Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.
Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 4:50 am
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are."
When Marty was a baby, this was the nursery rhyme that his Mother would often sing to him. During feedings and burpings, playtime and bathtime, and all the endless diaper changes, his Mother would smile and sing this nursery rhyme. Marty was her beautiful baby boy, her "little star" up above the world so high, just like a diamond in the sky. She was in love with her baby, and Marty was in love with his mommy too.
One morning, after Marty had finished his bottle, his Mother laid a soft cloth diaper over her sholder, and began to burp him.
With one hand on his soft diapered bottom, and the other gently patting his back, his Mother rocked him in the rocking chair, softly cooing to him.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky."
Since he was only 6 months-old, Marty didn't understand the words of this nursery rhyme, but the sweet sounds his Mother made, along with the loving pats on his back and bottom, all let him know that he was loved and cared for. Although the gas in his little tummy felt awful, his Mother seemed to be drawing it out of him, and making him feel better. She was a loving and experenced Mommy, who knew how to get Marty to brup. Her left hand would massage his back, gently rubbing and patting, searching for that gas bubble she knew was there, while her right hand would softly pat and massage his diapered bottom, singing to him as she rocked him in the rocking chair.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky."
Within a few minutes, Marty let out a huge burp
......
......which brought a warm, motherly smile to his Mommy's face, as well as lot's of kisses and coos.
"Goodness gracious! Hims made a big burpie for mommy! Yeah, that's what mommy wants to hear! Goodness hims got a gassy tummy, hua? Yeah, mommy knows hims got a gassy tummy."
After he bruped, Marty laid his head on his Mother's sholder, and enjoyed the soothing rocking motion as she rocked back and forth in the rocking chair, and lovingly patted his soft diapered bottom. Even though Marty was double diapered with thick cloth diapers and plastic baby panties, he could feel his Mother's hand on his seat, gently and lovingly patting his soft diapered bottom, Pat, Pat, Pat, Pat, Pat. And she was smiling and singing to him too.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky."
Marty was just about to fall asleep, when he tooted into his diaper, and his Mother could feel him tooting as she patted his bottom.
"My goodness! Hims just tooted for mommy! Yes hims did! Yeah, mommy felt something in Marty's britches!"
His Mother then kissed him on the cheek, and pulled back his baby pants, peering into the seat of his diaper, looking for any sign of a poopy bottom. Although she knew it probably was just gas, his Mother always checked Marty's diaper whenever he tooted.
"Are you just tooting for mommy?" She sweetly asked, pulling back his pants and looking down inside his diaper. As she pulled back his pants, and checked his diaper, the pungent aroma of his toot wafted up to her nose, and made his Mother smile. His Mother would often smile when she checked his diaper and smelled a stinky toot.
Far from being offensive, his Mother found the smell of his stinky toots to be sweet and fragrent, like a flower in Spring Time.
But how can a toot be both stinky and sweet at the same time?
Well, only a loving mommy knows the answer to that question.
As his Mother sniffed the air, she smiled and wrinkled up her nose, pretending to "shooo" away the stinky toot, all the time enjoying it's pungent aroma.
"Shooooo! Hims got stinky toots this morning! Goodness gracious! Mommy smells a stinky, winky, tooty, toot, toot! Shooooo-wee!"
After checking his pants for poop, his mother held Marty close, and kept on rocking him, and lovingly patting his diapered bottom as she softly sang to him.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky."
The rocking motion of the rocking chair, his full tummy, those soft loving pats on his bottom, and the sound of his Mother"s voice, were all having the desired effect of making Marty very sleeply. As he started to close his eyes, Marty looked around the nursery, and saw Eeyore and Pooh Bear smiling down at him from the nursery wall. It seems that they too, were pleased with his brups and toots, and enjoying the soothing sound of his Mother's voice as she sang, "Twinkle, thinkle, little star."
In the soft, loving, enviorment of the nursery, and in the arms of his pretty mommy, Marty found a world of comfort and unconditional love. Safe and secure in soft cloth diapers and plastic baby panties, Marty could pee, or toot, or fill his pants, and far from being offended by it, his Mother always loved it when Marty did something in his pants, even if it was just a stinky toot.
Outside the walls of the nursery, the world was filled with hate and violence, pain and suffering. People did bad things to each other, and there was no trust, no forgiveness, and no unconditional motherly love.
But inside the nursery, there was love, and trust, and forgiveness.
From the pictures of Eeyore and Pooh Bear on the walls, to the stacks of fluffy cloth diapers on the changing table, to the sent of baby powder in the air, everything in the nursery was designed to give Marty comfort and security. And within the nursery, was the center of Marty's universe: His loving Mother.
She was everything to Marty, and Marty was the center of her world too. They were in love with each other, and for Marty, there was no other place he would rather be, then in the arms of his pretty mommy being rocked to sleep. As he closed his eyes in complete bliss and comfort, he kept feeling those soft pats on his diapered bottom, as he listened to her beautiful voice singing to him.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star."
THE END.
Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are."
When Marty was a baby, this was the nursery rhyme that his Mother would often sing to him. During feedings and burpings, playtime and bathtime, and all the endless diaper changes, his Mother would smile and sing this nursery rhyme. Marty was her beautiful baby boy, her "little star" up above the world so high, just like a diamond in the sky. She was in love with her baby, and Marty was in love with his mommy too.
One morning, after Marty had finished his bottle, his Mother laid a soft cloth diaper over her sholder, and began to burp him.
With one hand on his soft diapered bottom, and the other gently patting his back, his Mother rocked him in the rocking chair, softly cooing to him.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky."
Since he was only 6 months-old, Marty didn't understand the words of this nursery rhyme, but the sweet sounds his Mother made, along with the loving pats on his back and bottom, all let him know that he was loved and cared for. Although the gas in his little tummy felt awful, his Mother seemed to be drawing it out of him, and making him feel better. She was a loving and experenced Mommy, who knew how to get Marty to brup. Her left hand would massage his back, gently rubbing and patting, searching for that gas bubble she knew was there, while her right hand would softly pat and massage his diapered bottom, singing to him as she rocked him in the rocking chair.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky."
Within a few minutes, Marty let out a huge burp
...... ......which brought a warm, motherly smile to his Mommy's face, as well as lot's of kisses and coos.
"Goodness gracious! Hims made a big burpie for mommy! Yeah, that's what mommy wants to hear! Goodness hims got a gassy tummy, hua? Yeah, mommy knows hims got a gassy tummy."
After he bruped, Marty laid his head on his Mother's sholder, and enjoyed the soothing rocking motion as she rocked back and forth in the rocking chair, and lovingly patted his soft diapered bottom. Even though Marty was double diapered with thick cloth diapers and plastic baby panties, he could feel his Mother's hand on his seat, gently and lovingly patting his soft diapered bottom, Pat, Pat, Pat, Pat, Pat. And she was smiling and singing to him too.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky."
Marty was just about to fall asleep, when he tooted into his diaper, and his Mother could feel him tooting as she patted his bottom.
"My goodness! Hims just tooted for mommy! Yes hims did! Yeah, mommy felt something in Marty's britches!"
His Mother then kissed him on the cheek, and pulled back his baby pants, peering into the seat of his diaper, looking for any sign of a poopy bottom. Although she knew it probably was just gas, his Mother always checked Marty's diaper whenever he tooted.
"Are you just tooting for mommy?" She sweetly asked, pulling back his pants and looking down inside his diaper. As she pulled back his pants, and checked his diaper, the pungent aroma of his toot wafted up to her nose, and made his Mother smile. His Mother would often smile when she checked his diaper and smelled a stinky toot.
Far from being offensive, his Mother found the smell of his stinky toots to be sweet and fragrent, like a flower in Spring Time.
But how can a toot be both stinky and sweet at the same time?
Well, only a loving mommy knows the answer to that question.
As his Mother sniffed the air, she smiled and wrinkled up her nose, pretending to "shooo" away the stinky toot, all the time enjoying it's pungent aroma.
"Shooooo! Hims got stinky toots this morning! Goodness gracious! Mommy smells a stinky, winky, tooty, toot, toot! Shooooo-wee!"
After checking his pants for poop, his mother held Marty close, and kept on rocking him, and lovingly patting his diapered bottom as she softly sang to him.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky."
The rocking motion of the rocking chair, his full tummy, those soft loving pats on his bottom, and the sound of his Mother"s voice, were all having the desired effect of making Marty very sleeply. As he started to close his eyes, Marty looked around the nursery, and saw Eeyore and Pooh Bear smiling down at him from the nursery wall. It seems that they too, were pleased with his brups and toots, and enjoying the soothing sound of his Mother's voice as she sang, "Twinkle, thinkle, little star."
In the soft, loving, enviorment of the nursery, and in the arms of his pretty mommy, Marty found a world of comfort and unconditional love. Safe and secure in soft cloth diapers and plastic baby panties, Marty could pee, or toot, or fill his pants, and far from being offended by it, his Mother always loved it when Marty did something in his pants, even if it was just a stinky toot.
Outside the walls of the nursery, the world was filled with hate and violence, pain and suffering. People did bad things to each other, and there was no trust, no forgiveness, and no unconditional motherly love.
But inside the nursery, there was love, and trust, and forgiveness.
From the pictures of Eeyore and Pooh Bear on the walls, to the stacks of fluffy cloth diapers on the changing table, to the sent of baby powder in the air, everything in the nursery was designed to give Marty comfort and security. And within the nursery, was the center of Marty's universe: His loving Mother.
She was everything to Marty, and Marty was the center of her world too. They were in love with each other, and for Marty, there was no other place he would rather be, then in the arms of his pretty mommy being rocked to sleep. As he closed his eyes in complete bliss and comfort, he kept feeling those soft pats on his diapered bottom, as he listened to her beautiful voice singing to him.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star."
THE END.
For Daddy it was when he would bounce me on his knee,riding in the car or on a weekend as he would sit me in the high chair while he cooked breakfast to give mommy a little extra time to sleep. Something loving felt when a parent hums to you. Both where very nurtering parents tis why PhoneAMommy is a great place! I get to enjoy being the little girl in me still and being mommy at the same time 
