As your mommy scooped you out of your car seat, she carried you a stone pathway to one of the many little houses that dotted the street, lined with the bare trunk and branches of trees and covered with fallen leaves. The sky was a whitish-gray as Mommy held onto you, diaper bag slung around her shoulder and loaded with everything you would need for your first Thanksgiving in 1992.
As soon as Mommy knocked on the door, you could hear footsteps approaching as your grandma excitedly opened the door. She had big goofy hair like your mommy, but it was a little grayer than your mommy’s and her face and hands were a little wrinklier too, but they were very soft, as you felt when mommy handed you to grandma and she snuggled you so close it warmed you right up after being outside in the windy weather.
Cooes and squeals and all kinds of excited voices came as your whole family was there, and they couldn’t believe how big you were! The last time they saw you, you were just three months old, but now you were almost eight months and just starting to learn to crawl. You were much more responsive as the silly faces of your grandpa and uncles and the big cheek kisses your aunt and grandma gave you, and of course, all your older cousins wanted to hold you. Everyone loved you so much!
Once everyone had had their turn doting upon you, you found yourself back in Mommy’s arms. All tuckered out from such a whirlwind of excitement, your mommy carried you into the kitchen where the table was set for a Thanksgiving feast the whole family was excited for. Mashed potatoes, fresh green beans, sweet potato pie and plenty of rolls, and the centerpiece of it all, a great big turkey!
Of course, you were far too young for such a meal, and Mommy brought you in there so she could sit you in the playpen while everyone ate, but even though you couldn’t eat with everyone else, you could smell it, and oh how it made your tummy rumble! Mommy had fed you early in the morning and changed you before you left, so now you were practically starved! You sat in the playpen, sniffling and whimpering softly. Some of the relatives thought maybe you were hungry.
“He probably is,†Mommy said, looking at your grandma with a wink. “But it’s so busy in here right now. Once everyone’s finished, I’ll feed him. Mom, you still have my old highchair, don’t you?â€
Grandma nodded with a warm smile, knowing exactly where it was. “Of course. You didn’t think I’d be unprepared, did you?â€
Mommy smiled back warmly as well and then looked right at you. “Don’t worry, sweetie. In just a few minutes, it will be time for your Thanksgiving din-dins.â€
Your mommy’s smile made you feel everything was all right as you sat in the playpen in your brown corduroy overalls and fuzzy red baby sweater. You picked at the fuzzies as the time passed and watched as everyone left the room, the men to go watch football, and the cousins to the back room to watch a Disney movie and play “nicelyâ€, or so your aunt hoped.
It was only you, your mommy, your grandma, and your aunt Molly once dinner was over. Mommy walked over to the playpen and reached down, picking you up. You smiled so big, knowing Mommy was going to feed you now and put lots of good healthy things in your tummy to help you grow. Your mommy always took such good care of you.
“Alright, pumpkin, now it’s your turn,†Mommy cooed as she gave you eskimo kisses while Grandma got a little metal highchair out of the closet. It had a plastic tray and a flat seat and back decorated with little farm animals.
You babbled, pointing excitedly at all the little animals as Mommy sat you down in the highchair and locked you in as your grandma tied a big white bib around your neck just for the occasion, decorated with a big turkey and the words “Gobble Gobble!â€
You patted the tray with your little hands so happily as Mommy, Aunt Molly and Grandma pulled up chairs in front of you - Mommy in the middle and your aunt and grandma on both sides of her - in your little vintage highchair. You had no idea, but it was the same chair your mommy and Aunt Molly sat in when they were both babies, and it was the same highchair that your grandma had fed them their first Thanksgiving dinners too.
As your mommy placed your diaper bag in her lap, she reached in and put what she pulled out on the highchair tray. You dribbled all over your bib as you gazed intently and stretched yourself as far as you could over the highchair tray to see what was inside. You watched as Mommy pulled out, one by one, jars of Gerber’s brand baby food. The first jar was turkey and rice, which she put in between you and her. Then she put a jar of sweet potato and corn between you and Grandma. Finally, she put a jar of peas and carrots between you and Aunt Molly, and then she put three little baby airplane spoons next to each jar.
You had never seen so much baby food on your highchair tray before! It was a baby-sized Thanksgiving dinner, just for you! As your mommy, aunt, and grandma all twisted the lids off their jars, Mommy made the first dip into the bland brown jar, coming up with a mushy spoonful which you happily accepted, then grandma did the same, then Aunt Molly. Around and around they all took turns feeding you bite by bite of a healthy baby Thanksgiving meal.
Every bite was so yummy in your tummy and you were so overstimulated being fed by all the pretty women in your family than you began to babble and bang on the tray, bobbing up and down and making a little bit of every spoonful spill all over your cheeks, chin, where it would all dribble down onto your turkey bib. All the women smiled sweetly upon your dribbly, drooly face knowing it was far more important for the baby to be happy, even if that meant he’d also be messy!
Bite by bite, you gobbled up your Thanksgiving dinner, but three full jars of baby food made for an awful big meal for such an itty bitty baby. When Mommy, Grandma, and Aunt Molly were done feeding you, Grandma went to the sink to run a dishtowel under the faucet and wipe your sticky little face clean. Meanwhile, Aunt Molly noticed you were getting fussy and pouty. “Katie, I think he needs to be burped… among other things,†Aunt Molly said with a knowing wink.
“Let’s got that face all squeaky clean again first,†Grandma advised, scrubbing your mucky cheeks until they glistened. When Grandma was all done, your mommy smiled as she picked you up and placed you in her lap, your thick white Pampers diapers crinkling and held you over her shoulder. With a few soft pats you let up the biggest loudest burp the women had ever heard, even your grandma!
“My goodness!†Mommy laughed and kissed your cheek. “Mommy’s baby boy really is full!â€
You most certainly were, and while being burped made you feel less gassy, there was now a ton of baby food swirling around in your tummy. You were happy to eat all of it but you didn’t like the way it made your tummy hurt, but it was okay because Mommy knew how to make it all better.
Your whimpers became softly as your mommy cradled you in her arms, smiling down on you with nothing in her heart but unconditionable affection for you. “Molly, can you get the bottle out of the diaper bag and give it to Mom to get ready?†Your mommy asked softly of your aunt.
You couldn’t see what was going on as Aunt Molly smiled and reached into the diaper bag, pulling out a little bottle about 3/4ths full of breast milk that Mommy had pumped for you to drink, but it wasn’t quite ready. Grandma smiled as she took the bottle and placed it in the microwave to heat up. When it was nice and warm, she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a big bottle of prune juice.
“This is what I did whenever you two ate too much as babies,†Grandma said, thinking back fondly of her own days of being the mommy to healthy, happy, bouncing babies, and now here she was teaching her girls how to do the same for their own babies. “A little prune juice in the bottle clears an overeating baby’s tummy all up like magic.â€
Grandma stirred in the prune juice, screwed the nipple back on the bottle and sat down next to your mommy as she handed the bottle over to her. You didn’t know it would make your tummy better and fussed at the sight of something else meant for your tummy, but seeing Mommy, Aunt Molly, and Grandma smiling so happily and coaxing you gently to nurse on the little bottle, eventually you decided to try, if only to make your mommy as happy as she had been making you.
As you drank, the prune juice-laden milk flowed into your tummy and began to work its magic. Quickly you felt things beginning to move again, flowing through your body like drain that had been unclogged. The more you drank, the more the magic worked on your tummy as your diaper crinkled and sputtered as you tooted in Mommy’s lap with Aunt Molly and Grandma urging you on.
“Awww, there we go, after a big Thanksgiving din-din, babies make big Thanksgiving messes in their pants,†Grandma noted as she tickled your cheek.
“That’s my good baby nephew,†Aunt Molly giggled. “Make lots of stinky toots. Get all the toots out so you can make your poopies. Oh goodness, it’s going to be stinky in here, yes it is.â€
You blushed and winced as your toots stopped and your Thanksgiving dinner finished it’s trip through your tummy without any hesitation, a thick stream of soft peanut-buttery poop flowed steadily from your bottom, the seat of your Pampers diaper getting warmer and ballooning outward rapidly as the wave of poop quickly spread to every inch of the inside of the cushiony white diaper.
“Do I feel a poopy diaper in my lap?†Your mommy asked knowingly. “It sure smells like a poopy diaper. It’s warm like a poopy diaper. It’s squishy like a poopy diaper. But is it a poopy diaper?†As your mommy fed you your bottle, you filled your Pampers diaper.
“We should check when he’s done,†Aunt Molly giggled. “We want to make sure.â€
Grandma smiled at her girls proudly. She beamed that they had turned into such good mothers for their children and knew exactly how to shower a baby with all the love and affection and care that a baby needs.
As you finished your bottle and Mommy pulled the nipple away with a soft singsongy “all goneâ€, Grandma reached out and picked you up from her lap, holding you by your armpits with your bottom facing Grandma. The seat of your corduroy overalls was noticeably lumpier around your bottom and as Grandma put her nose to your bottom and took a small whiff, she winced and held you out. “We can check, but I know a super duper poopy diaper when I smell one, and this baby has one of the super-duperest goopiest poopiest diaper I’ve ever smelled!â€
Your mommy and Aunt Molly giggled as Aunt Molly got up and turned the kitchen fan on so you didn’t stink up the leftovers, which your grandpa and uncles would undoubtedly be coming for in a little while.
“Such a poopy diaper can leak very quickly,†Aunt Molly noted as she took you from Grandma, holding you by the armpits so as not to squish the mess and make your pampers leak all over your pretty overalls. “Mom, where should we change him?â€
“The changing table is all set up in the back room,†Grandma noted as she cleaned up the highchair and the baby food, leaving you to your mommy and your aunt. “I went out to the store last night and made sure we had everything we need to clean up after a baby’s first Thanksgiving dinner.â€
Your mommy thanked your Grandma, offering to pay her back, but Grandma wouldn’t hear it. Only the best for her baby grandchild.
Aunt Molly carried you with arms outstretched out of the kitchen and towards the back room down the hallway, away from the living room. She could hear the sounds of her own children, your cousins, playing inside, giggling and screaming and yelling away. As the door opened, all your cousins turned on you. “Okay, kids,†Mommy said, coming up behind Aunt Molly. “We have to get in here and change the baby.â€
All your cousins were potty trained, the youngest having just finished, and so they all thought poopy baby diapers were incredibly gross and smelly. They all held their noses and ran from the room in a chorus of “Ewwwww!â€s, especially the girls. Mommy and Aunt Molly smiled at one another. They knew that one day the little girls feel differently once they had their own babies.
They turned off the TV and turned their attention to the changing table across the room. Grandma had not disappointed. The changing table was fully stocked with brand new packages of Pampers Size 3 diapers, full bottles of Johnson’s Baby Lotion and Baby Powder, a brand new box of scented Baby Fresh wipes, and a fresh tube of Desitin in case such a big mess was too much for your little bottom to handle. Mommy and Aunt Molly glowed at how thoughtful Grandma had been.
Aunt Molly carefully laid you down on plastic white mat as Mommy undid the button hooks over your corduroy overalls and took off your little sneakers and baby socks, setting them on a lower shelf so they stayed out of the mess waiting to be exposed.
Your kicked and babbled excitedly as Mommy shimmied your overalls off and your diaper came into full view of the two women. They both blushed and smiled warmly at the sigh of the seat of your Pampers diaper, discolored and bulging considerably. You had a very full Thanksgiving dinner and now your diapers were proof!
“Is it time to change the stinky baby?†Aunt Molly said, coming around to the head of the changing table to distract you while Mommy took on her motherly duties of wiping and powdering your stinky bottom. “I think it is. I think we need to change your stinky bottom, yes we do. Mommy and Aunt Molly are gonna make you smell like wipies and baby powder. Yeah, this little baby made a great big poopy and now we gotta clean it all up, yes we do.â€
As Aunt Molly cooed and made silly faces, playing with your fingers and keeping your attention, Mommy took advantage of your distracted self and undid the first tape on your teddy bear pampers, and then the other tape. Carefully, carefully, she lowered it, popping the lid on the pink box of Baby Fresh wipes and fetching the first wipe, quickly draping it over your front as the diaper released you from the stinky steamy swamp between your legs and cool air rushed over your skin. She smiled warmly as the wipe caught your little surprise squirt as she lowered the diaper the rest of the way.
“Oh my goodness,†Mommy gasped, fanning her nose. Aunt Molly looked up, but was already fanning her nose before she could see inside your diaper. Inside was a thick mushy peanut butter poop! And oh goodness how it smelled! It didn’t take long at all for the back room to start smelling like a poopy diaper as the fragrance of your mess filled the air. Watching your mommy and Aunt Molly fanning their noses was so funny to you. You giggled wildly, kicking your legs out and bouncing on the changing table excitedly.
With a clean spot on your Pampers nowhere in site, Mommy raced back to the baby wipes, lifting your bottom by your ankles as she took the quilted scented wipe and ran it gently down your bottom from front to back. Wipe after wipe, you cooed and babbled as Mommy gently washed your bottom clean with lots of baby wipes.
You loved the way your favorite Baby Fresh wipes tickled your skin and made it smell so good as the scent of so many baby wipes made the room go from smelling like a poopy diaper to smelling more like your baby room at home. Mommy liked how these wipes had aloe in them and gently soothed your skin, making sure your chubby little rear stayed soft and sweet with every new wet and messy diaper change.
Mommy had used about half the tub of wipes when your diaper area was finally spic-and-span. By the time she was finished, the large pile of poop in your diaper had been thoroughly covered with baby wipes. Mommy wrapped up the messy diaper and placed it in the diaper pail next to the changing table as she reached under the table and pulled out a fresh Pampers diaper with playful little teddy bears on the waistband. “Ready for a fresh clean diapie, pumpkin?†Mommy cooed to you as she brought the diaper close enough to you that you could reach out and feel its cool smooth plastic exterior, making you smile happily as it crinkled in your little hands. Mommy giggled too as she unfolded it and lifted your bottom up in the air, placing the new diaper right under your freshly-clean bottom.
“Mind if I finish?†Aunt Molly said, wanting in on the fun, as Mommy smiled and nodded, switching places with her sister, grabbing another wipe from the box to clean her hands with. Walking around, she saw there was still a little baby food under your chin. She grabbed one more wipe and tickled you under your chin, making you giggle and wiggle so much at your mommy’s tickly chin cleaning.
“Coochie coochie coo, Mommy loves you!†Mommy cooed as Aunt Molly went right for the big bottles of Johnson’s Baby products, pouring a generous dollop of pink lotion into her hands and rubbing it into your bottom and diaper area. It didn’t look like the mess had had enough time to make you rashy, so Aunt Molly figured a healthy amount of lotion and powder would keep your baby bottom perfectly soft and healthy. Wiping her own hands with a wipe once she was done with the lotion treatment, she repeated the same with the baby powder, little puffs of white billowing up where she rubbed the powder as you looked down curiously.
“What’s that?†Mommy whispered to you. “Is Aunt Molly powdering your bottom? I think she is. Yeah, Aunt Molly’s making your bottom all baby clean and dry for your new Pampers. Mommy’s baby smells so good again.
As Aunt Molly taped up your new Pampers, snug and secure, undid the safety strap, and began to dress you in your little overalls again, Mommy leaned over the changing table, touching noses with you. â€You made mommy so happy to eat such a big meal and make such a big poopy. We had such a fun Thanksgiving, didn’t we sweetie? Mommy loves you so much, pumpkin. Happy first Thanksgiving.â€
As she kissed you on your forehead, Aunt Molly hooked the buttons on your overalls and raised her hands in the air triumphantly. “All done!†she cheered as Mommy whisked you off the table, high into the air and pulled you close, giving you lots of excited kisses on your cheek. You were overcome with squeals of happiness and laughter. So spoiled with love and tenderness, you would always think your first Thanksgiving was one of your best!
The Messy Thanksgiving Dinner
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You're too kind, mommies. Sorry for the delay in replying. It's been a very busy two months. Thank you and I'm glad you (and hopefully everyone else) enjoyed my holiday story!-
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Wow! How did I miss this? 
I guess I was too busy with other stuff in my life.
Anyway, it's an awesome story! I love it!
And I like the fact that we "borrow" from each other in our writing. I see a lot of my own writing in yours, and you give me some awesome ideas. And your attention to detail is amazing. That's one of the things I'm working: more detail. (I love how the Thanksgiving dinner goes from the tummy into the pants, "like an unclogged drain.") Love the attention to detail.
Keep up the great work my friend!
I guess I was too busy with other stuff in my life.
Anyway, it's an awesome story! I love it!
And I like the fact that we "borrow" from each other in our writing. I see a lot of my own writing in yours, and you give me some awesome ideas. And your attention to detail is amazing. That's one of the things I'm working: more detail. (I love how the Thanksgiving dinner goes from the tummy into the pants, "like an unclogged drain.") Love the attention to detail.
Keep up the great work my friend!
"Uh, oh, Mommy smells something."
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I'm glad you enjoyed it, Busy Britches 
I re-read it on Thanksgiving myself, and I wonder if anyone else did the same. Oh to be a little roley-poley baby again doted on by everyone, getting your tummy filled and your diaper changed and showered with smiles all the while. I have so much thanks for all the mommies here that make us feel that special kind of love again
I re-read it on Thanksgiving myself, and I wonder if anyone else did the same. Oh to be a little roley-poley baby again doted on by everyone, getting your tummy filled and your diaper changed and showered with smiles all the while. I have so much thanks for all the mommies here that make us feel that special kind of love again Love is a fresh baby wipe, a crinkly diaper, a sprinkling of powder, and a big kiss on the cheek!
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