tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88647873187585864282024-03-12T16:11:51.962-07:00a closet lifeAn exploration into the life of a married infantilist. If you're an adult baby, diaper lover, age player or are completely new to this subject, I invite you to come in and discover the truth behind infantilism.DLDexterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04131663228395561572noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864787318758586428.post-45470342893713479482016-10-13T19:38:00.001-07:002016-10-13T19:38:28.613-07:00taking a break<p dir="ltr">Taking an official break for a while. It's been fun.</p>
DLDexterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04131663228395561572noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864787318758586428.post-31236477802710186752016-09-12T11:12:00.002-07:002016-09-12T11:13:29.341-07:00happy monday to meIt's been tough finding the time and/or energy to keep up with this blog, but I'm still pretty active on twitter if you want to keep up with me. Here's a little update on whats been going on.<br />
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So my kids have gotten so big and so smart. It's still amazing to watch them learn and grown every day. They're not without their challenges and there's days I want to pull my hair out, but I wouldn't change it for the world.<br />
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I reserved my ticket for CAPCON 2017! I'm so excited to join the community for what will end up being a weekend of very interesting experiences. I've read a bunch of posts and recaps of years past, but I'm still not sure what to expect. I'm thankful that a good AB friend of mine is willing to share a room with me and show me the ropes. Should be interesting.<br />
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I had a rather scary and expensive morning so far. On my way to work I all of a sudden felt what I thought was my front tire bursting, followed by a grinding as I drove in bumper to bumper traffic. Thankfully I was able to quickly pull to the side of the highway and inspect the damage. To my surprise there was no damage to my tire or rim which left me puzzled.<br />
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I could barely make out any damage in the darkness of early morning, even aided by my cell phone light. (can you even call the thing on my pocket a phone anymore?) I got back in my car and texted my wife, who was still sleeping as it was 5:45 in the morning. "Something broke on my car" was all I wrote, I didn't know else to say. I really didn't have any more information to share.<br />
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We had a brief conversation about how to get a tow truck through our chosen armed services financial institution, and hung up. A police car pulled as we hung up and I reiterated my confusion and lack of information with "Something broke on my car." He seemed puzzled and took a look himself. After driving forward a couple feet he determined my brake pad had exploded and said he would help me off the highway to a gas station.<br />
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After parking and looking again, his description seemed correct, so I found a garage next to the nearest train station so I could still get to work. The grinding stopped after I felt and heard some more metallic stuff break off my wheel. I'm not sure if this was good or bad, but for some reason I felt better about driving it and considered driving into work and dealing with it later. My wife advised against it and I pulled into the mechanic's parking lot. I snapped the following picture and felt considerable worse about my situation.<br />
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That would be the head, I believe they called it, completely free from the rest of the rotor. I had to wait almost an hour for the mechanic to open, but when he finally looked at it, he was rather surprised. Apparently this is very rare, especially since they determined it was caused by heat and stress, and not a physical object.</div>
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I left it with them and caught a train to work. I was only 90 minutes late, but I was supposed to be teching a show this morning so my director had to cover. Not terrible, but lost hours means lost money. And lost hours due to a problem costing lots of money is an issue.</div>
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The not so fun part came later when the mechanic called and of course tried to sell me on a ton of stuff I didn't need, and couldn't afford. He said there was some visible stress fractures on the other front rotor and suggested at least replacing both along with my nearly dead pads. I agreed and should have a fixed car by the time I leave work.</div>
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<p dir="ltr">The strangest thing that has ever been inside my diaper is not even close to what you'd imagine. In the beginning of my obsession <u>with</u> diapers I used to make them out of anything I could get my hands on. I remember being about six years old and having a wooden toy, fairly gun-shaped, that of course was used as a gun during many of my childhood imagination play sessions, ie the beginning of Toy Story 3. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Well, I was also experimenting with different ways of making diapers because I was too young to buy any. Of course, at this point in my life, I don't think buying any was even in the back of my mind. I didn't even really understand what was going on, and I didn't really realize they made diapers for adults. I did use to steal some from my grandmother's stash of baby diapers for my cousins, of which there are now 30, and the youngest is currently about 25 years younger than me, but I digress. </p>
<p dir="ltr">One of the things I used to make my own diaper was one of the blankets we kept on the living room couch, I'm currently sitting next to that very same blanket actually. Why can't I ever buy anything that lasts this long? I digress again. So I found some comically large safety pins in my house and used them to fasten the blanket around me as if it was a diaper. Since it was a blanket that the whole family used to keep ourselves warm while watching TV, I couldn't just pee in it or anything, so I had to improvise. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Well one thing led to another and my improvisation turned towards simulating a messy diaper. I don't know how it happened, or what my thought process was, but one day I decided to try that wooden toy gun looking thing. I strapped on my blanket diaper and stuck that wooden toy down the back of it.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The funny thing about that is, well I guess there's a lot of funny things about this, but I remember liking it so much that I did it once in awhile for years. I kind of wish I knew where that wooden toy was today, but I'm sure it got thrown away years ago. Probably for the best. </p>
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Today is my sisters boyfriend's birthday. We work up around the normal 730 am to the lovely cries of my youngest wanting to be let out of her crib. She's smart enough and agile enough to climb out herself, but we put her in a sleeping bag at night to keep her warm. She likes to roll around and throw the blankets off so she used to wake up freezing during the winter. </div>
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I feel like I checked the time about a hundred times hoping it was time bronco to my sister's boyfriend's birthday party. We were meeting my parents and my sister and her boyfriend at a local sports bar/fun center for dinner before we would part she in the "fun center" portion of location. This place is pretty sweet actually. Good food and a bunch of arcade games, along with a small big ball bowling alley in the back. The best part of this situation is that my mother-in-law (MiL) offered to take the kids home after dinner so my wife and I could enjoy ourselves. </div>
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Our ingenious plan was to have my mother-in-law take our kids home in my car, and we would get a ride home with my sister and her boyfriend. We figured we could drink as much as we wanted and didn't have to worry about driving home. Well, we were both about done with being there by 11pm, and my wife didn't end up drinking because she wasn't feeling too well. So we stayed out way longer than we wanted to for basically no reason. Oh well, live and learn, then get Luvs.</div>
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Thankfully it's Friday. I went in super early this morning and got out at 1pm. I ended up meeting my wife, kids and mother-in-law (MiL) at a Japanese restaurant near the local mall. This would have been a great time for a late lunch, but I had already eaten at work before I left. I work in a hotel in Boston so I get free food every day. I wouldn't pass up the amazing chicken parmesan they make.<br />
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The restaurant we went to was one of those hot pot restaurants where you order a large bowl of broth and a bunch of raw ingredients. You then cook the ingredients in the broth on a stove top burner in the center of your table. It makes this amazing soup/stew concoction that always tastes amazing.<br />
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Anyway, after lunch we spent a few hours walking around the mall. My wife needed some new clothes, my kids needed new shoes, and we wanted to get ideas for my oldest's 3rd birthday in a month. Speaking of my oldest daughter, she is adorable, and very smart. She also can navigate an escalator without hesitation or help. She doesn't, however, quite understand that escalators only go in one direction. Well, she might understand now after I spent what felt like 5 minutes explaining it to her at the mall.<br />
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See, the down escalator was broken, <a href="https://youtu.be/bVceIdoWf5o?t=6m18s" target="_blank">insert Mitch Hedberg joke here</a>, so after we rode the escalator up to the second floor, my daughter decided she had to go back and see her mommy immediately. Since she didn't quite grasp the idea that an escalator was a bit different than a regular set of stairs, she proceeded to turn right around and try to go down the up side. I had to drag her away kicking and screaming as she tripped trying to get her feet on the moving stairs. It took a few minutes of explaining, but she finally agreed to go with me to find a working down escalator or elevator. Some day later I'll tell her about adolescent daddy who used to run up and down the opposite side of the mall escalator with his friends. Best not mention it now.<br />
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I was up and out of the house real early today. After an 11 hour day, I got home around 8. My wife called me soon after, having just left class, suggesting that we go out when she got home. I had to decline because I needed to get up at 4am the next morning. At this point, my alarm would be going off in about 7.5 hours. </div>
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I took a seat on the couch to watch a bit of the Red Sox with my dad and mother-in-law (MiL). My wife got home soon after and I knew something was wrong. She was dressed pretty nice. It's not that her dressing nice is wrong, far from it, it was that she had dressed nice to go out with me. I only turned her down because I had to be at work at 6am. So she quickly went upstairs to change and my MiL came over to me on the couch. </div>
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<p dir="ltr">This morning was rather uneventful. It was actually nice to have my mother-in law (MiL) around to help entertain the kids so they don't get themselves in trouble. I left for work around 930am and that was that.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I din't hear anything from home during the day, but I got what should have been unusual phone call on the ride home, but it was all too familiar with my MiL around.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Soon after I got on the highway in Boston my mother called me. The call started with the usual pleasantries, where are you (she also works in Boston but takes the train half way home), how's traffic, good luck driving because it's a parking lot around here. There was a slight pause in the conversation, you know the pause where someone should say goodbye now but they don't, so you awkwardly wait for something to happen. The worst is when one person startes saying "Well I should get going now..." right as the person on the other line starts asking you a new question, hoping to keep you on the line a little longer, but I digress.</p>
<p dir="ltr">After a brief pause my mother asks "So is everything ok with (your wife) and (your MiL)?"</p>
<p dir="ltr">Oh god I thought, it begins. "Umm, yeah as far as I know. Why? What's up?" Hoping it's nothing major. I always hate walking into a fight that I know nothing of. Believe me, I've done that way too much in my life since I met my MiL.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"Oh nothing really," THANK GOD "she's just TMI all the time, you know?" That's a really good way to describe her actually. Why didn't I think of that.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"Yeah everything is ok I think. I haven't heard anything from (my wife) all day." I replied, trying to make myself feel better about my inevitable bad time.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The inflection in my mother's voice worried me. I felt like there was something she wasn't telling me and I was going to walk into a shit storm when I got home.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I pulled in the driveway as my nanny was pulling out. I was glad to know my kids were asleep. I love my kids and I miss them when I'm working all day, but it's nice not to have that added responsibility sometimes. I know my fellow parents can attest to that. I had a lot on my mind as I entered the house. What could have happened today? What will I walk into? What crazy TMI was my MiL sharing today?</p>
<p dir="ltr">I walked in, greeted everyone, and quickly went up stairs to change. Since I wear a suit and tie to work everyday, I wanted to be in comfortable clothes to face the shit sandwich I was about to be fed.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Well I wasn't fed a shit sandwich. I was fed left over Chinese food while we discussed the so so quality, lack of boneless spare ribs, and too high a price. My wife came home in the middle of this discussion and stated she had a ton of homework to do, but wanted to play a round of a new card game we just got, Funemployed, before she started.</p>
<p dir="ltr">That's an excellent idea! I thought to myself. The last thing we need to do is sit around and discuss whatever happened that my mom was worried about.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We all went down stairs and laid out the game. It's a great game, if you haven't heard of it. It's very similar to another game we play called Snake Oil. Anyway, each person takes a turn being a hiring manager and draws a job card. The other players have to chose 3 of their qualification cards, from their hand, and play them as their best qualifications for this position. Of course these are more detrimental than beneficial in some cases, and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ge_xuxcljT8">I'll link you a video of a hysterical playthrough here</a>.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So we played this game for at least 90 minutes and it was hilarious! Bonus: turns out my wife has no idea what my mother was talking about. She is no more weird than normal. Yay...i guess. </p>
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My family and I basically took over the basement. My parents have 2 refrigerators, a pool table, 2 couches, a big screen TV (yes big screen, not HD. It's a 65 inch square that weighs like 1000 pounds.), and a full bathroom. We moved our couch down there along with our old 46 inch HD TV, sitting in front of my parents big screen, and my whole speaker system. I have a pretty good system I've pieced together as I could afford things.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864787318758586428.post-21809680646309545582016-01-27T12:15:00.001-08:002016-01-27T12:15:22.086-08:00something's wrong<p dir="ltr">I’ve been feeling off lately. I’ve been feeling distant from this community and I’ve been sporadically posting online and pretty much non existent here on my <u>blog</u>. I do feel something is wrong with me. I’ve been significantly depressed for a long time, and it’s had some detrimental effects, as you might imagine. I’ve had a very short fuse, and have had to step back and yell in frustration quite frequently. I want to talk to my wife about this, but we’re on almost opposite schedules right now, so in what little time we have together I can’t muster up the courage to say anything about it. I know she’s seen it though, and I know I need to talk about it.</p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864787318758586428.post-67261127318962605442015-10-31T18:22:00.001-07:002015-10-31T18:41:38.258-07:00happy halloween 2015<p dir="ltr">Happy Halloween! It's been a long time since my last post, and a lot has happened. Let's start off with a bombshell, we're moving about 3000 miles from where we currently call home. </p>
<p dir="ltr">My wife has been discharged from the Navy, and we're officially moving back to good old Massachusetts; we leave Friday. Now living with kids and cats is difficult to say the least, but moving this far had been that much more of a logistical nightmare. Fortunately for us, my parents have welcomed us with open arms. Or 2 kids and 2 cats are currently living with my parents, to spare then the drive. I really don't think the kids would have lasted the entire drive across the country strapped to car seats, not to mention the cats. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We have a grand journey planned out. We're going to drive up to Yosemite, San Francisco, Yellowstone, and MT Rushmore, to name a few. I understand it's a little ambitious for winter, but we'll see how the roads are. </p>
<p dir="ltr">My wife spend the last week getting our kids and cats settled in New England, and is flying home tonight. It's been a long week without them already, and it's going to be an even longer couple weeks of driving before I get to hold them again. I really miss them, but daily video chats have helped a bit. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I've had a great job out here, and I'm going to miss that a lot. I'm trying to transfer to a location back east, but it's not looking promising right now. I've also met some great people, both in work and outside. I'll definitely miss the people. It's a shame really that I may never see them again. At the moment we have no plans to come back to San Diego to visit, so that's a weird feeling. I'd like to do an LA or maybe San Francisco again some day though. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm really looking forward to my kids growing up around family. I have a very big and very close family that I miss dearly. I'm so happy that my kids will get to grow up with the love and support that I did. </p>
<p dir="ltr">So I'll say it now, San Diego, you've been great! I'll miss the times I've had here, and I'll miss some of the people too.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm a Boston boy through and through, and I can't seem to be happy living anywhere else. </p>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The age old struggle, Sony vs Microsoft, Playstation vs Xbox. It's been debated for what seems like forever in the gaming community. The last thing I want to do it spur a hate filled debate, because that's how these things can end up going, so I will be using this space to talk through my thoughts on the subject of the Playstation 4 vs Xbox One, and which one I will be buying.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I feel a little background is in order. I am a gamer, I have been for nearly my entire life. My parents bought me an NES in 1989 when I was 5 years old. The moment I booted up my new NES Action Set with my copy of Super Mario Bros/Duck Hunt I was hooked. I spent countless hours in front of my TV playing the likes of the impossible Astyanax, nearly impossible Contra, Paper Boy, Zelda 1 and 2, and many others that I still have in a box in my closet. I never owned a Super Nintendo, but my neighbor did. His parents used to drive us to rent SNES games every weekend. I got to play all the classics, but for some reason Clayfighter and F-Zero are stuck in my head. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Over time my parents bought me a Game Boy and a Game Gear, but some of my fondest gaming memories come from the N64 generation. I was a Nintendo kid simply because that's all I had access to on a regular basis, not including my grandparents Atari 2600 I got to play during family parties and the like. My best friend in elementary school bought an N64 soon after launch, and we played it to death! I went over his house almost every weekend for about 8 years and we played NES and N64 practically non-stop from Friday to Sunday night. His parents would frequently drive us to rent games, but when I got a license in high school I took that responsibility.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A couple years after my best friend bought his N64, my parents bought me one for Christmas. I eventually bought a PSone and a couple years after that I bought a PS2 which I would usually bring with me to his house to give us a break from the world of Nintendo. In college I would frequently play with my friends Xbox, and after college I lived with 2 guys where we had 2 xbox's, 2 game cubes, and 2 PS2s. We actually spent about 2 months doing nothing but gaming before we realized we needed to find jobs, but that's a story for another time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My wife bought me my first Xbox 360 for Christmas in 2006, back when we were still dating, and we got a Wii in early 2007. I say 'first' 360 because I had the red ring of death in 2008 so they traded mine for a referb. In 2009 I bought a PS3 for the exclusive titles. Then, when Saint's Row 4 and GTA V were released, my Xbox couldn't play either one without crashing. I figured out my old system just didn't have the muscle to play new games anymore and bought a new one. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So now you know my long history with consoles, I'll tell you where I am now. I have about 70 games for my Xbox 360, 15 for PS3, and about 8 for Wii. I also haven't turned my Wii on in a few years, Wii Fit would be yelling at me about that if it wasn't in a box in the garage. Strangely enough most of my favorite games of all time are PS3 exclusives. I hate the PS3 controller so much though that I buy almost everything for the 360, and therein lies my problem.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm in the market for a new console. Funny story, my wife told me she would have bought me a PS4 or Xbox One for my birthday last week, but she didn't know which one I wanted. I'd love to have gotten one for my birthday, but nothing out right now is a must have in my book, so I don't even know what I would have done with it. But, that changed when they announced Fallout 4. Fallout 3 was one of my favorite games of all time. I spent over 300 hours traveling the wasteland during 3 separate playthroughs. Once I saw the trailer for, and more importantly the E3 demo of, Fallout 4, I knew I had to have it. Now the big debate rages in my head. Playstation 4 vs Xbox One.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not necessarily tied to either one as a company. I have bought most of my games on the 360 because I hate the PS3 controller so much, and a few specifically for gaming with my 360 owning best friends. So when it comes to what I should buy next, I'm at a crossroad.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've heard the PS4 controller is much better than it's predecessor, and possibly better than the Xbox One controller, but I want to hold each one to gauge for myself. I don't care about the cameras. I own a kinect, and after the honeymoon faze I almost never used it. The interface isn't that big of a deal because I'll just get used to whichever one I own.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One big factor that I've thought about is what consoles are my friends getting. Since I only play regularly with 2 people that helps the decision a bit. One friend won't be getting a new console for a long time due to money, so that's a write off. The other friend is moving to Germany this week for 2+ years. He's considering an Xbox One, but with the 9 hour time difference I don't think we're going to be gaming together anymore anyway. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the end, I want both consoles. Since I have kids now my money is best used on other things, meaning a second console purchase will probably be several years later, if at all. Looking back at the games of the previous generation, I would have been very happy with just a PS3. The only Xbox exclusives that I care about anymore are the Left 4 Dead series and maybe the Fable series. Even at that, I liked Fable 2 and 3, but I don't care about the other iterations. In comparison, there are many PS3 exclusives that I'm so thankful I got to experience.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Unless of course my friend calls me up saying he bought an Xbox One and he's working weird hours that'll let him game with me on a regular basis. I really don't see that happening though. Of course, after all of this contemplation, I don't plan on buying a PS4 until at least Christmas. I would seriously consider a Fallout themed PS4 though, if one is released around November 10th.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864787318758586428.post-61149343841178514752015-04-20T14:37:00.000-07:002015-04-20T14:37:58.898-07:00goodbye to a friend<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I just said goodbye to my best friend. Thankfully he didn't pass away, but he is moving about 5,800 miles away from where I currently live. We met about 13 years ago. He, who I'll call S, was a friend of a friend in college. We met up at a mall near home and, me being me, I started playing with some toy trains at a kiosk outside of a Victoria's Secret. S quickly joined in, and I knew we had a connection.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It wasn't too long until we started hangout together, without our mutual friend, who I shall call J. J got very upset that we didn't include him in our hang out time, and would frequently hold pity parties with our other friends. Over the next couple years S and I both had individual falling outs with J, and neither of us talk to him anymore.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you weren't sure, S is my best friend who I told all about my abdl side a couple years ago. He is one of only 3 vanilla people who I've told and there aren't many more people who I'd consider letting into my little world. We have a really good connection, and I'm sad to see him go. I hope we can keep up our communication and online gaming, but with a 9 hour difference it'll be difficult. </span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864787318758586428.post-28462447503305930302015-03-27T09:42:00.001-07:002015-03-27T09:46:51.916-07:00directions<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm just into the 4th year of my personal endeavor into blogging, and I still haven't done a post about why I'm doing this and what I want to get out of it, so here it goes.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I started this blog in November 2010 with a simple purpose, to explain what infantilism means to me by way of personal experiences and stories. Back then, figuring out why I am the way I am was very important. I would spend countless hours researching ABs and DLs and infantilism. I would watch every video I could find about the subject, from Jerry Springer to the Secret Lives of Women, which is an good program about a little girl and fellow blogger Baby Ella. I even used that video to help explain all of this to my now wife.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #222222;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As time went on I found it less important to figure out why I am the way I am, as if I was a broken person. Trying to figure that out implies that there is a normal way to be, and I was not it. I think there's anything but normal people out there. Everyone has weird things they enjoy, mine just happen to be a little less mainstream than most people. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I started this yeas ago to basically find myself, now what? Well my personal goal for this blog has morphed over the years. I wanted to help people. I started talking with some of my readers who were having a hard time coping with this side of them. I was trying to make a name for myself. When my wife entered boot camp I stopped writing. I was able to put up a few posts here and there, mostly stuff I pre-wrote, but I lost my motivation. I was actually deep in some serious depression, to the point that participating in my blog, the thing that brought me a lot of happiness, was too much. I eventually got back to writing, but it has never been the same. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now that I have 2 kids and a busy job, it's a different story. My main reason for big breaks in my writing is a lack of time. Computer related things that I used to do at home, have to be squeezed into my last bits of free time at work, and blogging has taken a back seat. I miss it though. The amount of responses I've gotten back from people who read my previous post, and first post since November, has been amazing. You guys make me want to continue writing. I love being part of this community, and I wish I could do more. In fact, there's lots of things I wish I could do now, but being a good father is tops. So if I have a few more long breaks in writing, it's not that I'm leaving you all, it's just that I'm trying to be the best dad I can be, and that's more important to me than anything in the world.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864787318758586428.post-45581413371482627002015-03-24T14:49:00.005-07:002015-03-24T14:51:22.816-07:00a little american dream<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love my parents and extended family, I really do, but lay off the politics already. I'm not going to delve into their political views, or even mine, but why can't I ever see them without getting into a debate I don't want to be in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So yeah, if you haven't guessed it yet, my family and I flew home to New England for vacation. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's funny how, since we currently live in San Diego, the first question most people ask is, how cold was it? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They then proceed to tell me how people who live there are crazy. But, to be honest, I miss it back home. Sure the San Diego climate is fairly stable and mostly mild, but I miss weather patterns. I miss seasons, and rain, and the smell of cold. I may hate the cold, but there's something special about snow. Standing outside in the silence of a gentile snow fall is calming and beautiful. Every time we go back home for a visit, I wish I lived there. I'd even live half a days drive north in Maine, where some of my family lives. It may be cold, and an hour from the nearest small city, but it's beautiful.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I joke with people from San Diego that you guys don't have trees down here. The immediate reaction is, Of course we have trees! I usually pull up a satellite photo of the area I grew up in and show them how we cut holes in the forest to fit houses. That always garners a response of, wow that's a lot of trees. SoCal is beautiful in its own right, but I miss that small town New England, windy tree lines streets kind of beauty.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I sometimes wonder how my position would change if we weren't alone out here. Family is very important to me, so if I had family living out here, maybe I would feel different about the situation. But, in the end, I want my kids to grow up around family as I did. I want them to know their cousins, when my sister has kids, and their second cousins, who are about their age. I want to go to big family parties and be the adult hanging out watching the younger kids running around for hours.</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864787318758586428.post-57616913092590068992014-11-05T22:19:00.001-08:002015-07-01T15:41:37.874-07:00me v social media <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13.574943542480469px;">I have a love hate relationship with social media, which may be obvious by the title, or my previous rants about it. Now when I say love, I mean 'kinda like' on a good day. There's no warm fuzzy feelings with social media. Not anymore at least.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The first time I was thrust into this world I was astounded. Years before I had found out I wasn't alone, but that was just on forums and chat rooms. Remember chat rooms? Maybe I'm just getting old and my viewpoint is changing, but they aren't the same as they used to be. Neither are abdl forums for that matter, but I digress.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I fell in love with twitter and facebook when I first joined. I actually couldn't wait to join facebook. I was part of the group who, in high school, were dying to get on facebook but couldn't because it was college only. Then I finally got to college and joined 'thefacebook' and I was so excited! I created a group for the college film club I started and actually enjoyed conversing with people. Before I left college, however, it was opened to high school as well, and soon after I was out, it opened up to everyone. I remember it being better when It was college only, but I can't say if it was actually any better. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have gotten fed up with and deleted my facebook account 3 times over the years. I either found no real use for it, or thought of it as nothing but trouble. In fact, I still think of it as almost nothing but trouble. I never post anything to it that isn't a picture of video of my daughter, which I also have slight reservations about. But If I didn't have her, I would probably never use it, and possibly delete it again. Although, living 2600 miles from home, it does make it easier to keep in touch with family. That being said, one main reason for my distaste of facebook stems from my family.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My family is uber religious, and I am not. Unfortunately, my mother still wants me to be uber religious, and my large extended uber religious family isn't helping things. They hounded me for not baptizing my first daughter, and I'm expecting the same reaction with my second. My mother frequently posts religious things to my timeline, which I can only assume is a piss poor way to guilt me back into the faith. For example, she posted a picture of the saint I chose at my confirmation and told me to remember that I chose him... She wrote other things, but I stopped reading.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When it comes to twitter, I actually have 3 accounts. I have 2 vanilla accounts and 1 abdl account. I still don't really know if I like it. There's days when I get lost in my timeline for hours, and I just want to spend all day talking with people. Then there's days when I log in, see a bunch of diaper or furry related posts and just turn it off. The more I think about it, the more it hearkens back to the old binge and purge cycle that we all know too well.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Those times when I open twitter, see all that abdl friendly content, and close it immediately, I'm actually getting a little disgusted with myself. Yes I still feel like this; I think I'll always feel like this. It's crazy how I can go from craving diaper time to thinking it's disgusting in the same day. I've gotten a lot better over the years, and having a wife who indulges me is a major help. I love it when she tells me to pad up, or lays me down on the bed and does it for me. But I'm way off topic.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'll have to stop this here, but I have so much more to say! I'll write a follow up article in the near future which will include some stuff I haven't talked to anyone about before. Until then! </span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864787318758586428.post-18341560205417052172014-10-31T10:30:00.003-07:002014-10-31T10:32:32.729-07:00happy halloweenJust saying a quick Happy Halloween to all my followers!<br />
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I remember years and years ago, when I was writing my LONG story A Closet Life on Daily Diapers, I actually did a marathon writing week right before Halloween. I wrote and published a new chapter every day until Halloween. Man that was a lot of writing, but it was a lot of fun too!<br />
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I continued writing that story for awhile after, until it came to a decent conclusion. I say 'decent' because I ended it on a cliffhanger. I wanted to continue writing the story, but I hit major writers block and it just got away from me. I've considered continuing it here in the past, but I don't feel it would be appropriate. Although, now that I'm writing this, I have a good idea how to bring it back...<br />
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Anyway, I'm writing a long post about social media right now that you can expect to see early next week. So, until then, have a happy and safe Halloween!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864787318758586428.post-8358558749854329542014-09-18T10:57:00.000-07:002014-09-18T10:58:58.707-07:00la for the day<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">My best friend just flew home after spending about a week with us. This is the friend who I told all about my abdl side a few years ago, so it's always interesting spending time with him since we always end up talking and joking about diapers. I haven't been able to make it to a munch out here, so I'm not able to interact with any other abdls, or even with anyone else, besides my wife, who knows about this side of me. I do miss the Boston ABDL Munch people, but I just don't have time to do it anymore. It's refreshing to discuss it, or joke about it, openly with him when he comes to visit.</span><br />
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While he was here we decided to take a day trip to Los Angeles to play tourist. Unfortunately for us, we went on one of the warmest possible days. So we're driving around all day in 100+ degrees in my 7 year old car whose AC just couldn't overcome the outside temps. We arrived in LA with a few destinations in mind and were able to hit all but 1.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />We started off at the Griffith Observatory. I read that this is the best place to see the Hollywood sign since they cut off access to it from all other ways. Unfortunately we weren't able to see the shows in the observatory because we had our 1 year old with us and they don't allow anyone under 5. The observatory was pretty cool though, and the view of the Hollywood sign and the city skyline were pretty awesome.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />After leaving the observatory we headed over toward the La brea Tar Pits. Let me tell you, that was a LONG drive through the city, and not the nice parts of the city. The tar pits, which aren't actually pits, and not even full of tar, were really cool. The museum was in need of an update, but it was interesting to walk the grounds and stumble upon some little pools of bubbling asphalt. The best part was watching my daughter laugh and repeat "kitty" over and over again while a person in a large saber tooth tiger costume was walking around during a show. My daughter loves our 3 cats, and that was one of her first words.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />We then stopped for lunch at a place on Sunset Boulevard called Bossa Nova. It's a very good Brazilian restaurant in a not very good area. In fact, aside from immediately around the La Brea Tar Pits and the drive up the mountain to the Griffith Observatory, LA was a rather nasty place. Even the final touristy place we went to, the Hollywood Walk of Fame, was very dirty, busy, and severely underwhelming. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />I still kind of want to see the Santa Monica Pier, Venice Beach and Disneyland, but that will have to wait for another time. We actually had Universal Studios annual passes last year, since we love Universal so much, so we've been there.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />Final thoughts: Los Angeles was very underwhelming and did not live up to the hype. I haven't seen it all, but after this trip, I don't know if I even care to.</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864787318758586428.post-42277506552698143792014-08-12T11:56:00.003-07:002014-08-12T11:56:33.130-07:00peeing in the shower to become incontinentStep 1: Pee in the shower<br />
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No, this post is not about peeing in the shower.<br />
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The title of this article comes from the old teen forums on DPF (Diaper Pail Friends) so many years ago. I found DPF when I was kid and spent so many nights of my childhood browsing it's pages, praying my parents didn't open the door. Since I was just 13 when I found DPF, I frequented the teen baby forum. While I am grateful that DPF did separate the adult and teen forums, I think it made for an interesting situation.<br />
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The teen forum was filled with liked minded people who were in the same situation I was. So many of us were there for answers. We had been experiencing these new feelings inside us and found diapers and/or ageplay helped us to cope with the world. Of course, since everyone was in the same boat, no one had any real answers.<br />
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We were all there asking our questions and giving our opinion on what *insert random username* was going through. Sometimes it was something you were experiencing and could interject stories of your own experiences and "share a moment". Sometimes it was a way more adult question that needed a good answer, not just an opinion from someone in your age group.<br />
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Venturing into the adult forum looking for answers was an entirely different experience. It was somehow more real. Gone was the sugar coated playpen with cotton candy pillows and plushies galore. Say hello to real life. The adult forum was plagued by spam and down right nasty comments from non abdl friendly people. To be fair, I didn't delve into the adult forum until the early 2000's, so if it was once a nice place, please let me know so I can change my mind on it.<br />
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There was a great website brewing back then that answers many of the questions that I had. If only I knew about it! In 1998 <a href="http://www.scarleteen.com/">Scarleteen </a>was formed and has grown into an amazing place for upfront answers to your questions. They actually boast roughly 750,000 visitors per month, with most being between 15 and 25. It is also the highest ranking website for sexual education and sexual advice, and has been most of it's existence. If you have questions about sex or sexuality I encourage you to go check <a href="http://www.scarleteen.com/">Scarleteen </a>out. Also, as always, if you are under the age of 18, please seek out that site now and come back when you're 18. Thanks!<br />
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I remember a specific topic from the teen forum on DPF that was, for some strange reason, stuck at the top of the forum for a very long time. It must have been a constant repost because it never had many responses. I felt like it was posted and taken down and reposted over and over again. It also seemed to spawn many other topics of the same nature. This, of course, was the innocent and immature question of "Will peeing in the shower help me become incontinent?" Of course that's a silly question. But it harkens back to a simpler time in my life.<br />
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I'm a pretty nostalgic person. Sometimes I miss being young and ignorant. I miss those days when all I knew was wearing or even just thinking about a diaper turned me on. Back when I thought maybe if you peed in the shower you could start to lose your bladder control. I felt like everyone wanted to be incontinent back then. There were so many topics about what to do, and regular progress reports.<br />
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I know many of you have gone incontinent by choice, and, while it's not for me, I applaud your determination.<br />
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But we all have to grow up some time. Eventually you will find the answers to your questions and you will find yourself. At some point you will even realize that peeing in the shower won't make you incontinent no matter how much you try. <a href="http://vimeo.com/5859442">It does save water though.</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864787318758586428.post-22023426949288881772014-08-08T16:21:00.002-07:002014-08-11T09:47:52.055-07:00new icon updateJust finished drawing a new icon for myself. I'm so happy with how it turned out!<br />
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My wife escaped the living room for a minute quickly as we were watching youtube. I yelled to her asking if she wanted me to pause the show, but there was no answer. After a couple minutes she emerged moving quickly in my direction. She was now sans her pants, and plus one diaper. I don't even remember the last time she wore one. And it's been over a year since she put on on herself.</div>
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That statement basically sums up her entire experience with this side of me. It came as a total shock to her, and she struggled, to say the least, to come to grips with it. As time has moved on, she has accepted me for who I am. A feat to which I can never be too grateful.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864787318758586428.post-34691466496387762532014-08-01T10:04:00.002-07:002014-08-04T12:55:03.776-07:00new depends ad with pictures<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial;">One of my twitter friends pointed me toward a new ad campaign from one of the staples in adult incontinence products, and it caught me by surprise.</span><br />
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Depend underwear has launched an ad campaign titled "Drop Your Pants For Underwearness" They are joining forces with the band <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47dtFZ8CFo8" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">Capital Cities</a>, to host a free dance party in New York City on August 6. You can even RSVP on <a href="http://www.depend.com/" style="color: #1155cc;">the Depend website</a> for a chance to meet the band!</div>
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I love that Depend is hooking up with a major band to promote this new campaign. I know a lot of us in the ABDL wold are hear for fun and personal enjoyment, but that's not the case for a large number of us. Some of them found the ABDL world due to existing conditions that forced them into diapers, and they found us to be a welcoming and accepting part of society. And, of course, there is an even larger part of society who needs protection and doesn't know about or isn't interested in the ABDL world. According to the Depend website, there are about 65 million Americans living with bladder leakage, and 12 million of those people are under the age of 35.</div>
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They will donate up to $1 million each year for a total of $3 million. All of this money will go to United Way Worldwide and The Simon Foundation for Continence. They will, however, ensure that the maximum donation is achieved so the previously mentioned charities will receive the maximum $3 million per year.</div>
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I have to admit, the main reason I was inspired to write this article was their promotional campaign. It features many different people, solo and in groups, and young and old, wearing diapers. I'll add a few screen shots below, but I urge you to visit their website. There's a lot more to see.</div>
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So check it out and let me know your thoughts! I would definitely go if I lived in New York City. It would be interesting to see how many, if any, ABDLs go pantsless. I'm sure there will be a few non-abdl guys in diapers walking around as a joke.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864787318758586428.post-34053781369689106722014-07-30T16:28:00.000-07:002014-07-30T16:28:07.414-07:00a second diapered camp fireBefore you read continue, I'd suggest reading the previous post, <a href="http://www.aclosetlife.com/2014/07/a-diapered-camp-fire.html" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">a diapered camp fire</a>. This will be an extension of that post.<br />
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So we had another fire outside the other day. We were toasting marshmallows and making s'mores, and I had a couple beers. It was a good time with much relaxing.<br />
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Now, she has told me to diaper up many times in the past. She frequently does it in the bedroom, and she has walked out into the living room holding a diaper and powder exclaiming "Strip!" This was different. She has never told me to put a diaper on instead of going to use the bathroom.<br />
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Just about that time, my wife said she had to pee and was going inside, I said I had to as well, but I was in the middle of making a s'more so couldn't go in. When she came back I stood up and said "Well I guess I have to do the same."</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864787318758586428.post-34960660620368412562014-07-14T15:04:00.003-07:002014-07-17T08:36:25.295-07:00new bambino diapers review<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The new Bambino diapers are finally here! I have to admit, I was sweating it out for a bit there. Now that I have a toddler, I don't get time to wear as often as I'd like, but I was down to my last 3 Bambino Biancos when they announced they would be shipping around July 4th. I placed my order within hours of the update and received my case of new Biancos last week. Over the weekend I was able to do a side by side comparison between the previous design, from August 2013, and the most recent design, shipping July 2014. </span><br />
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My first impressions of the diapers are quite good. The most significant change I felt was the plastic backing. They went with a less crinkly and less stiff plastic for the outer shell of the diaper. They are still by no means quiet, but they are significantly softer and much less crinkly (and more stealthy) then previous versions.</div>
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I love this new style for one very good reason. With the previous version, the bottom tapes would pull and the plastic backing causing it to bunch up and eventually start cutting into my skin. I never bled over it, but it could get extremely uncomfortable with prolonged wearing, unless I fiddled with the tapes.</div>
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I wore for a few hours before wetting that night, wore overnight, then practically flooded it in the morning before changing. I never had one hint of a leak during this ordeal. Their website mentions a newly redesigned core, which feels a bit softer to the touch. The new design does in fact disperse liquid more efficiently, as they claim. I could see the discoloration riding up the back much more than with previous designs. In the past it would just pool at the bottom and eventually leak more often than not.</div>
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I didn't notice any bunching up of the innards, but I would like another long diapered session without wetting to see for myself.</div>
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Overall, this is an excellent improvement! The tapes are a little bit better, the new softer, quieter plastic backing is a welcome change, and the core has been improved.</div>
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The best thing I can say about the new design is, I'm a bit sad that I still have to use up my remaining stash of the old design.<br />
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I wore one last night for a few hours before bed, then all through the night. I didn't actually use it though, to test how it handled prolonged dry conditions. It did surprisingly well! There was significantly less bunching of the core compared to previous versions, as they claim on their website. There was also no tearing of the core either, also as they claim to have fixed.<br />
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I did notice one thing I was very surprised about though. I told you above that the new plastic is rather quiet, and soft to the touch. What hit me this morning, as I got out of bed, was just how quiet it became over night. It was almost completely silent this morning after I got up and walked around for a bit. This seemed to only happen with a dry diaper after being worn for a long time, as the wet one I tried first didn't get much quieter over night.<br />
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This may be a negative to a lot of people, but I didn't mind. I almost couldn't believe it was true. I moved around and stretched a lot trying to make it crinkle, and it was amazingly quiet. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864787318758586428.post-40953383357392207502014-07-10T09:53:00.001-07:002014-07-10T09:53:01.102-07:00a quick rant followed by new bambinosWell I'm still trying to get aclosetlife.com back. I feel bad that it's been gone this long and I feel like I've lot a ton of readers because all the sites I'm registered with have my now unusable .com address. I know when I was searching for blogs to read, when I clicked on a link and it was invalid, I moved on. And I can't seem to find any help online. I'm not even registered with the site that holds my URL, and I'm not registered with the google admin panel, which I apparently had to be to get the URL in the first place. I can't access the admin help page without logging in, which is my problem in the first place, and I can't find anything close to my issue on the google help pages...<br />
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Sorry for the rant. I'm not the happiest person about this issue.<br />
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My new Bambinos arrived yesterday! Just in time too, I only have 3 of my last case left. I should be able to try them out this weekend and let you all know how the newly redesigned core is in comparison to the previous one. Their website says the new design "increases the dispersion of urine while maximizing the function of the diaper greatly enhances its comfort." I'm also looking forward to the increased resistance of the core from tearing or bunching, both of which happen to me every time I wear them. Of course that would be because I don't often wet them. In fact I usually don't since my wife isn't too keen on the idea.<br />
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That brings me to a very interesting development on the subject of wetting my diapers in front of my wife. But, I'll leave that for a future update... DUN DUN DUNUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2