Saturday was usually a day when I cleaned the house and did the laundry but because my company shut down for the holidays and my Christmas list was still long this Saturday was going to be different. I awoke to find Adam up and playing with his Wii Game, his Night time diaper sagging only slightly as he played, I think it was bowling this time. The baby blue color of the diaper cover had darkened from his overnight wetting and it was now more visible under the semitransparent white baby pants along with some of the pink rows of ruffled lace. He still had room for more wetting because of the extra boaster pad. I guess he liked sitting in the wet diaper because he seemed in no hurry to change out of it, maybe it was the warm squishy feeling of it. I told him that we had to get going or we would miss Santa and breakfast at the mall.
I took him into the bath room and it wasn’t long before the wet diaper and baby pants were on the floor. He needed to sit on the throne for a while and I could hear his success as it happened followed by the sound of gentile rain splashing in the bowl. I warmed a wash cloth and proceeded to wash his bum clean of the night time wetting and of his morning pooping. I told him to put out the changing matt and I would be in to get him ready for the day. The disposable diapers that I had been using on him during the day time were just large enough and because he moved around so much I always pinned them on through the tapes. I always had him wear his baby pants over whatever I diapered him with just in case of diaper leaks. He liked the feel of the soft vinyl panties anyways and never put up a fuss when I slipped them on him.
Today, I had decided, he was going to have a pull up cloth day time diaper on with the absorbent part of a disposable diaper pinned inside. This way half way through the day I could take him to the handicapped bathroom at the food court and just remove the disposable and if I felt it necessary, change it, or just leave him in the cloth pull up diaper. Elian had sent a care package for him early in December that contained a pre Christmas surprise and I was going to put them on Adam this morning considering that he was going to see the man that was depicted on the print on the new baby pants. Yes they had a Santa print on them with his slay and all the reindeer. Rudolf was there with his red nose shinning brightly, in the lead of the slay, which was full of presents. After Adam was powdered, oiled and with the cloth diaper pulled up in place with the disposable liner neatly tucked in, I pinned everything together and then I showed him his new baby pants. He held them up and pointed out Santa and his slay, he wanted them on right away. Elian had his size down to a tee and they fit him perfectly leaving just enough diaper room. The crotch was widely cut allowing for freedom of movement, guaranteeing that his diaper would remain leak proof while he played. I put some bib style snow pants on over his diapers and with a flannel shirt and coat nothing showed except a slight diaper bulge The snow pants had a zipper that started in the middle of the top of the bib and ran straight down to his crotch and then down one leg which was great access for stand up diaper changes.
All dressed, we hurried hungry out of the apartment and off to the mall. When we got there, there was already quite a line up so we ordered breakfast and sat, watched and eat while Santa listened to all the children’s wishes. Adam was anxious and excited about the prospect of confiding all to Santa. There was a mother and her about eight year old son in line and he was doing the same dance that Adam did before wetting. The mother, I guess, didn’t want to lose her place in line didn’t realize that the little boy couldn’t hold it any longer. As I watched he went still and started to cry, his pants started to show his wetting. The mother suddenly understood what he was doing, took him out of the line, and scolded him for doing it. I felt for the boy remembering when nearly the same thing happened to Adam and me the year before. She came over to the food court and I asked her if there was anything that I could do. She thanked me, saying that the only thing that would help her was a big diaper to put on her son. I told her that accidents happen even at her sons age and that it was a shame to ruin there morning over a pair of wet pants. She sat down beside us with her very wet son and I offered her a solution. Saying that I though it was too late for a diaper but the store across from us had winter waterproof snow pants on sale and they worked well at keeping the wetness on the outside as well as on the inside. All she had to do was to buy a pair and slip them on over the boys wet flannel pants and then they could continue with their day. She thought that was a great idea and asked me to watch her son while she went and bought them. Adam talked to the boy who was in tears over his wetting. I imagine Adam told the boy that he was wearing diapers because he wet too. The boy looked at Adam in disbelief saying that he didn’t believe him so Adam let him pat his diapered bum. By this time the mother had returned with the nylon snow pants and we helped the boy into them. The mother then noticed that Adam was diapered and asked why. I told her that in certain situations he had a hard time staying dry and that the same thing had happened the year before to us. She asked me what kind of diapers I used on Adam. I told her mostly cloth, covered with waterproof plastic pants and disposables when we were out and about. Asking again, what kind of diapers did he have on today I replied “A pull up cloth diaper with a disposable insert, covered with a plastic panty. Panty she exclaimed! I replied that any underwear that doesn’t have a fly is a panty. The two boys were kind of lost in the conversation so I told them to go get in line and we would watch them and be there when it was their turn. We continued to talk about our mutual problem, well problem for her, and I eventually showed her what I carried in Adams diaper bag.
I pointed out to her that disposable diapers in her son’s size were available in every food and clothing store in the mall and the choices were ether Pampers size seven or Goodnites or Under jams. Most of these fit children up to ninety pounds plus. I asked her why these stores would invest all the shelf space if the products didn’t sell.
The line proceeded and as the boys got closer to Santa we went and stood with them. Santa remembered the boy and remarked “all dry now” as he got up and sat on his knee. They talked and the boy whispered into Santa’s ear what he wanted. When it was his turn Adam hoped up on his knee and also confided his wishes. Santa must have felt the extra padding on Adam’s bottom, holding him around the waist while listening to his wishes and he looked a little surprised and confused. Adam got down and went to get his candy cane from one of Santa’s helpers. I could only imagine what he had asked for. We left for some more shopping and said our goodbyes to the boy and his mother. She asked me for my phone number in case that she needed any more information. I think the boy was going to go back to diapers part time at least just to distress the situation. It was again our Saturday morning and we enjoyed the shopping experience together.
We stopped at about one thirty and went and had a snack under the arches. They had a handicapped restroom so a grabbed the bag and took Adam in for an inspection. He had pretty well soaked the disposable so I removed the hold up pins and pulled it lose. His pull up was a bit wet so I slipped a cloth boaster pad that I had brought in his diaper bag with us, into his damp pull up and pinned it there and pull his baby pants back up into place. This made his diaper thicker but he liked that anyway. With him good for another couple of hours, we left for the tree shopping experience. I asked him what he had asked santa for and he replied that he had asked him for a board game that he wanted and if Santa could bring the other little boy some diapers for Christmas. I left it at that. The tree lot was operated by some local college students every year, so it was tempting to be more than fussy. This year the selection was pretty good and Adam turned out to be the fussy one. We made our selection and Adam took the front and I the back and we started home with it. He just waddled along happy as could be, helping me. I backed into the house with it, trying not to knock any needles off. Adam knew where all the decorations were stored and he didn’t waist any time dragging it out. I told him to cool it and let me get my coat and winter things off first and I told him to do the same.
He needed help undressing so I undid his shoulder straps for him and zipped his zipper down and let him step out of the snow pants. I remembered that he didn’t have any pants on over his baby pants and they had that Santa print on them. It was Christmas and what could be more Christmassy than a baby boy dressed in diapers and Santa baby pants. I gave him a hug and he asked where his pacifier was. We went though the whole process of getting the tree standing in the stand and then we started with the lights and decorations. He liked to tell me about the decorations that he remembered from years gone by. The snow princes was the one he treasured the most and she got a most special spot on the tree right out front. No mater where he was placing the decorations, bending down for the ones at the bottom or stretching for the ones at the top, he was my special diapered boy. I held him up so that he could place the angel on the top. His baby pants rustled with every move and his very wet diaper needed to be changed. I gave him a soup and sandwich for dinner and a sippy cup full of milk for dinner and let him enjoy his wet, warm diaper for a little while longer.
Ok Adam, I said, how about I change you into your night time diaper and since you have been good all day, maybe feed you bottle and if you’re real good, how about I read you a Christmas story. He ran to the bathroom and waited for me to do the unveiling. Elian had sent him a special night time diaper as well and I thought it only fitting that he should try it out. She had also sent a pair of night time baby pants and this time the print on them was kids on toboggans and ice skating. She was a special dear friend that I was looking forward to seeing again. Adam was not to be disappointed and he followed every command as I cleaned and rediapered him. The best part being the slipping on of his new baby pants. He ran to my room to have a look at himself in the mirror in his new attire and then to the couch waiting patently for me to warm his bottle. This time he held it to his lips and I read the story. It was the Christmas story of the little match girl and how she had lit all the matches to keep warm. He dosed off half way through the story but I had to finish it for myself anyway. Diapers and pants in place and only a bit wet I carried him to his rendezvous with Bear and his bed full of dreams and kissed him goodnight. I picked up all his things and started to think about how I was going to dress him for church in the morning. I washed out his Santa baby pants and hung them to dry on the shower curtain rod, so they would be ready for the new day.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
Adam and I were joined by Elian Christmas eve day. We all had a great time wraping presents for Adam while he played on his Wii game. In the evening Elian gave him his bath and diapered him in his special Christmas diapers, He wore his Santa hat and a red lap shirt that had “Merry Christmas” written over the front of it. He searched out all his presents under the tree mooning us with his puffy Christmas baby pants while squeezing everything that was in a soft package and shaking everything that was boxed trying to guess exactly what was in them. It was a perfect Christmas with a scented pin candle burning and a pot and his baby bottle warming on the stove while he played around the tree completely happy. Elian was happy to be celebrating the holiday with us and Adam enjoyed his special status. To him I guess, dressed in diapers and baby pants and sucking on his favorite bottle while listening to Christmas carols was the only way to pass Christmas Eve waiting for Santa.
Merry Christmas everyone and to all a good night!