(Start at the beginning)
It was two days to Christmas and Noel was really getting excited. Dinner had just finished but Nick and Noel weren’t winding down on the day just yet.
Throughout the day, Noel doubled her Yuletide efforts, wrapping all the presents she purchased last night and then getting out all the presents she had wrapped already to add more ribbons and bows to them.
And it was during this super-wrapping session that she got an idea of a fun game to play with Nick that night.
“Ready?” Nick asked, Noel nodding. “Go!”
They both looked down at the items listed on the papers in their hands. And away they went, each with a plastic bag for collection – Nick making his way to the bathroom and Noel crinkling her diapered waddle back to the bedroom.
The game was simple. It was like a treasure hunt. Each made a list of common items that could be found around the house and the other had to find those items. Noel’s list for Nick was loaded with a bunch of girly stuff she knew he wouldn’t find. So he had pretty much lost, right from the beginning. But he was still going to try.
They zig-zagged from room to room, moving at such quickness that they had obvious turned it into a race. From kitchen to living room to closets to cabinets to dressers, they searched for the items on their lists – Nick even walking out of the house at one point … this confusing Noel as there was nothing on the list she made for him that he would find outside.
Seven items shouldn’t have taken a tremendous amount of time to find. Nick was struggling with his list, though. And surprisingly, Noel was having a bit of trouble with hers too. They hadn’t made it easy for each other. And when they both threw up white flags of surrender, they went to the living room – taking a seat on the sofa and setting their lists as well as their plastic bags of findings on the coffee table.
“I’ll be honest with you, BabyGirl,” he admitted. “I didn’t even know what some of that stuff was.”
Noel smiled brightly, picking up the list she had made for him.
“Okay,” she said, looking at the list. “Show me … my necklace with the unicorn charm on it.
“I found that,” he said, reaching into the bag and taking the necklace out. “And here is the barrette. You can cross that one off the list, too.”
“Very good,” she said, crossing those two off. “How about ……… concealer?”
“Okay, that’s a make-up thing, right?” he asked, Noel laughing. “Yeah, I probably saw it behind the mirror in the bathroom. But I didn’t know what it was.”
“Okay,” she said with a grin, looking at the list. “Did you find a camisole?”
“Yes,” he stated with confidence, reaching into the bag and taking out the shirt.
“Okay, Daddy. That’s a tank top, not a camisole,” she said bluntly.
“What’s a camisole, then?” he asked with confusion. “Oh, wait! Are those the ones with the spaghetti strap looking things?”
Noel nodded yes.
“Ah, shoot! I almost picked one of those up,” Nick said, regretful he hadn’t followed his first instinct – Noel looking at the list again.
“And did you find a tampon?” she asked, knowing he had no idea where she kept her tampons.
But quite to her surprise, he reached into the bag and showed her the one he found.
“Where did you find that?” she asked in disbelief.
“You keep two of them in the glove box of the car,” he said with a smile, proud of himself.
“Okay,” Noel said, not having thought of that but now knowing why he went outside of the house at one point. “You have found three out of five. How about a hot glue gun?”
“In the kitchen, bottom drawer of the hutch with all your other crafty stuff,” he said, taking the hot glue gun out of the bag and then taking the seventh and final item as well. “And this is your favorite pen, the pink clickie one you use to write in your journal.”
“Five out of seven,” Noel said, now a little worried that he might win.
Nick picked up the list he made for her and looked at it.
“Alrighty, did you find cuff links?” he asked, Noel reaching into her bag and taking the cuff links out.
“Of course I found them, Daddy,” she said with a grin. “I’m the one who puts them in the cuffs of your shirt sleeves when you dress up.”
“Yes you do. Good girl,” he said, looking at the list. “Did you find a gray hanger?”
“Yes I did,” she said, reaching into the bag and taking out the lone gray hanger they had in the house as well as a flashlight. “And you can cross off a flashlight as well.”
“Hmm. You are three for three,” he said, looking at the list again. “But did you find ten pacifiers?”
“Okay, here’s the thing about that, Daddy,” she said, going into excuse mode but doing so jokingly and really playing it up. “I only found nine, but I bet there’s one in your shirt pocket right now. Am I right?”
Nick looked down at his shirt pocket, seeing the pacifier and immediately crossing the ten pacifiers off the list.
“Well done,” he said, Noel happily clapping her hands rapidly and bouncing up-n-down on the couch. “Leather belt?”
“Huh?” she asked sheepishly. “What did I do wrong?”
“No,” he said with laughter. “Did you find a leather belt?”
“Oh!” she said, quite relieved that a spanking wasn’t in her near future – reaching into the bag and taking out the leather belt. “Yes. Here it is.”
“Five for five,” he said with a playful pouty lower lip. “And the last two … did you find …. diaper disposal bags as well your diaper bag?”
“I didn’t find either, actually,” she admitted. “I thought about it and looked all over the place. But I have no idea where you keep my diaper bag. And I looked on the shelves under the changing table in the nursery. But the disposal bags box was empty, and I didn’t know where you kept the extra boxes …………….. so it looks like we tied … five out of seven.”
Then she got a devilish thought and sat on his lap, running her fingers through his hair and whispering in her ear.
“It was good that I couldn’t find my diaper bag, huh?” she said with a breathy, hot whisper. “Imagine if you wound up losing to a girl … in a diaper.”
“Well, we couldn’t allow that to happen,” he said, feeling the underside of her diaper. “And speaking of girls in diapers, I think someone needs a change.”
He stood up and carried her in his arms, heading back to the nursery when she stopped him.
“You might wanna find a disposal bag first,” she suggested, then pointing over to the far side of the couch. “Why don’t you look in my diaper bag?”
Nick looked over to the far side of the couch and there was her diaper bag. Plunking her pacifier in her mouth, she buried her face on the side of his neck – not wanting him to see that she was smiling behind her pacifier and not wanting him to know that she had made certain they tied.
It would make for more fun, when next they went hunting.
Continue on to Friday, December 24th