Making Parent/little communication easier.

“Most Little Ones know their age and are almost invariably wrong. Or are they? […] most Little Ones guess their inner age wrongly. However, that doesn’t really matter. If they think they are 3 years old yet still crawl, then that’s acceptable, even though that’s a-typical behavior for that age child. […] They choose an age that feels right even though it isn’t really.” – Rosalie Bent


I don’t really know how most other Littles/ABs initially realise their age (or find an age they identify themselves as). I imagine it’s probably a combination of factors (personality, childhood memories, sexual interests etc), but for me its always just been something I’ve known. It was a feeling that I had and I just accepted without question. I was always a 1 1/2 year old at heart. How did I know my Little was this age? I’ve no idea, it just felt right for me.

I saw my Little as somebody who could not take care of himself and couldn’t really speak beyond nonsense baby talk. I felt my little had basically no independence at all therefore needed a loving carer to take care of everything from nappy changes to breast feeding to deciding what cartoons to let me watch. The more babyish the clothes I’d hypothetically be put into, the happier I would be. The less choice I would have, the safer I’d feel… and speaking of safety, this has also been a huge factor for me in realise what age I am because the more I feel there is somebody else looking out for me, the safer I feel so naturally the younger I am, the safer I am!
But the age of my Little seems to have changed over the past 18 months. I seem to have unknowingly grown into a 3 year old, which is a funny coincidence seeing as 18 months ago I was 1 1/2. You might think “that’s hardly a change at all” but a lot changes in that time.

How did this happen? Well, again, I think it’s been a combination of factors…

Having a girlfriend who knew very little about age-play/infantilism made playdates quite difficult for us in the beginning, even after having many discussions about the logistics of it (what I liked, what she was comfortable/confident with etc). Our first few playdates were great, but as time went on, I realised I was kind of just expecting mummy to predict what I wanted/needed and some key needs would often go unmet because I was too little to vocalise any of this. The fact that I couldn’t really talk wasn’t helping Mummy out much because she was having to learn a lot on her own, probably by judging my reactions or talking to me about it afterwards (at which time I was probably feeling pretty sheepish and reluctant to talk completely openly as I was still going through quite a bit of shame). I wasn’t making it totally easy and stress free for her, so we eventually found that the more I altered my littles talking abilities, the easier it was for us to communicate during Little time. Eventually it just started to make sense and things immediately got easier for both of us. E.G When I could see Mummy struggle with something like changing me, I could say something to help her out like “Silly Mummy has it backwards” or something like that. Make sense? Sure did to us.

As time went on and the more Little Time we had, I found that I started to really enjoy the quality time we were having together as Parent & little. We had funny “conversations” together, played games together, and I could even help Mummy pick out outfits for me. Looking back to when it was more one-sided, it feels like we were missing out on exploring some funner actives to do together! There were aspects of being little which I never really thought about before… It used to be all ‘me me me’, whereas getting older has made it more ‘us us us’. It’s been LOTS of fun!

As a Big, I’ve also gradually become more comfortable in my own skin and am learning to be proud of who I am (work in progress). Because of this, my need to feel safety has gradually weakened and my AB needs have become less about safety/comfort and more of a want to share an extremely intimate and loving experience with my girlfriend. I’m not saying that the former is no longer a need, because it definitely is…but Its just become less of ‘the point’ of it all. So because I don’t necessarily need to feel *as* safe as I did in the past (probably because since being in a relationship with my girlfriend, I’ve generally felt safer as an adult too) I don’t really need to be as young and helpless as I once did.

What I’d say to an AB/Little that struggles with communicating with their parent/carer would be: Don’t be afraid to go out of your comfort zone and trying being a bit older, the beauty of age-play is that key word “Play”. You’re in charge and can change back whenever you want if you don’t like it, but just don’t forget how hard it must be for a Mummy/Daddy who can’t read minds. Make it easier for them once in a while!

Once my girlfriend joked about the concept of me identifying with a snotty, bratty 15 year old! Who knows where I’ll be in 12 years? haha!

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Now that WOULD be unusual..

On the other hand I may start feeling younger again and craving the safety I needed years ago. But for now, I’m really enjoying being 3 πŸ™‚

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The Perfect Day.

I’ve had a little writers block recently. Mainly due to the fact that both Mummy and Me have had things on and we’ve not had so much time for play dates. So with that in mind,  I decided to write a fun post today. Recently Mummy asked me what my perfect day would be so I decided to share it on here!


In the morning Mummy wakes me up softly by stroking my hair and giving me my dummy to suck on, she tells me that we’re going to have a very special day together. Just her and me, how exciting! She tells me that I don’t have to worry because she is going to take care of me the whole day and if I’m a good little boy then I’ll get lots of treats! Woo! baby_crib_cute_pets

How super awesome it would be to get to have my very own special crib? A boy can dream..

She has a bottle of juice with her which she feeds me before giving me a bath. I have some great bath toys which I got for my birthday so I can’t wait to play with them! She sits and talks with me while I play in the bath and get cleaned up! After bath time it’s into a fresh nappy and my favourite blue onesie! We go downstairs and mummy feeds me some breakfast and we play the airplane game (fun!). My favourite breakfast is weetos or ricicles… Argh! I never know which to have! (Maybe I’d have both together with chocolate milkshake on top and ice-cream with chocolate sauce…. and squirty cream…. She did say if I’m good I get treats…) Anyway, whatever Mummy decides I get is fine by me! images After breakfast Mummy leaves me to play with my colouring books and SpongeBob while she does boring grown up stuff (I love colouring in pictures for her!) After lots of fun drawing she says its time for some air and we get ready for a walk in the park! She gets me changed into a clean nappy if I need it and my booring big boy going out clothes with my onesie on underneath of course πŸ˜‰

Off for a lovely stroll we go! (It’s times like these I really wish I had some reigns – Pleeaaase Mummy?). I love the park behind our house, it’s so peaceful and beautiful (I’m positive its where the teddy bears had their picnic!) Mummy points out all the trees and teaches me some things about nature which I didn’t know. So wise is Mummy! After our lovely walk in the park together she says since I’ve been such a good boy she’s going to take me to town for lunch and maybe we can have a trip to the disney shop or  toysRus! Argghhh! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ Building-blocks We get some lunch (and I get a gift If I’m lucky) we head back home for a much needed rest! Perhaps I start feeling big again and tell Mummy I’ve had enough little time. But she says that being a big boy isn’t an option today, and that I’m her baby boy whether I like it or not. I try to protest, but she won’t hear another word of it and I go over her lap for a spanking. Mean Mummy! She reassures me that she doesn’t like spanking me but it’s for my own good & that I need to know that she’s in charge and that I’ll always be her baby boy… Oh well, Mummy knows best…(I love it when she show’s her stern side) After my spanking, Mummy decides I need to be put down for a nap. She feeds me a bottle of warm milk and sings me to sleep with Wilbur by my side and my dummy in my mouth. She comes in regularly to check on me and catches up on the things she needs to do…

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*Yawn* Wow I needed that… I love a good nap! Next on the cards is yet another lovely nappy change and into some extra babyish clothes I go (maybe 2 nappies for extra waddle hehe). Its time for a snack and a movie! the funnest part of the day! My top films are: Toy Story, The Jungle Book, Pinnochio and The Winnie the Pooh Movie (I wish me and Wilbur could stay up all night and watch all of them!)

Note: I love the part in the Jungle Book when Carr tries to hypnotise Bagheera. So funny!tumblr_mlp8cq2OpC1r0y8j6o1_500

The film ends and it’s time for tea! I get to sit up at the table like a grown-up and Mummy puts on my favourite bib. I wonder what would be for tea… I’d wish for my favourite which is smiley faces, fish fingers and alphabet spaghetti along with some apple juice in a sippy cup! My favourite thing is when she cuts up my food for me and lets me eat with my hands! Though I do make a rather big mess…

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This is why I neeeed a highchair. I’d love one πŸ˜€

Being a Mummy seems like a lot of hard work! Mummy has been so good to me that she deserves a rest. She puts out my toys on my play mat and gives me a bottle incase I get thirsty and she has some time to herself. I have so much fun playing with all my toys! I could do it forever, and Wilbur is the best play mate!

I named my teddy Wilbur because of my favourite Goofy cartoon:

It’s getting late now and mummy says it’s time for me to bed! It’s 9pm and I’ve already stayed up longer than I should have. I beg her to let me stay up with her… But Mummy has the final say. It’s bed time for Little Peter Rabbit. She gets me a bottle of warm milk and changes me into a night time nappy and my PJ’s. We read a story together and I have my warm milk. Me and Wilbur drift off into a restless sleep and mummy puts my dummy in my mouth. I dream of nice things like always being mummies little boy for her to take care of and love unconditionally. In my dreams we’re the only two people on the planet and we’d never be apart and there’d be no sadness or worry because every day would be like today.

Ahhhh that was fun to write πŸ˜€

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