What’s Next?

When starting in writing a new book, I am always faced with answering a difficult question right away:

What do I write next?

I always have a list of options to choose from with partially-started outlines.

So, this time around, I’m going to do something I’ve never done before.  I’m going to ask all of you. 
What would you like me to write next?

Here are the choices:

The Mia Series – This is one of those series that reached what I believed would be its conclusion.  But, having written the Zeke and Lily series onward, I contemplated taking The Mia Series onward too.  I refer to these series (The Mia Series, The Zeke and Lily Series, The Country Rose Series) as sagas.  In short explanation: a saga encompasses the entirety of the lives of a couple.  It shows the difference between having a dynamic and having a dynamic relationship.  It shows the triumphs and failures of life, navigating what may come and retaining the love shared.

The Waddling Dead – This is my diapered spoof of the zombie TV show.  There are currently three books in this series, each depicting one season and written with each chapter representing an episode.  This one is waiting for me to find its next location, a location that isn’t similar to the first three.  These are feature-length books but the chapters are quick reads – each chapter being easy to plow through in 15 minutes.

A new P-n-I story (Pure and Innocent) – I was once given grief for calling these stories pure and innocent as I was told by people that when they read them, they got feelings from them that were anything but pure and innocent.  To clarify, it isn’t about what these stories have … but rather … what they don’t have.  In these stories, you will not find sex, sexual situations, cock sucking, fingering, cunnilingus or anything else of that nature.  You will also not find spanking, discipline, correction or anything of that kind.  It’s a simple, fluffy brained tale.  It’s been a while since I wrote one of these pure-n-innocent stories and perhaps it’s time for another.

Another Mommy/BabyBoy or Mommy/BabyGirl story – These are immensely popular.  And they’ve given me the opportunity to bring things into a story that I haven’t before.  The obvious additive would be breastfeeding, but they are other things as well these stories contain that a Daddy/BabyGirl story will not.  I never believed that anyone would read something I wrote that was other than Daddy/BabyGirl in theme.  But I am humbled and flattered that some folks have taken to these stories.  And perhaps it’s time to write another one.

That elusive first Daddy/BabyBoy story – I’ve been working on this one for a while.  The hold-up isn’t the Daddy and BabyBoy content.  I have many friends who I can access and ask for ideas that would apply well.  That which has kept this book from being written is the storyline.  Inserting ABDL and ageplay and diapers and all that into a story is the easy part.  It’s finding compelling starting points for the characters, developing a conflict that keeps you engaged until the end and coming up with some twist I haven’t put into any storyline in the past.

Holidays – A story about how a Daddy and BabyGirl celebrated every holiday – including (but not limited to): New Year’s Day, Valentine’s Day, St. Patrick’s Day, Easter, Memorial Day, Independence Day, Labor Day, Halloween, Thanksgiving Day, Black Friday, Christmas Day, perhaps Cinco de Mayo and Mardi Gras.

So which would you choose?

Please let me know. 

You can reply here or you can reply to me by email (which is the way most people communicate with me): zorroabdaddy@yahoo.com

Lily

Her name is Lilian Paddington.  And she is a dreamcatcher. 

Lily was always dreaming.  She had a dream every night and often would have daydreaming spells, too.  She could see what she wanted so very clearly in her mind.  But she was always apprehensive about pursuing her dreams.  And there were many reasons why.

The kneejerk reaction to anything that seemed too good to be true was to expect the inevitable, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Lily’s attempts at happiness weren’t founded on having learned anything from her past.  But her past was what she wanted to forget.  To her, that made perfect sense.  That’s why her past was her past.

However, the past was always a good teacher.  Unfortunately, the past was also the one thing that repeatedly crushed hopes and dreams.  But there were some hopes and dreams that Lily refused to stop believing in, regardless of where she came from and what hadn’t worked out in her life – up to that point.

Lily wanted the fairy tale, with all the pomp and circumstance and in all its due glory.  She wanted her prince to magically appear and sweep her off her feet, happily ever after awaiting them both.  Despite her never-ending belief, in her late-20s, that prince hadn’t shown himself yet.

All of that was about to change.

But Lily had a few things to get figured out before her prince appeared.  The trouble was: she had no idea it was about to happen.

This is the prequel story of Lily.  It takes place a few months prior to the start of Zeke and Lily (Book One): Once Upon A Beginning and the last page connects right to the first page of that book.

And it details how Lily got herself ready for the rest of her life without knowing what the rest of life was going to be like.  After all, being prepared would make clear the difference between a destination and a final destination.

Her name was Lilian Paddington, a dreamcatcher and a BabyGirl to be. 

And this is her prequel …

Samples:
Breaking Free From What Holds You Back
The Birth of the Dream Elf Connection

Kindle – Nook (on the way) – Smashwords – PDF Ebook – Kobo – Google Play

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The Zeke and Lily Literary Universe

 

  Lily     Book 1   Book 2  Book 3 Book 4  Book 5  Book 6   Book 7 Book 8 Book 9 
Book 10 Book 11

Also attached to this series is:

Aria and the CountrySide

Taking place simultaneously with the end of book 6.

The Story of Lucy

Taking place years later.

Climax

Zeke’s cousin finds his Daddy side.

Full Force II: Dream Land

Dakota’s tale of forced regression continues when she schedules a regressive therapy session with a lady who turns out to be Lily’s Aunt.

The Creole Crawl

Zeke and Lily appear in a karaoke night at the famous New Orleans bar.

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If you like the Zeke and Lily Literary Universe, I would also recommend:

……… The Mia Series ……….. and  …….. The Country Rose Series

   

The Birth of the Dream Elf Connection

Taken from the ABDL ebook: Lily
(a prequel story to the Zeke and Lily Saga),

Kindle – Nook (on the way) – Smashwords – PDF Ebook – Kobo – Google Play

here is a little story about an imaginary friend who was anything but imaginary.

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The Birth of the Dream Elf Connection

(Start with Breaking From From What Holds You Back)

Moments later …

“An’ dat was jest dis mornin’, a daydream she had,” said a little elf, sitting along the edge of a lake in the middle of a clearing in a wooded area – the landscape giving it a countryside feel.

In the surface of the lake water, Lily could be seen – still laying in her bed in her apartment, still looking out the window and now thinking back on the daydream that had just finished.  This was what she did every morning, lately.  And the daydream of this morning was one of a heart-pounding trip to a mall that had transformed itself into a wonderful benefit of freedom.

Lily was a BabyGirl, indeed.  But she had no Daddy.  Not anywhere except when in her fantasies.  So it made sense that she was reluctant to do anything but fantasize.

That was what kept Lily laying there and not getting ready for work yet, despite the fact that she would be late to work if she didn’t get up soon and get ready.  But it was a Monday morning.  So the desire to go to work was at its weekly low.

That little elf of the woods watched Lily’s actions in the surface of the lake water.  Sitting next to him was another woods elf, a bit older and a female.  For him, the visions remained in the water.  For her, the visions disappeared from the water’s surface.

“What happened?” the female elf asked.  “Where did she go?”

“She’s still der,” the male elf said, mesmerized by Lily.  “But ye can’t see her anymore because she’s not dreamin’ anymore.”

“If I am understanding you correctly, you are telling me that this girl, this human named Lily, has a special connection with you and you alone,” the female elf said, looking for clarification.

“Dat’s correct,” he said with a cheeky grin.

Breaking Free From What Holds You Back – (Both Parts)

Taken from the ABDL ebook: Lily
(a prequel story to the Zeke and Lily Saga),

Kindle – Nook (on the way) – Smashwords – PDF Ebook – Kobo – Google Play

here is a little story about … well … the title says it all.

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Breaking Free From What Holds You Back – Part 1 of 2

Lily shifted in the passenger’s seat, overloaded with so many emotions and so many sensations she was incapable of sitting still.  And with every little fidgety movement she made, she could hear the tell-tale sounds of her diaper, crinkly underneath her short skirt.  It was a very short skirt, pleated in schoolgirl fashion and checkered in schoolgirl design.  She wondered if people would see her diaper peeking out underneath the lower edges.  And she wondered if people would hear the crinkling of her diaper with each stride.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, taking her to the mall was the man she called her Daddy.  He was exactly who she had dreamed about all her life, exactly who she saw herself winding up with and exactly who she needed.  Every BabyGirl had that dream Daddy in her mind, that one lone soul who rose above all the others in a sea of daddies.  Lily was no different and he was the one, the one she had searched for every night in her dreams.

Looking over at him, she smiled brightly behind her pacifier.  Oh, he was a dreamboat.  And what his mere presence did to her would take every line of every page of a diary to fully write out.  She was his BabyGirl, his pride and joy, his little diapered princess who adored everything about him and loved him more than life itself.

Currently, her nervousness and her excitement filled her with such loving affection she wondered if people would know he was her be-all end-all soulmate.

Pulling into the mall parking lot, her Daddy looked for a good spot to park.  The mall didn’t seem overly packed.  But there were several parking lots around the building and there would be no way to know the true number of shoppers inside until they went in.

This was what she wanted … all of this.  The experience.  The reality.  The feelings and emotions and uncertainties and that ever-wonderful sense of security from him being there.  Lily wanted to feel like a baby all the time.  And she wanted to be kept as one. 

Some girls wanted to be dressed to the nines and to make a splash upon entrance, so everyone would take notice to them.  But Lily?  She just wanted to be kept in a diaper and babied, making no big entrance at all.  The only person she wanted to give her attention was her Daddy.  This didn’t mean, however, that her Daddy hadn’t dolled her up for this trip to the mall.

Going with that pleated, checkered skirt was a white baby-t that clung to Lily frame.  The weather was nice and sunny that day, making it comfortable to wear thin layers and also to wear sandals.  Lily had painted her fingernails and toenails with a soft pink.  But her outfit and appearance really didn’t matter to her this time … the same way that shopping really didn’t matter to her this time – even though they were at the mall.

Lily was a shopaholic and went to this mall several times a week.  Yes, she shopped online too.  But the trip to the mall would never be old-fashioned to her.  This trip, though, was just about being there with him.  She would, of course, keep her eye out for bargains.  But that would only happen if she remained mentally capable of being able to do so.  And as her Daddy found a spot for them to park, Lily didn’t believe she would be able to do much of anything, except stay right by his side and dwell inside her own BabyGirl thoughts.

How right she was.  She just didn’t know how right … yet.

It’s time for another Zeke and Lily book

Years ago, I wrote a his-n-her story – detailing A Daddy’s thoughts and his BabyGirl’s thoughts about the exact same series of events.  It was one of the earlier books in my collection, entitled: Johnny and the Princess

It just seemed like a neat idea, to read what each person was thinking.  So I wrote it but never tried the idea again … until now.

Presently, I’ve begun outlining a prequel story to the Zeke and Lily Saga that will supply a little more information about the couple in the gap of time just prior to when they first met in book one: Once Upon A Beginning.

I’m aiming to have the book completed by this fall. 

In the mean time …

Here are all the Zeke and Lily sample stories:

In Chronological Order:

Zeke and Lily: Once Upon a Beginning

Samples:

Butterflies and “BabyGirls” of the World

How Lily First Took His Breath Away

 

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Zeke and Lily: Overnight

Samples:

“Skinny Dipping”

“When Mr. Woody Met Lily“

“Oh, That Voice”

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Zeke and Lily: Making a Memory

Samples:

“The Turbulence & the Saving Grace“

“When Mr. Woody took Lily to the Stars”

“Before Breakfast in the Bahamas“

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Zeke and Lily: Her Diary

Read the Sample: Entry One

Listen to the Sample: Entry One

Read: The Kind of Girl You Bring Home to Meet Your Mother

 

Zeke and Lily: Ever After

Sample: 

“What She Found on the Front Seat”

“When Mr. Woody helped Lily turn a Windmill”

 

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Zeke and Lily: Dream Catching

Samples:
Pink Monopoly and the Princess Fortress
Story  Audio
Dirty Laundry and Cartoon Napping
Story  Audio

Saturday, April 16th
“When Mr. Woody showed Lily the Answers Inside“

Aria and the Countryside

“The CountrySide” is an alternate world which humans can only visit in their dreams.

Mr. Woody, the dream elf who appears in Lily’s dreams, teaches a class of young dream elflings, preparing them for the day they make their human connections and begin to appear in humans’ dreams.

A dream elf’s job is to connect with a human through dreams and guide that human through the most difficult times in their life.

Aria is a dream elf who has not discovered her human connection yet.  There is a lot of mystery surrounding her since she was born with braided red hair.  This is believed to mean she is special in some way from all the others.  But no one knows the meaning, not even her.

Along her journey, she learns who she is and falls in love with a dream elf named Neph.  From nights in the forest to dances with unicorns to diving for magic pearls in the great lake, she falls head-over-heels for Neph, learning so much about herself along the way.

When she finally discovers her human connection, she is immediately sent into his dreams to prevent a catastrophe from unfolding.

Join Mr. Woody, Aria, Neph, a whole community of dream elves and even the appearances of Zeke and Lily (through dream sequences) as this fairy tale shows that the key to knowing yourself is to believe in who you are already.

There’s more to this story than meets the eye as it possesses a bit of information necessary to understanding the conclusion to Zeke and Lily: Dream Catching.

Sample:
The Feeling She Had Inside.

Zeke and Lily: Resolutions (Part One)

Sample:

“Pillow Talk”

“When Mr. Woody helped Lily become Surrounded with Love”

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Zeke and Lily: Resolutions (Part Two)

Samples:

“The Point of No Return”

“Written in the Stars”

“When Mr. Woody helped Lily follow the light”

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Zeke and Lily:  By Summer’s End

Samples:

Being Zeke & Lily

Lily’s To-Do List

When Mr. Woody Helped Lily Put it All Together

Lily of the Forest

 

Zeke and Lily: For A LifeTime

Samples:

“Confessions In the Moonlight“

“Making New Friends and Getting Poopy“

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Zeke and Lily: Ten Years Later

Samples:
“The Things That Change.  The Things That Don’t.“
“The Princess of Infantilum 2“

 

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The Zeke and Lily Saga

 Book 1  Book 2  Book 3 Book 4   Book 5   Book 6  Book 7  Book 8  Book 9 Book 10 Book 11

Also attached to this series is: Aria and the CountrySide

Taking place simultaneously with the end of book 6.

And: The Story of Lucy

Taking place years later.

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If you like Zeke and Lily’s saga, I would also recommend:

The Mia Series and The Country Rose Series

Imagining A Memory

Her heart was as pure as new-fallen snow.  It was as frail as glass and as helpless as it could be.

She wanted, so passionately, to feel her first little heartbeat, but no matter what she tried, she couldn’t quite feel the littleness.  Instead, she knew she was acting the part.

After wiping away her tears with a gentle thumb, her Daddy eased her down on her bed and sat next to her.  She meant more to him than he could put to words, but the night she told him she couldn’t feel love at all was the night he decided that before she drifted off to sleep, he would find the words he didn’t know.

“Princess,” he whispered, tracing her eyebrows with his thumb.  “To feel any emotion, you need to imagine and then remember.”

She wrinkled her brow, nursing on her pacifier with another round of tears approaching.

“Imagine that point in your life when all that mattered was happiness, when all you cared about was having fun, when every girl you knew was a playmate, when everyone wanted to hold you, to hug you, to tell you they loved you and to show you how they cared,” her Daddy whispered.  “Long before it mattered to you what you looked like, before those playmates became competition for the boys’ attention and before everyone who loved you wanted something from you.”

The BabyGirl’s eye glazed over as she recalled that point in her life and though her eyelids grew heavy, she still heard his voice as it ushered her into her dreams.

“BabyGirl, you once knew how to feel love and you still do – because love is what a little heart is made of.  It is what you make it and it is how you let it show for all the world to see and to feel, just as you once did and just as you will again,” her Daddy whispered as he placed her stuffed animals around her before leaning in and gently kissing her forehead.  “Imagine what you once knew and you’ll remember it.  It will lead you to a place where love is all you can feel.  And Daddy will get you there – no matter what it takes.”

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25 “Precious Pacifiers”
The Pictures Stories

Back to the Beginning

I remember when I first started this website.  It was in the summer of 2011.  Almost instantaneously, I started loading it up with the things that I loved, ABDL stories and captions for ABDL pictures.  The ebooks would shortly follow.  And I found myself with a wonderful time-consuming new hobby that I thoroughly enjoyed, one that was also very therapeutic for me … at the time.

I published on Amazon, Barnes&Noble, Smashwords, Google Books, Kobo and Lulu.  I put books up on the Amazon Kindle Unlimited platform.

As time passed and as I wrote more-n-more stories, I began to expand what I put on this site – seeing the mission of creating ABDL content of all kinds as being paramount in importance.  The more content that was available online, the more likely it was for someone to find what they were looking for when they did an ABDL-themed search.

Then came the conventions and the munches and the other various gatherings.  Wanting these events to grow, I began to advertise for them – writing blog posting after blog posting and tweeting about them like a mad man.  They kept multiplying like rabbits.  So I created a page on this website to organize them all: ABDL Events, Conventions and More – All Year Round

I began to advertise other people’s ABDL content, the clipsforsale crew and so many others.  I would advertise other people’s ABDL-themed websites, doing everything I could think to do to get the content out there and let it be known that it existed.

I even threw my hat in the ring and became a part of two podcasts: The Crinkle Cast and my own: The 1-on-1 Podcast.

And I found myself cranking out so much material that I started making more than one post per day there for a while.

I became heavily involved in the planning and implementation of two conventions as well as an avid promoter and attendee of a local munch.  And to be honest, I was happy to see that the community was firing on all pistons.  It had been the goal for so long.

When Covid hit, the internet grew tremendously busy for a while.  But that eventually died out.  If all you do is spend time online, there is an inevitable breaking point when you long for something else.

Doing any one thing all the time will, sooner or later, lead to a level of boredom with it.

It was some time last year (2021), that I hit that point when all the promotions and advertisements and events and media creation finally dulled within my interests.  Two days after this past New Year (2022), I looked back over this website, with its more than 1000 posts about stories and pictures and conventions and munches and other websites and advertisements and promotions and everything … and one single thought entered my mind …

What happened to just writing stories, Nate?

Don’t get me wrong.  I have tremendous pride in my small part in helping this community grow and grow exponentially in these past ten+ years.  And I’m happy to see so many other people promoting gatherings and creating content of pictures and stories and more.

But 2022 will be a year that I go back to the beginning, back to simply writing stories.  And this website will be a reflection of that.

I don’t know if I’ll get to all of this in 2022, but my heart tells me it’s time for a new …

Boy Toy book.  There are currently 7 books (5 Boy Toys and 2 Babysitter Crush books) about the tales of Mommies and BabyBoys.  It’s time for an 8^th one.

Girl Power book.  There are currently 5 Girl Power books about the tales of Mommie and BabyGirls.  It’s time for a 6^th one.

Saga book.  From Zeke & Lily to The Mia Series to Country Rose to The Forced Regression Dakota Series to The ABDL Apartment Series as well as a plethora of once-and-done books, there will be a new Daddy-n-BabyGirl tale, even if it’s the next book in a series that already exists.

Waddling Dead: Season Four.  I keep getting asked about the next season of The Waddling Dead.  And it will happen, posted here on this website as well as in a group on FetLife.

2022 will be about stories.  I wish all the conventions and events and content creators the best of luck.  I will still support you fully.  But it’s time for this Daddy to get back to the beginning.

Happy 2022, ABDLers of the world!

There will be more to come … always.
Zorro Daddy

Waking Up

(Start at the beginning)

Noel’s Christmas –
Saturday, December 25th

“Waking Up”

The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, gently awakening Noel and putting a smile on her face before she ever opened her eyes.  Turning over onto her back, she saw he wasn’t laying in the bed with her.  Of course he wasn’t there.  He was out in the kitchen making coffee.

Stretching her limbs, she then sat up – grunting at the horrific case of bedhead she had.  This always happened when she didn’t dry her hair completely before going to bed, as was the case last night.  Even if her hair was just damp, the rat’s nest hairdo was what she would wake up with.

Putting her legs over the side of the bed, she stood up and waddled over to the floor-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom to see just how bad her bedhead was.

Maybe just getting in the shower now and washing her hair again was in order.  It would be the quickest and simplest solution.  But while looking at her reflection in the mirror, she learned how wet her diaper was, the sag tugging at her hip tapes.  

This didn’t surprise her.  Sometimes, Nick’s middle-of-the-night diaper change of her caused her bladder to release again.  And waking up in a drenched diaper wasn’t an oddity for her at all.

She was wearing nothing but that wet diaper and a long t-shirt – a red one with Rudolph on the front.  Then she realized she didn’t have her pacifier.  Now that actually was an oddity for her!  She always slept with a pacifier in her mouth.  Waddling back over to the bed, she crawled back onto the mattress and lifted the pillows – finding her pacifier and plunking it back into her mouth before easing back down on the bed.

Ahh.  It felt so good to be in that bed.  She loved her crib, but the bed was incredibly comfortable.  Even though she really needed her diaper changed badly, maybe she could sleep just a little bit longer first.  After all, they didn’t have anything planned for the day.

She closed her eyes and then opened them right back up.  Sitting up, she looked around the bedroom, wrinkling her forehead as she nursed on her pacifier. 

Something seemed really familiar … like she had done this before.  This felt really, really familiar … like déjà vu familiar.

Then it hit her like a ton of bricks.

They most certainly did have plans for this day!  It was Christmas morning!

Yuletide Archaeology

(Start at the beginning)

Noel’s Christmas – Friday, December 24th

“Yuletide Archaeology”

Christmas Eve … at long last.

And what a perfect Christmas Eve it had been.  Nick had the day off.  So they went to the Christmas Eve parade that morning in town, had lunch at a local restaurant and strolled around the downtown area for a few hours that afternoon – just enjoying the sights and sounds of the season.

They ventured home, Noel being put down for a nap that lasted a good two hours.  She was tired, for sure – the excitement of Christmas having drained her.  Dinner was a most wonderful pot roast, followed by chocolate chip cheesecake.  They took one more car trip to see the Christmas lights in the area and then ventured home for the night. 

Presently, Noel was in the kitchen.  Having been bathed and diapered and dressed for bed, she was making up a plate of cookies and a glass of milk for Santa.  And her bedtime clothing for Christmas Eve was a long t-shirt, red in color and with Rudolph on the front.  She had several shirts with the famous reindeer on them.  But the house was very warm that night.  So she opted out of wearing the red flannel shirt.

“You ready, BabyGirl?” Nick called from the living room, Noel picking up the plate and glass – then crinkling her waddle into the living room.

Every overhead light and lamp in the house had been dimmed.  And every single nightlight had been turned on, even the ones in the hallway and bathroom outlets and everywhere.  The electric candles in the windows were on and the Christmas tree glowed brightly.  Setting the plate and glass on the end of the coffee table, along with the crayon-scribed note that read: For you, Santa, Noel sat on her Daddy’s knee.  See him reaching into his shirt pocket, she opened her mouth to receive her pacifier.  But he didn’t take a pacifier out of that pocket.  Instead, he took out a little slip of paper.

“Princess, there is one gift I would like you to open tonight,” he said, handing her the slip of paper.  “But you’re going to need to find it.”

Huh?  What did he mean by that?

The little slip of paper had a clue written on it.  And Nick explained what it meant.

Hunting

(Start at the beginning)

Noel’s Christmas –
Thursday, December 23rd 

“Hunting” 

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.

Just Be Your Elf

(Start at the beginning)

Noel’s Christmas –
Wednesday, December 22nd

“Just Be Your Elf”

This was probably not the best of ideas to have waited so long to go shopping for those last-minute purchases, but Noel had no choice.  Christmas was two days and three sleeps away.  And she still had three relatives to shop for.  All three of them were female.  So they couldn’t be quick and thoughtless gifts.  She was going to have to put in the effort to search.  But luckily, she had planned ahead – having made out a list of possible gifts for all three of them.

She truly hoped that Nick was up for this.  Thankfully, he would be right there with her to carry the bags.  But he wasn’t much for stamina when it came to shopping.

Walking into the local mall, the sound of her heels brought her instant attention from a few guys who were sitting on a bench as she and Nick walked by them.  The sound of her walking heels, along with the Christmas music playing in the mall, drowned out the crinkling of her diaper – an added bonus she hadn’t thought of.  Now she wouldn’t need to worry about whether or not people could hear the crinkling she was making.  Besides there were plenty of other things about her that could draw attention more easily.

Attention was not the enemy.

As a matter of fact, her entire outfit was getting her noticed – something Nick hoped would keep her heart pounding the whole time they shopped.

Back at the beginning of the month, on the day Nick bought her that pink snow suit and the Santa baby dress, he also bought her a green elf girl dress.  And because she had a pair green calf-high boots at home, the outfit was complete.  She simply added a bit of white cotton to the boots to make them match the elf girl dress. 

And though she didn’t worry about the crinkling because of the noise in the mall, she did worry about her diaper becoming visible as the elf dress was really short.

Chocolate Aphrodisiac

(Start at the beginning)

Noel’s Christmas – Tuesday, December 21st

“Chocolate Aphrodisiac”

Noel stood in the kitchen, pinching at the very center of the back of her diaper as she tried to get the wedgie out.  She didn’t want to make her hands dirty.  Her Daddy had given her a bath and even washed her hair.  She was dressed for bed, feeling super-duper clean and wanting to stay that way.  And besides, what she was presently doing required cleanliness.  She was making two mugs of hot cocoa.

But it wasn’t just any old hot cocoa.  It was a special mixture she had wanted to try since she found the recipe online a few days ago.  It was called: Spiked Hazelnut Cocoa.  And if it tasted as good as the ingredients made it sound, well … this was going to be one wonderful night!

Frangelico, chocolate liquer, milk, Nutella and a cinnamon stick – topped with toasted marshmallows, straws being used to drink it.  Placing both mugs on a Christmas tray she was given when she was very young, she picked up the tray.

“Here I come, Daddy,” she said with a small voice, turning and crinkling her waddle over to the entryway to the living room.

And there he was, sitting on the living room rug, waiting for her … her beloved Daddy, Nick.

Her heart began to pound in her chest when she saw him, that rush of affection filling her senses and making her smile sweetly.  This was a special night.  Dressed in a red Santa hat, a red button-down long flannel night shirt with Rudolph on it, red knee-high socks with Rudolph on them and her diaper of course, she crinkled into the living room – then stopping dead in her track.  Holding the tray of hot cocoa carefully as to not drop it, the beautiful holiday sight in front of her made her well with tears.

Pirouette

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Noel’s Christmas – Monday, December 20th 

“Pirouette” 

What perfect timing!  What absolutely perfect timing!  Nick and Noel had arrived at the Horseshoe Park skating rink right before dusk began to set in.  This would give them a chance to skate in daylight as well as when they turned the night lighting on.

The skating rink did indeed fit its name well, the rink being in the shape of a horseshoe.  At the open end were refreshment stands as well as lockers and benches so people could sit and put on their skates or just sit and watch others skating.  The rink was moderately packed, the town being in the background and giving the setting a nice mixture of rural and urban.  Classic Christmas music were playing.  The feel of the holidays was in the air.  Everything was just perfect.

Now, if she could just get their skates on before all the retreating daylight was gone!

Express

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Noel’s Christmas – Sunday, December 19th

“Express”

Nick and Noel stood in line alongside the train, waiting to board.  Noel was bouncing up-n-down slightly, partially from her excitement but primarily because it was bitter cold outside. 

At noon, it suddenly became very windy outside, the weather channel having predicted this as the local climate event of the day.  It was said that these winds were traveling down from the Arctic Circle.  And this gave Nick an idea when he heard it.  Telling Noel that the winds of the day were also bringing Santa Claus down for a visit, he called the local train station and bought two tickets for the Polar Express ride that evening.

And now at 7pm, they were ready to board that Polar Express train ride … if they didn’t freeze first!

The Ceiling

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Noel’s Christmas – Saturday, December 18th

“The Ceiling”

Noel sat on the center sofa in the social area of a most lively Christmas party Nick’s company was throwing.  It was the annual Yuletide gathering that always got out of hand, by the end.  But the business of advertising was extremely stressful and this was the one time of the year when everyone could just cut loose.  And that was why Nick’s boss, a fairly no-nonsense lady named Charlene, threw this party every year.  It was her lone charitable act of kindness to her employees, aside from paying them very well.

Noel never had a problem with mingling amongst people she didn’t know.  She was a natural social butterfly.  But she was also a natural at pacing herself.  She recognized when it was a good idea to be the center of attention as opposed to when it was a good idea to simple be one of many.

So, taking a break, she sat on the sofa and sipped from her glass of fruit punch.  At least, she thought it was fruit punch.  It tasted like fruit punch but it was kind of obvious that there were other liquids mixed in with it.  And this was one thing Noel wasn’t very good at … holding her liquor.  It really didn’t take much to give her a buzz and once she was drunken, it was all over for her until she slept it off.

But the fruit punch tasted so good, she just kept helping herself to more and more of it.  And she knew they wouldn’t be leaving for a while.  She didn’t want to pull Nick away from this happy occasion.  He had been so stressed this month she was going to let this night go on as long as possible.  Her Daddy deserved it.  And besides, she was diapered.  So there would be no urgency that would rush her out of there.

She smiled sweetly, watching her beloved Daddy being pulled from one conversation to another.  She was so happy for him.  When they arrived, people came right up to him – Noel remaining wrapped around his right arm as the pretty eye candy accompanying him.  She had dolled herself up with a conservative look, but not one that was too stuffy.  In fact, the dark red dress she wore wasn’t form fitting at all.  It was a mixture of a mini dress and a tiered dress with long sleeves.  So she was, by no meanings, being choked out by her outfit nor was she worried that eating too much would give her belly that food baby look.

In addition to that, the flowy nature of the dress gave plenty of room for her to diapered while not worrying about looking like she was diapered. 

Downward

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Noel’s Christmas – Friday, December 17th

“Downward”

“Now are you absolutely sure you want to do this?” Nick asked, making Noel face him.

“Yes,” she answered, right away.

“And you do realize the dangers involved?” he asked, Noel rolling her eyes at him.

“Yes, Daddy,” she answered with sass, having been down this road with him before.

“And you’re willing to accept what may happen?” he asked, his face holding a serious look of concern.

“Daddy, haven’t we done this once already?” she asked, trying not to laugh.  “Now can we please do this?”

Nick nodded, confident she understood the risks as he turned off the car and they got out.  He went straight back to the trunk and got out the two sleds they just bought that morning.  They were called: Slippery Racer Downhill Sprinters.  And they looked menacing. 

Noel was dressed in that baby pink one-piece snowsuit, a knit cap, mitts, a scarf and her pink snow boots.  She was ready for a blizzard and looked like a little pink marshmallow.  Plunking her pink pacifier in her mouth, she wrapped the scarf around her head, covering the lower half of her face so she could keep nursing on it.

Visions of Sugar Plums

(Start at the beginning)

Noel’s Christmas – Thursday, December 16th

“Visions of Sugar Plums”

Noel awoke in his bed, the smell of coffee having stirred her to.  Turning over, she saw he wasn’t laying in the bed anymore.  She wasn’t expecting him to be there.  Someone had to be making the coffee, obviously.  Sitting up, she took a moment to collect her senses, scratching the back of her neck and rolling her eyes at the horrible case of bedhead that her hair was experiencing.  Getting up and waddling over to the floor-length mirror in the corner, she saw just how bad the bedhead was.

Ugh!  This always happened when she didn’t fully dry her hair before going to bed, as was the case last night.

And, while waddling over to the mirror, she learned just how wet her diaper was.

This one didn’t surprise her.  When Nick came to collect her from her crib to take her to bed with him, his middle of the night diaper change of her would sometimes cause her bladder to release again.  But she would always hold it until the diaper change was complete.  While she didn’t mind the idea of having a little fun and peeing on her Daddy, it hardly seemed like it would have been seen as fun by him – not when he was ready to go to bed.

She was wearing nothing but that wet diaper and a long t-shirt – a red one with Rudolph on the front.  Then her forehead wrinkled as she realized she didn’t have her pacifier.  Now that was strange.  She always slept with a pacifier.  Waddling back over to the bed, she crawled on top of the cover and fished her arms under the pillows – finding the pacifier, plunking it back into her mouth and then easing back down on the bed.

Hmm.  Maybe she would sleep just a little bit longer.  After all, they didn’t have anything planned for the day.

She closed her eyes and then opened them again, just as quickly.  Turning over and sitting up, she tilted her head to the side – nursing on her pacifier as she looked around the room.  Then it struck her.

They most certainly did have plans for this day!  It was Christmas morning!

With sudden excitement, she got out of bed and tried to run out of the bedroom.  But she was so excited, she forgot to put her feet firmly on the ground before starting to sprint.  And she went face down on the bedroom rug.  Standing up, she smirked behind her pacifier, thinking to herself: “Okay, Noel.  Get a grip and don’t get so excited that you fall all over the place and run into walls.”

The Landscape

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Noel’s Christmas –
Wednesday, December 15th

“The Landscape”

There were points in time when Noel’s fascination with Christmas lights would make you believe that they were the reason for the season to her.  On a whim, she would ask her Daddy to take her to see the lights.  And away they would go, Nick looking for a lights display they hadn’t been to yet that year.

Such was the case on this night.  It had been a work-from-home day for him, the current projects being much more manageable – especially since the company hired on a few more people.  They had dinner and once the sun had set, Noel popped that familiar request. 

“Daddy, take me to see the lights,” she asked, always with a soft voice that made it impossible to say no.

Picking up her diaper bag and taking her by the hand, out the door they went.

T’was the Night

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Noel’s Christmas – Tuesday, December 14th

“T’was the Night”

Noel lay in her crib, nursing from her baby bottle, 9pm having just passed – meaning: she had stayed up later than normal.  She had been bathed, diapered, put into a nightie and placed in her crib.  Then her Daddy said he would be right back, walking out of the nursery and into the main bedroom. 

And there she waited for him, already covered up with her baby blanket, surrounded by her diapered stuffies and wondering what this surprise was that he said he would give her at bedtime.  This was most certainly no way to get her to settle down at bedtime, giving her surprises like this.  After all, she was a BabyGirl.  And this meant she was wound up a bit too tight anyway. 

Surprises like this would only exacerbate her condition.

But when he walked back into the nursery with a storybook in his hand, it began to make a lot more sense.  Sitting on the side of the crib, he leaned back against the foot board and opened the story book, clearing his throat in a very silly manner before beginning to read:

On the Door

(Start at the beginning)

Noel’s Christmas – Monday, December 13th

“On the Door”

Noel sat in the middle of the living room couch, sandwiched in by rolls of Christmas paper on her left and the gifts to be wrapped on her right.  Turning on the Wallnick Channel, she watched some cheesy, romantic Christmas movie as she began to wrap the presents.  This was not going to be a quick task as Noel always overdid it with Christmas presents.  And now, she had presents to wrap for both her family and as his family … as well as their individual friends and mutual friends.  Luckily, she never tired of doing Yuletide things.  On occasions, she would become winded, but she never stopped.  And she never stopped enjoying it.

The Things You Have

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Noel’s Christmas – Sunday, December 12th

“The Things You Have”

Christmas is always a time of year when the things we have grow in amount – gifts being given to us by friends and even by relatives we won’t see again until December of next year.  And it’s so easy to feel like we are kings and queens. 

But not everyone has such good fortune as that.  There are some who try to stay warm during the holidays, some who hope they will find something to eat tomorrow … because they found nothing to eat today. 

The Scene

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Noel’s Christmas – Saturday, December 11th

“The Scene”

When Noel was little, the cold weather and cold winds arrived in November each year.  And that would be the weather … until sometime in March of the next year.  But times had changed and the weather was different now.  In certain years, it didn’t get consistently chilly at all until December or later.  And what this led to were days that were cold and snowy, followed by spans of time that were a bit warmer and comfortable.

Such was the case on this day …  Saturday, December 11^th.  Not more than a week ago, the area was experiencing the falling of almost two feet of snow.  But on this day, the temperature was nearing 50 degrees Fahrenheit. 

She would have been a liar if she had said she wasn’t happy about the reprieve from frigid conditions.  And, knowing it would be cold again before long, she took advantage of the good weather while it lasted.  Venturing to the Country Crafts Village, just a few miles away from the tourist district of town, Noel engaged in something she loved to do … shopping without the need to buy anything in particular.

Having been down this road before with her, Nick prepared himself to carry the forthcoming bags.

Capturing Images

(Start at the beginning)

Noel’s Christmas – Friday, December 10th

“Capturing Images”

Nick and Noel walked in through the front door and into the kitchen, Noel still nursing on her pacifier – her mind still spinning from the events of the past hour or two.  Her face was as red as the pacifier in her mouth … which was just as red as the outfit she was wearing.  Nick set their carryout dinner on the kitchen table and helped her to get out of the clothing, leaving her in nothing but the red thigh-high stockings she had worn out and her diaper, of course.  He then put another one of those Christmas bibs around her neck.

She did her best to not grin behind her pacifier as he opened the carryout containers.  But the fact that he was also having trouble keeping a grin off his face made it impossible for her to not laugh.

This was a night she would never forget.  And the night was still young.  There was no telling what folly would make them do next.

Nick kept his cell phone handy as they started to eat dinner, Noel wasting no time in making a mess of herself.  Finger food was good, especially finger food that came from a bar.  But it was even better still when the finger food was wings, smothered in spicy barbecue sauce.

“So can I see them, Daddy?” she asked, licking her fingers clean.

“Wait.  Don’t do that yet,” he replied, having her sit on his knee so they could take a Daddy-n-BabyGirl picture – Noel holding her barbecue-covered hands up to match her barbecue-covered face.

He actually took several pictures of them right there, tickling the left side of her ribs to make her laugh.  She had a most adorable look about her when she laughed.

“Let me stream them all on the TV,” he said, Noel getting up and crinkling her waddle over into the living room.  “That way, we’ll get a full screen view of them.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said softly, sitting on the couch and going back to licking her fingers.

Décor

(Start at the beginning)

Noel’s Christmas – Thursday, December 9th

“Décor”

It really went without saying that Noel enjoyed the days when Nick worked from home much more than when he had to drive to the office.  For as much as it upset her to see how stressed his work made him sometimes, such as what she saw yesterday, she still preferred to have him nearby. 

And that was the main reason why today wasn’t one of her favorite days.  Nick was at the office. 

It was sort of like: taking candy from a baby … giving something and then taking it back.

Sitting on the sofa, she re-adjusted the top tapes of her diaper – something she often did when she got bored.  Also, she enjoyed having a greater tightness at her waist while having the lower tapes just a little bit looser for leg movement.

She was beginning to run out of Christmas-y projects to occupy her time on days like this.  And that was particularly troublesome as it was only the ninth day of the December.  But it would be a package that arrived mid-morning that would refuel her desire for more holiday undertakings.

Correspondence

(Start at the beginning)

Noel’s Christmas – Wednesday, December 8th

“Correspondence”

Nick working from home was a wonderful thing as Noel always had him around.  But this didn’t mean that his workload was suddenly lighter.  Quite to the contrary, his amount of work picked up – several clients demanding certain projects be completed before Christmas.  And this meant that everyone at the advertising agency was going to put in longer hours.

On this particular day, Nick got up at 5am and was working by 5:30 am.  Noel got up and made him breakfast, which he had to eat very quickly to then get back to work.  Throughout the morning, she heard him engaging in phone calls that made clear how stressed out he was.  Lunch was something he had to eat at his desk in his office as he was so overloaded with work, he couldn’t stop.

Noel loved him and she hated to see him so stressed and overworked.  In the morning, she watched every cheesy romantic Christmas movie she could find – wanting to have some Daddy/BabyGirl time with him but understanding that he just couldn’t.  He had to work.

So she occupied her time in a most creative way, choosing to do something she hadn’t done in decades … write a letter to Santa.  Getting a piece of paper and a pencil, she filled her sippy cup with juice and then sat her diapered bottom down on the living room rug.  Using the coffee table as her desk, she wrote to Santa:

“Dear Santa,

In Front of Dark Skies

(Start at the beginning)

Noel’s Christmas – Tuesday, December 7th

“In Front of Dark Skies”

Noel and Nick stood in line to enter the Christmas lights walk-through in the woods next to Himm’s Chip Factory, just two towns away from home.

Himm’s was a family-owned snack foods business that owned a considerable chunk of land.  On a portion of their property that had built an impressive snack food factory, continuing to build onto it as their business grew.  The plot next to the factory was a wooded area that they owned and maintained for the sole purpose of transforming it into a Christmas lights wonderland during the holidays. 

They had done this for 35 years and every year, the displays got just a bit more elaborate.

Paying the minimal ticket fee, Nick took Noel’s hand as they entered the first lighted area.  And right away, she was awe-struck.  The entrance was a corridor of bars that were bent into a U-shape and placed into the ground.  From one bar to the next, strands of colorful lights were strung – creating a passageway for people to walk through.

Nick kept hold of her hand as he knew she would be looking up the whole time they were there and not paying attention to where other people were at.  Before they got to the end of that corridor, he had stopped her from walking into the person in front of her several times.

This was a textbook example of: shiny object syndrome.

But Nick had to admit that he found himself sometimes staring in awe at how complex and creative some of the lights displays were.  He also had appreciation for the amount of work that went into setting all of this up.

The woods had trees and bushes … nothing else.  But instead of just winding strands around the trunks and limbs, they chose to dress the lights in such a manner as to suggest other shapes.  For instance: one tree had lights all over it but also had additional lights dangling down from it that made the tree look like it was in the middle of a falling meteor shower.

One bush was decorated with lights to look like there were a dozen tall lily pads inside it.  Other bushes depicted deer that were chasing each other.  Some of the taller trees had lights strung into their branches that made it look like the tree had lightbulbs hanging from it.

And the wonders continued:

• a bush displaying a carousel with horses that moved up and down.
• a patch of trees that looked like exploding fireworks
• a patch of bushes that were decorated with lights to look like they were Christmas presents

Surrounding the perimeter of the woods and moving throughout was an animated rollercoaster car, complete with loop-de-loop animation … all of this down with strands of Christmas lights!

By the time they reached the center hub of the woods, Noel was a deer lost in the headlights … or, in this case, lost in the Christmas lights.

At that center hub was a huge stand of hot cocoa.  But of course, it wasn’t just ordinary hot cocoa.  There were several flavors of it, including: toasted marshmallow, gingerbread, peppermint and cinnamon amaretto flavors.

This got Noel thinking about unique hot cocoa she could make at home.

Heading back into the lights trail, they saw Tarzan swinging from one tree to another and then swinging back, a most impressive bit of animation that must have take dozens upon dozens of strands.

They saw numbered sheep jumping over a fence, a cow jumping over the moon, a swinging metronome, an airplane landing on a lit runway, a calliope and an American flag – seemingly fluttering in the wind.

Noel sipped her hot cocoa and then took Nick’s cup when hers was empty.  She was captivated, her face beaming with an enormous smile from ear to ear.  Oh, how happy she was.

But the one lights display that caught her attention and kept it, more so than anything else she had seen that night, was right at the end of the trail.  On that side of the woods was a stream.  And on the far side of the stream were trees that were strung to look like they were actually trees … no animation, no fanciness, no other shapes.

The reason why this caught her attention was because the Christmas lights were reflected in the waters of the stream.

And this brought tears to her eyes.  Heading back to the car, she felt very affectionate and clung to her Daddy’s side – partially from the baby feeling she was likely experiencing and partially from the fact that she needed her diaper changed … hot chocolate burps being proof.

What Noel adored so very much about Christmas lights was how they depicted the shape of what they were wrapped around and how they were strung.  And all of this taking place … in front of dark skies.

Continue on to Wednesday, December 8th

Leaving an Impression

(Start at the beginning)

Noel’s Christmas – Monday, December 6th

“Leaving an Impression”

“Okay,” Nick started, taking hold of both of Noel’s shoulders and making her face him.  “I need you to be completely honest with me right now, Noel.”

“I will be very honest with you, Daddy,” she answered with a softened tone.  “I promise.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked with a very serious look on his face.

“Yes, Daddy,” Noel replied, fidgeting a little but still answering him straightaway.  “I’ve given it some serious thought and I’m sure I want to do this.”

“And you understand the risks?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Yes, Daddy,” she answered with fussy breath.  “I know it’s risky, but I feel it’s time that we do this.”

“And you’re not scared?” he asked, confused as to how easily she was answering him.

“No, Daddy,” she answered with a small voice.  “I’m not scared.  I know you will be right there with me and I know you will hold my hand.”

“Do you need your diaper changed?” he asked, trying to distract her.

“Not yet,” she answered softly.  “And you put lots of baby powder on me.  So, I know I won’t get a rash if I start to sweat.”

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” he asked with lustfulness.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said with breathy whisper, growing fussy in her tone.  “I need to do this …. really bad.”

Those Good Feelings

(Start at the beginning)

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.

The Best of It

(Start at the beginning)

Noel’s Christmas – Saturday, December 4th

“The Best of It”

Noel stood behind the kitchen door, making certain to stay well behind it to shield herself from the cold air rushing in from the outside.  Burping, she covered her mouth – an unintentional gesture reminding her of what she had just had for lunch.  It was early afternoon and the kitchen door was partially open because Nick had just stepped outside to measure the snow that had already fallen since last night.

The weather forecast had called for six to eight inches of snows.  Yet now, more than 18 hours after the first arrival of snow last evening, the flakes were still coming down – slowly and lightly but still constantly.  They had to have exceeded eight inches by that point.

Shivering a little, she bounced up-n-down – her naked feet feeling the chill of the air as it rushed in under the door and made her nearly naked body break out into goosebumps all over.  Her bottom was nice and warm, tucked inside her diaper.  But that was it.  Being naked and wintertime were not good bed fellows sometimes.  Finally, Nick came back inside, declaring that they were at 9 inches of snow and still piling up.

They were snowed in, until this all ended.  No plows had come by to dig out the roads yet.  Not even a truck had driven by.  Nothing looked like it would happen until the snowfall stopped.  But when was that going to be?

First Arrival

(Start at the beginning)

Noel’s Christmas – Friday, December 3rd

“First Arrival”

Nick and Noel set the table for dinner, vegetable beef soup being the perfect comfort food for the cold weather.  Yes, Nick kept the house warm as he didn’t like the chill either, but the warm soup was gonna hit the spot.  And along with the cheddar cheese biscuits, Noel’s tummy was about to be put in Heaven.

Nick had spent the day working from home, the lone positive that had come from this never-ending global virus problem.  Their Christmas tree arrived at 9am and Noel spent the whole morning decorating it.  It was indeed the right size for the living room and it fit with exactness in the corner.  She was so happy about it and she used every single ornament to give it the “bling” it was due.  Nick took a few breaks throughout the day and this gave them several opportunities to decorate the outside of the house with Christmas lights.  He put them all over the house as she strung the bushes and trees.  Needless to say, it had been a busy and productive day.

Putting the biscuits on the table, Noel took a seat – straightening out the Christmas bib he had put on her.  It was one of 12 he bought her and she intended to use all 12 before Christmas Day.  Plus, aside from the clothing she wore outside temporarily to string up the lights, that bib was the only other thing she had worn that day – aside from her diaper …… and this was another important reason for him to keep the heat cranked up indoors.

Nick screwed the cap on her sippy cup and put it next to her bowl, then taking a seat.