daddy,” she said, taking Nick by the hand and leading him across the street.  “It’s time for some good feelings.”

And they shoveled out Mrs. Fettimore’s driveway and sidewalk – even cleaning off her car.  Thank goodness for a hearty breakfast as they used up all the energy they had.

When they finished, Nick took her by the hand and led her back over to their house – aiming to get her out of her wet diaper …  ahead of a rash developed.  Before going inside, Noel looked back at all the work they had just done – looking over to Mrs. Fettimore’s property.  That sweet old lady would never know who had shoveled her out.  And this made Noel happy.

Sometimes anonymity was the best catalyst for those good feelings.

Continue on to Monday, December 6th

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