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That Season Is Upon Us

It’s that time of year again – when the leaves start to fall from the trees and the nights get cooler.  Soon, snow will be here.  And with colder temperatures comes … the footed pajama season.

BabyGirls everywhere will be slipping into their favorite PJs for the warmth.  But each and every one of them will scarcely realize how her new attire adds a bit more cuteness to an already-adorable package.

Her diaper will become completely covered and out of sight for the first time in months.  Out of sight, but not out of sound.  Waddling and crinkling with every little baby step she takes and every bit of crawling she makes, her little diaper butt will puff out the back of her pajamas – letting everyone know that she’s a BabyGirl.

Even when clothed, she still can’t hide the truth. And the real truth is: she honestly doesn’t mind letting it show, even if she can’t control it.  There is something to be said for being helplessly adored.

But sometimes, her diapered bottom will come out – making a guest appearance.  The pajamas with the drop seat in the back not only accidentally pop open on their own, but they make it so much quicker and easier to check her diaper.

And when she needs it, changing her while she is in a pair of pajamas makes her the most adorable little sight on the changing table, or the floor or wherever you lay her down.

It’s so hard for her to resist the feeling just then.

No more trying to find the most secure place on her baby-t to clip that pacifier string. 

Now it goes on her pajama collar with no trouble and she can’t help but feel a bit naked without that clip.

No more cold piddies.  Her feet will always stay toasty all autumn and winter long in the attached footies or perhaps in separate booties.

She’s such a little cutie pie with her creativity, even more so when her creativity yields a practical result.

And then there’s the sleeping pants option for those nights when the house is heated just right, making full and footed PJs too warm for comfort.  Another is the matching top and bottom pajama sets.

Choices!  Oh my, yes!

With either of these options, her diaper is still visible underneath.  But the cutest thing in the world happens.  As she waddles and moves about, the waist of her diaper proudly appears and grows as her sleeping pants slide down a little bit at a time.  She can yank them up as often as she wants, but her diapered bootie will always push them back down.

When thickly diapering her to put her down for a nap or for the night, whether she is in footed pajamas or otherwise, always make sure to take a few pictures to capture the moment for a lifetime.

And make absolute certain that her zipper is up.  Because it may be a long cold set of seasons ahead for us, but with her pajamas, you’ll keep her warm while she returns the favor – melting your heart … like only she can do.

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Happy Autumn!

The Waddling Dead, Season Two – Episodes 29-30

Episodes 29-30

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Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Doctor’s Visit

Continuing

“We gotta go!  There is a military force on the way, a half-dozen choppers with orders to fire on the roof!” the pilot shouted.

“Well, I suggest you call them off!” Rikki shouted back at the pilot.  “Or there will be no blood sample!”

“We can’t save her!” the officer onboard shouted.  “If we could, we would!”

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The Waddling Dead, Season Two – Episodes 26-28

Episodes 26-28

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Chapter Twenty-Six: Lambs to the Slaughter

Monday, 7:15pm

Doctor Glen had been busy since he ran into Rikki and the girls in that stairwell.  And after seeing they weren’t any real threat, he went back to focusing on his primary plan.

Though infected, the zombie doctor knew, as well as Rikki did, the CDC wasn’t going to save him.  Though he understood the CDC was trying to save many more lives than just the few in the hospital by preventing an outbreak, he – along with Rikki and those girls – weren’t going to give up on their own lives.  For him, it was different, however.  With the virus already inside him, he would be killed without hope of help.  Rikki and the girls still had a chance.  But what they saw as evilness within him was really just his own attempt to survive.

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The Waddling Dead, Season Two – Episodes 23-25

Episodes 23-25

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Chapter Twenty-Three:
Whispers in the Pharmacy

Monday, 6:45pm

It had been a little more than an hour that Georgia, Lorna and Iris had held up in the pharmacy.  Nothing had happened in the nearby area in a while and after the zombies wandered away from the gift shoppe, that end of the first floor got really quiet … quiet enough, in fact, for the girls to take naps in shifts.  And though their naps were short, they were beneficial bits of rest – the girls feeling much better afterwards.

“I don’t suppose we could just stay here and hope that the good guys outside will change their minds and come in and rescue us,” Iris whispered jokingly as she leaned back against the counter they were hiding behind.  “That would be too much to ask for.”

“Yeah.  That’s like an unrealistic dream,” Georgia whispered, putting her arm around Iris and leaning the girl’s head on her shoulder – knowing that Iris was moments away from breaking down again.  “The good guys rescuing us is as likely as finding a guy who doesn’t find the necessity to man-splain everything like we’re stupid and can’t figure things out for ourselves, only then to get butt-hurt when we tell him we already understand whatever it is he is fumbling to try to say.”

Iris snorted with laughter, then covering her mouth and nose to prevent from making further noise. 

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The Waddling Dead, Season Two – Episodes 20-22

Episodes 20-22

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Chapter Twenty: The Gravest Expense

Monday, 6:15pm

Britney crashed into the front of Chloe, gripping her up by the hair and pushing her back against the walls.

“Run!” Britney screamed down to Rikki, Angelina and Brook.

But running was the one thing they couldn’t do.  Angelina had landed on her right wrist and wasn’t able to scoop Brook up onto her back.  So Brook got up onto her one good foot and held the center railing as she started hopping down the steps, one at a time.  Rikki helped Angelina to her feet, guiding her down the staircase as Angelina held her wrist – feeling quite a bit of excruciating pain.

Chloe put a knee up between Britney’s legs.  Though padded and wearing a diaper, Britney still felt pain from the contact to her groin.  Chloe grabbed the hair on the top of Britney’s head and leaned in to bite her scalp.  But Britney twisted herself around, facing away from Chloe before bending forward and sending Chloe over top of her.  Chloe tumbled down the first half-flight of stairs, then slammed into the wall – taking a few moments to get to her feet and regain her bearings.

Britney looked down at her, still seeing the sorority sister who had taught her so much in such a short amount of time.  Then she had a flashback to Saturday morning at the campground when Chloe laid her down to change her diaper.

… you are a natural leader.  And I can see that, at some point in your life, you will prove this to yourself,” Britney recalled Chloe saying to her – one of many self-esteem boosting remarks received from Chloe.

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The Waddling Dead, Season Two – Episodes 17-19

Episodes 17-19

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Chapter Seventeen: In a Word …

Monday, 5:30pm

Lights fired up on the camera of a local television station, shining on a new reporter who stood with the hospital in the background.  The descent of the sun into dimmer evening light had begun.

“Good evening,” the news reporter said, holding a microphone up to her mouth.  “This is Kate Gotwals, reporting to you live from outside Harris Regional Hospital, a medical facility that, until earlier today, had been a place where lives were saved and where the preservation of all who came here for treatment was the primary mission.  But that mission changed this morning when several dozen college-aged females were admitted here, being transported to this hospital from a retreat location – a joint effort from several medical and emergency response teams to get them here in a caravan that numbered at least 20 ambulances, eyewitnesses say.  Details are still sketchy, but it is believed that some of the girls may have been infected with a virus feared to be highly contagious.  And a lot has happened here since they arrived.”

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Jaw Dropped and Heart Pounding while Mesmerized by the Vision

There are few times when I am stopped dead in my tracks, these days.  And that’s not to say that what I see no longer has the meaning or effect on me that it once did.

It’s more to say that I’ve seen a lot in the years I’ve been a part of this community of ours – from my own personal and private experiences to more public ones like at munches and conventions.

But every now and then, something comes along that brings me to a screeching halt in whatever I’m doing.  I stop typing on my laptop or stop scrolling through endless amounts of postings and bloggings on sites like Twitter and Tumblr.

When I stumbled across this picture, my jaw dropped … my heart began pounding with the galloping pace of a race horse and I sat back – mesmerized by the vision in front of me.

I’ve written about that scenario depicted in more stories than I can remember, at this point.  In a dramatically less open manner, I have engaged in doing this with … someone … when out-n-about.

It is at the very heart of so many thoughts, so many fantasy that are dreamed of becoming reality.  But there has always been something about this scenario that always kept it realistic only as a fantasy.

Whether it was the struggle between being open-n-happy with one’s self as opposed to being so open that we were thrusting our wishes on others … or if it was a debate about the damage that could be done to the community when someone was so bold as to go so absolutely public with it … or if it was a debate about whether or not the picture was photo-shopped, there has always been something that harbored its greatest pleasure in the fantasy realm only.

And while I understand and agree with the above concerns, I’m happy in knowing that, despite everything, that picture still holds the essence of the Daddy-n-BabyGirl dynamic in my heart.

But wait!  There’s one more thing about this!

When showing this picture to an attendee at a recent L.L.A.M.A. munch, I was informed that there are establishments in the Pacific Northwest that are extremely lifestyle-friendly and that such a sight wouldn’t be shocking in a great many places up there.

I was quite surprised by that, but suddenly had the urge to see the Pacific Ocean for the first time in my life, via Oregon – as it turns out.

Blessings,
Zorro Daddy