"I'll just do this 'find the image' puzzle for kindergarteners to decompress... Holy fudge!" For the record, I found 7 of 8 certainly and I think I see the 8th but the image is ambiguous and I disregarded it after initial consideration.

Super Pixel Pals dented but unbroken by wand action. I prefer sticky tapes but the tabs hold well and it feels great!

Late to the party yet again! I doubt anyone interested hasn't seen these but just in case. I have not had the chance to wear any yet, being busy running around with family stuff and not wanting to test out a new diaper under constrained conditions. Soon!

I am consistently surprised and affirmed by how applicable Bluey is to my day to day life, not just in an ABDL sense.

"Have you seen my phone?" "I got you an upgrade!"

I was thinking about the Chuck Jones Rikki Tikki Tavi yesterday and was super irritated that aside from a few YouTube clips, it seems to be missing from streaming.

I just had a momentary sense memory with Kool-Aid. I got a small amount of grape powder residue that was super tart. There's probably no way to revisit this without painstaking effort to get the balance just right. Random kid stuff, "all those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain."

Sign on the wall at the Diapers and Drinks event. More bars need signs like this.

"I'm going to ask you a basic question just to calibrate the baselines on the polygraph." "Yeah, whatever." "Boxers or briefs?" "..."

I don't want to be a Donnie Downer but I was just thinking about conversion abuse (not calling it therapy) and how if ABDLs were more known, I might have been a willing candidate for an ABDL version and how severely it could have wrecked me. I did a lot of mental harm on myself. I imagine what an...

Dark Ageplay (Middles Division): burning the roof of your mouth on a microwave burrito/hot pocket.

Back to being responsible for my own diaper changes. Blah.

Helping to pack bags, it is apparent that grown-up clothes take up too much space.

My default position: fudge off, advertising, you have no claim on me! My reality: seeing an neon sign advertising booze/nachos... "Let's go!"

"No, I'm sorry I can't talk about my bank charges, I have to give the baby his bath."

G3rber needs to do an edibles line of adult baby food.

We had a corndog at a farmer's market that they claimed would be life-changing. I still feel like myself but it was the best corndog I have had.

For as long as I have been 24/7, I haven't sat much in wet diapers on hard chairs with no pants. Good times!

Lumberyard still packed!

Big relief to see a clean covid test. This also means we can go to the Lumberyard tonight!

We had a missing pacifier that turned into a bit of a crisis. It has been happily resolved. Such a little thing can lead to substantial ripples. Everyone feeling better now.

Sense of smell returning. Confirmation while changing out the diaper pail.

I have gotten kind of used to not really knowing what diaper I'm wearing. I know it'll be one of a few options but I still get surprised now and again, thinking I know what's under my onesie without checking. Wrong today.

I'm not saying @kipperthecub.bsky.social is too little for sheets and blankets but he makes a pretty good case all on his own that they are not optimal for his sleeping situation.

Covid did away with my sense of smell as of yesterday. This has happened twice before (once for first covid and then more recently for a bad flu). It's a weird feeling not to know for sure when a tiny tiger is stinky.

Relationship stresses: when your boyfriend makes a squeaky suckling noise with their baba for the whole thing.

Driving home and having the novel experience of stopping at a rest stop to use it just for stretching my legs.

As might be expected because we were constantly together, me too. My test had the faintest possible line and I feel essentially asymptomatic but it's a drag. Worth it for the con, though.

We will be prepared next time and babies will get their babas. They know who they are.

The little guy is all tuckered out but we both had so much fun!

We talk about double diapers but nobody talks about double onesies. Anyone?

BFC restrooms are kind of quiet.

The casual nature of changes at BFC is pretty peak. Just to go wait in a not too long line and get changed by your boyfriend and vice versa if need be hits just right. The nursery is a vibe for sure!

What if we kissed in the BFC changing room?

BFC: how many demerits equal a timeout or spanking?

Just pretend I posted a red screen photo. The image itself is played out. Happy BFC!

It has been a long time since I have been to a con but BFC made the badging part so easy!

Another in a continuing series of "Why isn't this in my size?"

At last! Well, sort of. November: us.kiddo-diapers.com/products/kid... I'm still excited.

Waiting for the bathroom to free up after a night with spicy food is a diaper hazard.

That's my tiger cub!

I just realized that hummus is nearly the same consistency and color as Boudreaux's Butt Paste and I can't unnotice it.

Someone just seething while people around them are just going about life is wacky.

I got yer "P" right here.

Lying in bed, realizing I'm in a diaper. Well, duh! Still, the conscious realization isn't exactly common anymore because it's just the normal state of things. It was different because I was taking such conscious note of the padding as I shifted. Nice feeling!

It's nice when the world doesn't make sense in a harmless way.

Things I never expected to hear myself say/think: After a couple days in T-shirts, it feels good to get back to onesies.

Image obtained from another location, in reference to xennials. I think all the Codys might have all gotten drawn into regression scenarios.

I feel kind of bad for people who can't wake up because they're a little chilly and wet their diaper for a quick warm up.

While dreaming, I looked at my phone and noticed it was at 55%. While this doesn't quite qualify as a nightmare, it probably made me snuggle my bear more.