Pattycake

[Pamper Crinkles]

It was a surprisingly warm day in late September. There wasn't a cloud in the sky as the midday sun shined down over a little town in the heart of America, and in that little town was a little neighborhood with a little street and a little house, and in that little house was a little baby named Patty.

Patty was all smiles that early afternoon in her baggy pink shorts and ice cream cone T-shirt. She was also wearing a big pink bib with Minnie Mouse on the front, as it was lunchtime. Her beautiful mommy had fed her a yummy lunch of mushy carrot baby food, one of Patty's favorites, but then came a really special treat! Just a few days ago, Patty had celebrated turning a whole year old and got her first piece of chocolate cake ever. She had made a complete mess of herself and Mommy had taken lots of pictures. Patty thought the cake she had was all she would get, but Mommy loved Patty so much, she saved a few slices to give Patty through the rest of the week.

Patty squealed, wiggling her chubby legs up and down in her highchair as her Pampers Baby Dry diaper crinkled underneath her pink shorts. Mommy brought out a small piece of cake for Patty's lunchtime dessert for being such a good girl and eating all her carrots. Mommy giggled as she watched Patty tear into the cake, full of glee as she brought up mashed handfuls of chocolate and frosting to her mouth, smearing it all over her face. Mommy sure was glad Patty had a bib on! She was making such a big mess!

Mommy was very well-prepared though, and had a big tub of Pampers baby wipes on the table next to her, and while Patty and Mommy giggled their way through dessert time, Mommy was all smiles and no worries as she opened up the bright blue box and pulled out a few of the scented wipes. She cooed to Patty so as to keep squirming to a minimum as she wiped each of her hands, her chocolately cheeks, up under her chin, and even her little nose.

"What a messy baby!" Mommy cooed softly as she dabbed at her daughter's nose playfully. Patty babbled proudly, knowing she had done her job as a good baby girl to make her face a big mess for Mommy to clean up. But both Patty and Mommy knew that Patty's messes were far from over.

After everyone had gone home from Patty's birthday party last weekend, Mommy was left to change Patty's diaper. It was then that she learned that when Patty eats chocolate cake, Patty makes her own special "Pattycake" right inside her baby pants. It was such a big full mess that it caught Mommy completely off guard, but this afternoon, Mommy was well-aware of what was bubbling inside Patty's tummy as she removed the highchair tray and picked Patty up. Holding the baby tight around the waist with one arm, she strolled towards the living room with the tub of baby wipes in the other hand, knowing with a soft smile that she would need every last one in just a little while.

The sun was shining brightly through the delicate white curtains as Mommy set the baby wipes down on the little table next to the couch. She saw Patty's diaper bag was at her feet as she sat down as she cradled her little one in her arms. Lunchtime wasn't over yet.

Patty babbled excitedly as Mommy sat down on the couch, laying her in the warmth of Mommy's lap as Mommy unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped the cup of her nursing bra. Patty was a smart baby, and knew exactly what to do as she placed her little hands on Mommy's breast and pulled it towards her mouth, latching on and suckling gently. Mommy cooed as Patty drank her milk, holding her close with one hand and playing with her tiny brunette pigtails with the other.

"There we go," Mommy soothed as Patty continued nursing, eyes closed and completely content. "What a big girl you're growing to be, but still Mommy's little angel. That's right, drink some more. Mommy's got lots of yummy milk just for you, sweet girl. It's so good for your tummy, yes it is, and you love how comfortable it is to be nursing in Mommy's lap, yes you do."

Patty loved the sound of her mommy's voice more than any other sound. It drowned out everything when she heard the soft gentle coo of her words, even if she couldn't understand all of them yet. Not the birds chirping outside, or the cars driving by, or even the soft rumbling in her tummy could be heard over her mommy's soft loving voice. Of course, Mommy could hear them all, especially her tummy.

"Oh, what's that?" Mommy gasped, sounding excited in a silly way. "Was that Patty's tummy? Did Patty's tumbly make a rumbly? I think it did! I think something's coming, yes it is. Patty's making a Pattycake, yes she is."

Patty was beginning to squirm, not from her tummy, but from Mommy's breast. It was empty and - being the little glutton she was - she was still hungry. Mommy soothed her as she quickly switched her to the other breast as Patty's tummy rumbled a little louder, gurgling even.

"Oh oh, and Patty's drinking more of Mommy's milk? Patty's making a big Pattycake, isn't she? That's right, when Patty eats chocolate cake, Patty makes a Pattycake!"

Patty wiggled a little in Mommy's lap as she open and closed her legs, and Mommy knew Patty's "Pattycake" was ready to be delivered into her Pampers Baby Dry diaper. Mommy held Patty close, kissing the side of her head as she nursed. The baby girl shivered a little as Mommy held her, stopping her nursing only momentarily, her face turning warm and red against Mommy's breast as she pushed and grunted. The combination of mushy carrots, rich chocolate birthday cake, and Mommy's warm milk made for a thick brown muddy poo that quickly began to fill her baby pants, making the seat of her baggy pink shorts bulge out. Mommy switched from tousling Patty's pigtails to patting Patty's "Pattycake", and singing the silly nursery rhyme she had thought of when changing Patty's diaper on her birthday.

"Pattycake, Pattycake, what's that smell?
It's a poopy diaper, Mommy can tell!
Rub it, and pat it, and fill it with a wee
Then plop it on the changing pad for Mommy to clean!"

As Patty finished nursing, Mommy fastened the cups of her nursing bra, lifting Patty over her shoulder to burp her. When all the gas was out of her tummy, Mommy held Patty high in the air, causing her to giggle wildly. "I think I smell a poopy Patty!" Mommy teased in a sing-song voice. "Does Mommy have to change a poopy Patty?"

Patty covered her face, being silly like Mommy. Mommy turned Patty around and pressed her nose to the back of her pink shorts and taking an audible "sniff, sniff, sniff" of them. She held Patty outward as she turned her head, being overdramatic as she reacted to the smell of her daughter's messy diaper. "Peeeeuuuuuuu! It smells like a poopy Patty! But Mommy has to see if it's a poopy Patty, doesn't she? It could just be poofs and poots, and Mommy doesn't need to change a diaper if it's only poofs and poots, does she?"

Patty wriggled as Mommy pulled her over her shoulder, holding her with one hand as she tucked a finger into the waistband of her diaper, pulling it out and making it crinkle as she pulled the waistband back and took a peek inside. Mommy was right! It was the same thick sticky brown mess Patty made on her birthday. Patty made a "Pattycake"!

"My goodness, pumpkin, you really are a poopy Patty! Mommy's gotta get you all cleaned up now, yes she does," Mommy said as she held onto Patty, sliding down off the couch and onto the carpet. Mommy's words sounded so happy and cheerful, but that's because Mommy loved her baby so much that she even loved cleaning up the poopiest of her diapers. Every moment, even the messy ones, was a special moment for Mommy and Patty to bond, and Mommy would always make the most of them.

Mommy spread out the bright green wipe-clean changing mat from Patty's diaper bag, spreading it out on the carpet and laying Patty and her "Pattycake" on top. She gave Patty a noisy toy to occupy her as she took out a clean Pampers diaper, a little bottle of baby powder, and a tube of Desitin. Last, she grabbed the blue tub of baby wipes off the little side table and placed it down near her knees.

Shimmying Patty out of her little shorts, Mommy got her first real good look at Patty's diaper, already fading from pure white to a much more stinky shade of brown. Unlike Patty's birthday, when this surprised Mommy, Mommy continued to smile happily and never let Patty think that she wasn't a good baby for showing Mommy how healthy her tummy was.

"First we untape the left tab," Mommy said, knowing that diaper changes were such a good learning opportunity, untaping the left side of Patty's diaper from Patty's perspective. The sticky tab peeled off, then Mommy moved her hands to the other side. "Then we untape the right tab," she said in the same patient teaching voice. As the diaper came undone, both Mommy and Patty could really smell what Patty had cooked up over lunchtime. Patty covered her nose, giggling and kicking as Mommy grabbed her ankles together, pulling them up as she pulled the diaper down.

It looked as though Patty had recreated her chocolate cake piece in her image, stickier, mushier, and much much smellier! Mommy fanned her nose with her hand as she acted silly again for Patty. "My goodness, Patty-pie! How can such an itty bitty baby make such an icky-sticky poopy?"

Patty giggled as Mommy kept her legs up with one hand, looking to the side as Mommy's free hand opened the tub of well-needed baby wipes again. "How many wipies do you think Mommy needs, hmm?" Mommy asked Patty, as she began to count them.

"One wipie?" Mommy said, taking out a wipe and laying it unfolded over her bended knee before reaching back into the plastic bin for another. "Two wipies? Three? Four?" Mommy counted all the way up to ten when she stopped. "Uh-huh, I think it's a ten-wiper, just like Sunday."

Patty giggled as Mommy counted each wipe again, this time as she wiped Patty's messy bottom and diaper area clean, going over every nook and cranny so there was no chance she would get an infection. Patty babbled all the while, shaking the noisy toy as each fresh wipe made her more and more clean and fresh.

When Mommy was done, there was a whole big pile of dirty wipes covering the Pattycake. Mommy pulled the messy diaper out from Patty's now-clean bottom and rolled it up, placing it to the side so she could put it in the Diaper Genie when she took Patty to the nursery for her nap.

Still holding Patty's legs high in the air, Mommy expertly unfolded the clean Pampers diaper with one hand, scootching it up under her baby girl. Laying Patty down, she put a dab of Desitin on each of Patty's bottom cheeks before unscrewing the cap on the little baby powder bottle. Mommy shook a generous amount over Patty's bottom and even a little in her diaper, to make sure she didn't get a rash. When she was all done, she taped the diaper up and leaned over Patty to give her an eskimo kiss for being so good for her diaper change.

Patty babbled happily as she rubbed her nose against Mommy's, patting Mommy's cheeks with her little hands. Lifting Patty up, she cradled her to her chest, her little head resting on her shoulder as she rubbed her back and bounced her a little in her arms. "All done," Mommy cooed, kissing Patty on the cheek as she walked down the hall to Patty's nursery to lay her down for her afternoon nap, where she would dream sweet baby dreams of how much she loved her beautiful, kind, caring mommy.

[Little Stinky Britches]

Fantastic story! I love it!

You are correct, we share much in common, but of course there are differences in our mommy/baby fantasies. However, it is those common things I find of most interest.

For example, when Patty's mommy smells her poopy diaper, she fans her face, pretending to shoo-away the smell. I tend to put stuff like that in my stories, because I have watched real-life moms do the exact same thing with their stinky babies.

I can't begin to tell you how many times when I was growing up, I saw a mom playfully, and in a silly way, fan her face, or fan the air under her nose to pretend to "shoo-away" the poop smell. I remember many times the mom would wave her hand back and forth, wrinkling up her nose, playfully saying things like, "Shoooo! Oh you stink. Peeeeewwwww! Mommy smell something."

As a child, I always found that to be comforting and it always made me feel "babyish" and little, and I remember feelings of embarrassment when the room smelled like poop, and a mommy was pretending to shoo-away the odor in their baby's pants when they changed them.

Awesome story! You are a great writer Pamper Crinkles!

[Pamper Crinkles]

The fanning is something I took from your stories, to be honest. It was such a silly but loving image. I've never seen it myself, but I love the idea of a mommy fanning her nose quite a bit

And thank you very much! I hope to have more stories up here soon!