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And do me a favor... suggest the group to some friends! Spread the word... you guys rock.

Return of the Big Boy Bucket

I've posted them before, but fresh off of an upload to RUPadded and Facebook I thought I'd post 'em here again. I get more comments about the Big Boy Bucket than I do about any other pictures on my profile/s and/or blog... damn. People love the concept of taking their adulthood and locking it far away, apparently...

Oh, and for the record... no, nobody has used the Big Boy Bucket for a toilet. Yet.

Word Recognition and the iPhone: ABDL Edition

So I apparently type certain words so often the iPhone now knows what I'm going to type...







The list of possible embarassing situations is just beginning to form in my head...

Growing Up: The Cottage - Part VII

To read the entire "Growing Up: The Cottage" series, and other blog entries I've written about growing up, click here.

I've been writing about my family's summer cottage, a small one-bedroom shack-like structure smack-dab on a lake in upstate New York. My grandfather built it decades before I was even born, and it became a special part of the lives of my grandparents, parents, andso many family members and friends. I recognized it's specialness at a very young age. It became a part of most of my childhood memories worth remembering, and remains just as special today. It's the basis for my love of the water; if you know me you know what I'm talking about. Most of all, it gave me a place to experiment with my toddler alter-ego. I'm writing about some of those experiences here...

The Cottage: Caught... Almost!

I live for the water... always have.

So, for me, winters in New York were tough to deal with.

I mean, seriously... water in New York freezes in the winter. It sucks.

And the lake... while too deep to freeze over, the ground around it made it, at the time, nearly impassable.

So, for me, in the snowiest of weather, the cottage was inaccessible for months at a time.

I missed it.

It wasn't just the summer activities I missed.

It was the fact that, from age sixteen on, the cottage was my place to go to be Baby Cwis.

I was lucky if I could fit in half a day of diaper time at home. My parents or brother were forever coming and going, and there was little opportunity, save hooky days from school, for me to really get into the mindset of a toddler.

But at the cottage, I could go days as my alter-ego.

Stripping down to just a diaper and carrying my bottle and pacifier everywhere, I'd lounge on the beach, sit on the porch, and take naps in the open air in the living room, every window wide open to catch the lake breezes.

From December - March, though... diaper time was difficult.

Which is why, the spring that I turned 17, I couldn't wait to de-adult myself.

The first day the temperature went into the 50s, to the cottage me - and my diaper bag - went.

I remember thinking what a perfect day it was for diapering up.

There was little chance I'd be interrupted. No chance my family would come by... it was in the 50s - too cold for them - and leftover snow was still melting on the ground all throughout the woods which separated the cottage from the main road.

And the neighbors? Not much chance of being bothered by them, either. The ones on the north side lived close, but they rarely visited before June; the neighbors on the south side lived several hours away and visited only on weekends. Today it would be just me, the beach, my blankie, and a Pamper. I was stoked.

The first order of business was opening every window to let the stale winter air out of the inside of the cottage. It was only 50-something outdoors, but the sun was beaming and it warmed the inside of the structure to a much more comfortable temperature very quickly. Within minutes I had fuses plugged in, the refrigerator running, and sheets on the bed.

Next I opened the duffel bag which served as my diaper bag at the time. It was chock full of goodies, things I'd purchased over the winter but hadn't really had a chance to use. Pacifiers... a paci leash, at the time a newer invention... bottles... a rattle... diapers... coloring books and crayons... a Little Golden Book. I was stocked, and ready to become Cwis. It wouldn't be long now...

I crawled around on the floor in my diaper for several hours, sucking on my pacifier and coloring.

It felt so good to be Cwis! I'd been waiting all winter.

I don't know about you, but if you're a true AB you know what I mean. We crave 'toddler time' (or whatever age/phase we regress to), time to get into the mindset of our alter ego and just be little again. Going a whole week as a grownup is torture for some of us. Let alone weeks at a time. And fcking months???

[Collegebabies, I know you hear me! Hard to 'little up' at home, or in the dorms, right?]

So for the better part of an afternoon I played the role. I sucked down juice and soaked myself, then changed my diaper and did it all again. I played the 'bad baby' role, kneeling in the corner for no reason; I played the 'good baby' role and nibbled on melba toast as a reward. I was totally into it, and the fact that my soaked little behind was feeling the chill of a cold floor and chilly temperatures didn't stop my enjoyment; I'd just scoot over into the sunlight and let the rays warm my diaper whenever I started to brrrr.

I remember thinking... this, sir, is a bad idea.

I'd ventured out into the sunlight, dragging my baby blanket along.

Walking up and down the beach, I'd surveyed the damage the winter had done. I spent twenty or thirty minutes picking up sticks and branches washed up by winter waves, walking them over to what would become our fire pit for the season, and tossing them in.

After a while I was chilly, and a little tired.

I spied a sunny spot on the dock, and made my way towards it.

Walking out onto the dock, I set my blanky down directly in the middle of the sunny square. I looked around - up onto the cliff, out into the water, and towards the property on both sides of the cottage. Deserted.

So I lay down.

You probably shouldn't do this, Cwis...

The sunlight had already warmed the blanket, and it felt good to lay down. I let the sun's rays warm the back of my diaper... my bottom was toasty, and my back was feeling nice and warm.

My diaper was dry, but I had to pee. And pee I did, soaking my disposable. I turned over onto my back and let the sun warm up the front of the diaper, and then turned back onto my tummy, letting the back get warm again.

It felt so good to be outside, period. After a nasty winter, to be in my element again - at the cottage, on the water - I was ecstatic. The fact that I was Cwis again only added to my happiness.

I closed my eyes.

In my mind, I was two years old. My family was all around me, enjoying a summer day at the lake. Someone had diapered me and set me on the dock for a nap. Maybe I was in a cradle... maybe a playpen. I began to daydream...

My brother and his friends were skipping rocks into the lake. Someone yelled "watch out for the baby!" as a rock skipped a little to close to me. My brother yelled back "The baby's fine! We're expert skippers!" but the trio changed their direction a bit, and I watched the rocks bounce across the water's surface. It felt good, and I remember being impressed by the older kids' skills, hoping one day I'd be able to skip rocks like them.

My aunt ventured out onto the dock, bending down to check my diaper. "Gooooood boyyyyyyy... all dwyyyyyyy," she said, rubbing my tummy. I giggled a little, and she continued out onto the dock's end, sitting down in a lounge chair relaxing in the sun. My cousins Jimmy and Danica joined her a minute later, walking by me with not so much as a glance. Jimmy carried three sodas, and he passed them out to his mother and sister, and the three sat sipping their drinks and watching boats float by. Every once in a while Jimmy would yell something to a boater, and my aunt would shush him. "Do you want to wake up Little Cwis?" she'd ask. He'd quiet down immediately.

My uncle walked down the steps with a pizza, and the entire family was upon him like seagulls, everyone grabbing a slice. I watched sleepily as my brother and his friends took their slices and a 2-liter of Tab over the the rowboat. They got in and began rowing out towards the dock, my brother reaching his hand into the water and giving me a splash as they passed. The other boys laughed, and I wished I were in the boat, too. My cousins passed me again, Jimmy slurping his soda, and I was suddenly thiwsty. I reached out for it and he laughed, batting my hand away. "Be right back," he said to his sister.

I watched the rest of my family walk past me onto the dock, the smell of pizza wafting in the air. I was hungwy too, now, but I could see the pizza box in the fire pit. There was none left for me. I'd had pizza before! At Jimmy's birthday party! They knew I loved it. It wasn't fair! I watched as each and every member of my family chomped their pizza and slurped down soda. The box taunted me... I wanted to climb out of my cradle and crawl down the dock, punch my uncle in the knee, and grab his slice when he bent over!

"Is Cwissy hungwy?" Jimmy was back, a slice of pizza in his hand. He extended it toward me and I reached for it. "NOT SO FAST!" he said, sounding irritated and looking surprised. He turned and set the slice down on a piling, and I saw what was in his other hand: a jar of Gerber ravioli. Greattttttt... everyone else gets New York PIzzaria, and I get pureed, processed baby food. Jimmy pulled out a spoon with an alligator handle and dug in, scooping out a giant disgusting bite and holding it out. I wished an alligator would come out of the lake and bite him on the butt! I closed my mouth and looked toward his pizza, scowling. "Eatttttttt," he ordered. I reluctantly opened my mouth and took a bite. YUCK! I wanted pizza. Jimmy put the spoon back in the jar and picked up his slice with his free hand, practically waving it under my nose before taking a giant bite. It looked delicious! My eyes followed it from the piling to his mouth and back to the piling and JImmy noticed, laughing. "Does Cwis want pizza like the big kids?" he asked. He held the pizza out toward me and I wanted to hug him! I leaned out of my cradle a little, ready to take a bite, and he yanked the slice back. "When Cwis is a big kid he can have big kid foods," Jimmy said slyly, and someone yelled for him not to tease the baby. Then he was scooping, and the spoon was back with more yech. NOT FAIR! Gerber ravioli isn't even a substitute for real ravioli; certainly not for pizza.

The jar was gone and Jimmy pulled a bottle of milk out of his swimsuit pocket. He held it out and I took it, putting it in my mouth. As I slurped he leaned in towards me, wiping sauce off from around my mouth. As he did, he whispered to me: "Now Cwis has had a nice meal and it's time for him to take a nap. I know you get excited when there's so much stuff going on. I'm going to be looking over here... I want to see your eyes closed and you trying to sleep. If I don't..." Jimmy left it hanging, but I imagined him swatting me when nobody was looking - he'd spanked me once, hard, for just spilling a cup of juice, and none of the grownups had seemed to mind. I closed by eyes and pretended to sleep, and soon Jimmy was back in conversation with the rest of the family.

I lay still, and sun's rays beaming down on me. I almost opened my eyes a little to see if Jimmy was watching me, but each time lost the nerve. Soon I was drifting in and out of consciousness... I felt someone rub my tummy as they passed, but wasn't quite sure who it was. Someone put their finger in my diaper feeling for poop, and patted my bottom when they found none. I sucked on my Nuk, dozing, feeling safe and secure, my family all around me and my needs met; even if I couldn't get pizza, I had just about everything else a toddler could want.

Yip! Yip! Yip!

The neighbor's dog darted out onto the dock, and I heard footsteps and squeals of laughter soon after. I slowly, groggily opened my eyes and looked out, watching their Yorkie pace up and down their dock excitedly.

Wait a minute...

...holy shit!

The neighbor's dog darted out onto the dock, and I heard footsteps and squeals of laughter soon after. I slowly, groggily opened my eyes and looked out, watching their Yorkie pace up and down their dock excitedly.

"C'mon, Mom!" a little girl shouted. "Race you to the dock!"

And suddenly I realized...

...I was 17 again.

A high school junior.

Laying out on the dock. In a diaper.

And the neighbors... were here.

I'd fallen asleep.

I jumped up fast as fuccccck, wrapping my baby blanket around my waist, and waddled down the dock, towards the cottage.

Just as I stepped onto land I saw the form of a child come around the bend. I took three or four giant steps toward the porch, stepping inside and closing the door just as the children passed the fence and came into view.

I was safe...

I remember sitting my diapered bottom down right under the window that borders the neighbor's property.

"Look, Janelle," a man's voice said. "The neighbors have all the windows open. We should do that."

Whew! They must not have seen the cottage yet...

I imagined them being there for an hour or more, walking out onto the dock and seeing 17-yo Chris lounging in Luvs. What would they have thought?

"Should we see if he's home?" the female said, and, startled, I looked at my pants clear across the room by the door. It would be a race on my tummy to the pants if I was to beat them to the door. Just as I began to scoot the man told her to let me be. "He's probably taking a nap..."

I had been. And it had been glorious.

Shocked back into adulthood by the intrusion, I was forced to sit quietly for more than an hour until, having seen their own beloved property on the first spring-like day, the neighbors all piled back into their car for the ride back across town.

I was free to be Cwis again.

But it wasn't quite the same.

I vowed never to fall asleep in a diaper outdoors again.

A vow I'm happy to report I didn't keep.

Coming Soon...

Caught again???????

Sometimes the coolest thing about someone...

...is who they're not willing to be friends with. Moreso than who they are.

- Cwis

Diapers: The Stash

Snapped a pic to share with someone today, and thought I'd share. Love seeing 'diaper stash' photos.

The underwear that's fun to wear?

Thanks to a tip from a little toddler Texan I went to Wal-Mart and found these... Underoos-style boys briefs size XL. Lots of different styles... they're destined to look cute on somebody...










Three-packs for $5... good price, too. Cheaper than anything you'd find online... right down the street at Wal-Mart.

YouTube Tuesdays: Expanding Our Horizons - Czech

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I'm on Facebook! And YouTube! And Twitter!

This week I've gotten maybe three, four Facebook requests from ABDLers on my personal (non-diaper) profile. I was like... WTF? I figured that friends of the few diaper friends I've added might be sending me requests after going thru and seeing me in friends lists, but I wasn't sure. Then I saw that RUP has a new Facebook page, and I realized where all of the requests were coming from.

So today I created a Facebook page that's meant to be diaper-friendly. If you're a 'personal' friend on my other Facebook, stay there. For everyone else, especially those of you with diaper-this or diaper-that in your name... hit me up!

Cwis Abysitter

Definitely want some Facebook friends so feel free to request me! It's www.facebook.com/abysitter.

Also, I'm on Twitter... www.twitter.com/abysitter.

And on YouTube... www.youtube.com/abysitter. Sensing a pattern here?

...so if you don't get enough of me here or on the diaper sites, hit me up in any of those places. Much more to come...

Stay Damp,

Cwis

25,000 Views!

Add +300 to the counter. And you may be visitor #25K. I was visitor number 24,999 from my iPhone. Woot, woot!

AB Universe Cushies - The Unboxing

After a week in which the Apple iPad spawned about ten thousand 'unboxing' videos on YouTube I figured I'd do an 'unboxing' of my own: my new AB Universe Cushies diapers. Turn your speakers way up, because I filmed it on my iPhone, and the sound is extra-low.

Not sure if y'all will be as excited about this product as people seem to be about the iPad but, in my humble opinion, the Cushies are to ABDL as the iPad is to... well, pretty much everthing else. Enjoy...

And a few still shots...

These diapers are hawt!

Underoos Alert!!!

My friend Dominomotion told me today that he found Underoos on sale at his local Wal-Mart, UP TO SIZE 30, 3 for $5. Not in the boys section, mind you, but a special section reserved for How To Train Your Dragon stuff. He was nice enough to snap a pic and send it over... so all you AT's (Adult Toddlers) out there, snatch 'em up!

25,000 Views! A Contest! & More!

'sup!

TWENTY FIVE THOUSAND??

That's a lot of people coming by this page...

I just wanted to let everyone know that we are less than 200 views away from 25,000.

We routinely receive 75-100 new ('unique') views daily and, one day in February, received more than 250 in a single afternoon... not sure where all of the traffic came from, but a link must have been posted somewhere, because BAM! here they came.

I know we get a lot of viewers from France, and a number from other countries as well, so I guess you could say Abysitter.com has gone worldwide.

It's hella cool that so many people enjoy reading the blog and browsing the baby albums, and I want to thank everyone who's contributed to it, either by sending in submissions or by spreading the word.

You guys rock.

THE CUSHIES ARE COMING!

Orlando area spokesbaby, anyone?

My Cushies are being driven across Tennessee as we speak, and should be delivered to my PO Box in the next few days. I'm excited. (If you don't know what Cushies are check out adorable li'l Baby Zac, below).

My goal is to find a local cutie who wants to pose for some adorableness, so if you know anyone in the Orlando area... abysitter@gmail.com, let them know. At some point you'll see the pictures* on the blog. If you're visiting Florida in the next few weeks, holla.

*Pics can be face-obscured shots, by the way...

GUEST ENTRIES WANTED

Babyfurs. College babies. Diaper daddies. You.

I can only give the perspective of one person, but a lot of you have stories to share about things I could never even begin to understand.

I'd like to get a few blog entries from babyfurs here, and have already been approached by one who is interested in writing some thoughts down. Anyone else? If you're a sissy, puppy, daddy, collegebaby, or anyone else who might have a different perspective, and would like to share your story... email me.

NEW BANNER BABY

Contest to be announced soon...

The boy at the top of my blog is Bagota Baby, a friend of mine who posed for baby pictures over a year ago. That banner has become synonymous with the blog, and I've been surprised at the number of places I've seen it posted (thanks, everyone!) linking to here.

Still, it's gotten a little stale, and it's time to freshen up the blog a bit. I'll be inviting submissions for anyone who would like to see themselves at the top of the blog, and will be announcing a contest in May, complete with voting and a grand prize. Hehe! So if you're interested and have an adorable pic that fits the theme, let me know. The only rule is that it must be you in the picture, and you must have been 18 or older when it was taken.

I'm also hoping to get some holiday pictures so that I can switch the banner out during the major holidays. Christmas babies... New Years babies... maybe even a July 4th baby... if you have any holiday photos you'd like to see up, abysitter@gmail.com.

THANKS FOR BEING A PART OF THE 25K.

It's not the number, it's what it stands for.

When I first started writing this blog I was afraid that nobody would read it. Actually, I've seen a lot of other ABDL blogs started and suspended for lack of interest since then.

This one started off slow, but it has taken off, and continues to grow. I've got a lot more to come... I've only told one-tenth of the stories I have to tell, and more stuff happens all the time. With my stuff and your stuff, abysitter.com will continue to kick diapered ass.

Thanks again,

Cwis

Note to the skeptics: Don't believe it's about to be 25,000? Scroll to the very bottom of this page and you'll see the counter. Add +300 to it, since my blog had 300+ views on the old counter before I realized anyone could click on it and reset it. I switched to this counter the same day. These are unique views... you can come to my page 300 times in a day but it only registers you once in 24 hours. Try it. I add this because there's always someone who throws in a comment like "I only see 24,700 in the counter, but... congrats" lol.

Baby Pictures: Baby Zac

Baby Album: Baby Zac

Baby Zac is an adorable li'l 'bama baby.

Nineteen going on two, Zac got into diapers because of his older brother; his brother, a bedwetter, wore diapers growing up,

and Zac tried some - and was hooked.

"I didn't wear again until I was 17," Zac says.

"Now I've gotten over the stupid ashamement of wearing stuff,

and now I have an amazing daddy and wonderful bro's."

Zac wears 24/7, and loves it.

He recently had the opportunity to try out the new ABUniverse Cushies.

"They were awesome... the prints are amazing," Zac reports.

"They hold enough to wear for a couple hours each.

Just make sure nothing is on your hands tapes get unsticky, lol."

If you want to meet Zac, click here.

He's agreed to write an upcoming Guest Entry, too...

Thanks for the adorable 'baby pictures', Zac.

Want to see your

(adult) baby pictures

on the blog?

Email me at

abysitter@gmail.com!