Many of you already know me, because I'm a part of baby Marty, and his fantasy. Marty was born to a woman who did not love him the way a mother should. In responce to the trama he suffered in childhood, Marty created me in his mind to cope with it. When his drunken stepfather came home, Marty would hide under his bed in terror, and I would come to him and lead him into a fantasy nursery where I had soft diapers and motherly love waiting for him. Whenever the bullies would beat him up on the playground, it was me that Marty was thinking of, his mommy, the woman who wiped away his tears and changed his poopy diaper.
And yes, Marty is a little stinker. LOL.
I only feed him fresh healthy baby food, with lot's of veggies and a special formula in his bottle, which makes for a lot of stinky gas and 3 to 4 poopy diapers a day. LOL
But I don't mind his stinky toots or poopy diapers. It's all part of being Marty's Mommy.
A Mother's Dictionary, THE TWO MINUTE WARNING: When your baby's face turns red,
and he makes those familiar grunting noises.
Hello Marty's Mom and welcome! I never knew all of Martys history, I am so glad he has you to care for him. I am glad we can be here for him as well. We love Marty and we enjoy his stories. I am so happy he is safe with us Mommies protecting him.
It is a pleasure to meet you and again welcome to the site
