Daddy Paul

Daddy Paul
Daddy Paul
Daddy Paul
Daddy Paul
  

My Bio: 


     Hey, I'm Baby Betsy. I love being a baby and being changed and coddled by a loving daddy or mommy. I love breastfeeding and having mommy feed me from her warm, soft, milk filled titties. I also love it when daddy changes me and takes extra long time putting on the diaper rash medicine. Of course it?s cause he says he wants to make sure his baby girl is fully protected, but it feel so good.

    Taking a bath is one of my favorite times. When daddy gets me undressed and sits me down gently in the bath tub and waits for me to soak before he gets me all lathered up and ready to play. He fills my tub up with bath toys he bought just for me. I love my blocks and rubber ducky's the best. He makes sure I have tons of fun before he starts washing me up and getting me ready for bed time.

    Then after bath time is done daddy puts lotion on my whole body cause he says our bodies need to drink to so they can be smooth for their daddies. So after he is done with the lotion he puts on my diaper and lays me next to him to fall asleep. He makes sure I am nice and relaxed before I fall asleep. He will turn on my favorite nursery rhyme and massage me to sleep. I hope you can come be my new daddy since my has been at work all day and night here lately. I would really like to play?.

    Love Baby Betsy

  • Being Changed by Daddy

  • Wearing Diapys

  • Playing in Nursery

  • Bottle Feeding

 
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August 28, 2010

Kitty in a Box

Ok, once again I am finding myself saying  “Awwwwww!”, but now it’s also followed with a big grin and a chuckle.  Seems our wittle kitties have grown and graduated for cups to boxes, hehe.  These two are trouble makers, I can see it in their cute little twitching noses.  Mommy kitty must have her paws full with these two!  I wonder if she has a little kitty paddle to deal with them, lol! Mommy Maggie 1*888*430*2010
August 27, 2010

Through the looking glass….

As I sit and reflect on my Mother, a smile always comes to my face. I think of the first time I skinned my knee and how thoughtful and concerned she was. Taking me inside and bandaging my knee, wiping away my tears with her kisses. I reminisce of the smells, the fresh baked cookies, dinner cooking all day long on the stove in preparation for a larger Sunday evening dinner. I reflect on her singing and rocking me to sleep long into my double digits. I recall the shopping […]