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So, your little one is eating in a highchair now. Congratulations! You're moving away from just an occasional kink in the bedroom, and towards an actual lifestyle. Having your little one take their meals in 'The Big Chair' opens up all kinds of new and exciting opportunities!

Here's where you can have fun with it. Pick out some cute bibs, plates, and new utensils. But keep in mind, at a stage like this, it's again time to establish some new household rules!

The highchair is a main staple of babyhood; so, it should be considered more than just some 'prop' to drag out during 'playtime', dynamics like yours at this stage are considered advanced and go beyond a typical one-and-done 'scene.' Since you're going the extra mile to create yet another authentic lifestyle experience, your little one needs to understand their new place at the kitchen table now. Therefore, their highchair should now be a permanent fixture in your home.

Note: Introducing big changes into your shared lives like this can bring on feelings of uncertainty and anxiety. Caregivers should always remember to take the time to exercise quiet mindfulness:

The Caregivers Mantra - A Reflection: As a caregiver, you may often have to navigate complex interactions and emotions. It's essential to take time to reflect on your role and stand firm on the expectations you set. Remember to be kind but also recognize your responsibility to remain vigilant and resolute with your efforts in this power exchange. Through this approach, a special bond will form with those you care for. They will come to understand that you are in charge and the adult in the room. --"Firm caregiver's stand, Kindness mixed with clear resolve, Bond forms, adult leads."

Feeling inspired? Just remember, you've got this!

To help get started with this new stage, below are some minimum standards to implement:

Seating:

From this point on, your little one no longer has a seat at the table. That's right! The highchair is their new designated place during mealtimes. Sitting at the table is a privilege reserved for adults only. For those who used to sit at the head of the table, this new reality may hit them hard, and this is expected. Some little ones may not realize their new reality right away. But meal after meal, the novelty of using the highchair will cease. This is a moment to be firm and keep your resolve, as it's up to you as CG to establish these new routines for you both. And in time, they'll come to realize and accept that you are the head of the table now.

Food handling:

Little ones are not permitted to make use of their thumbs and or index fingers during mealtimes. Any grasping of food is only permitted with the middle, ring, and pinky fingers. The holding of any food should be 'palm-centric', meaning your little one should be delivering food into their mouths from the palms of their hands. If you've given permission, ensure they practice feeding themselves with this technique, as it encourages reduced dexterity and promotes those classic messy hands and faces. Clean-up after mealtime should be expected.

Note: (If utensils are permitted, they should be ones designed for toddlers. Littles that are allowed to handle utensils are only permitted to grasp them with closed fists. Littles should never handle or operate utensils with their fingers at any time.)

Lip use:

When eating food, your little one is not permitted to make use of their lips. And chewing with their mouths closed is prohibited.

Note: Food and drool can and will freely fall from your little one's mouth with this technique; this is expected. Caregivers should plan accordingly with trays, bibs, and wipe cloths.

Will this get messy? Absolutely! What part of having little ones isn't? But that's part of the fun! Feel free to create your own rules as you go. Have fun exploring and laughing together during this new stage of your journey. Before you know it, this will become your regular mealtime routine, feeling like a normal part of your evolving, regressing relationship with your special little one.

Next up:

(This is a work of fiction, and all characters are intended to be 25+)

”Hi, I’m Emily, and I’ll be taking care of you today,” the nurse said as she led you from the waiting room and into the examination rooms. She was slightly taller than you, wearing lavender scrubs that stretched pleasantly across her chest, and you could tell from her arms that she worked out. There were even a few tattoos visible on her forearms and biceps. You followed along obediently.

“Now, we do have just a few boosters to give you today, but I thought since you were in, I’d give your chart a look,” Emily said. She closed the door behind you and gestured towards the examination table. You hoped up and sat down with an audible crinkle. From the wax paper, you hoped.

“Let’s see, you came in a few months ago for your check up…everything in a good range…so we should just have to…” Emily stopped abruptly. You fidgeted, knowing what was coming next.

“I didn’t know you were in a diaper,” she said, turning to face you directly. You felt your cheeks grow red, and you could swear you felt a trickle escape into your padding. “Our policy is that for anyone wearing diapers, we have to check and potentially change them. It’s for hygiene reasons. Take off your pants.”

She said it so matter of factly, like it was no big deal that you were about to undress in front of this stranger and reveal your diapers. But you were not an assertive person, and Emily spoke with such decisiveness. You found yourself standing and unbuckling your belt, before pulling your pants down to reveal your diaper.

”Well aren’t those cute!” Emily said. You hadn’t expected to be seen by anyone today, and had opted for a cloth-backed diaper with a cartoon bear on it. “But my my, seems like somebody had a bit of an accident.”

In truth, Emily was understating it. You were absolutely soaked, the diaper puffed up with your pee and the wetness indicators long gone. You knew that you’d been wetting all afternoon, but you didn’t realize you’d been this drenched. Emily made a note on your chart, and then stood up.

“Like I said, we’re required to change a diaper if the wearer is wet or messy. It doesn’t smell like you made a mess, but that is one super soaked diaper! So I’m going to get the changing supplies, and I’ll be right back. How does that sound?”

Emily didn’t wait for you to reply. She opened the door and walked on out into the hallway. Unfortunately, she had left the door ajar, and several other nurses walked past. You could have sworn they smirked at your diapered dilemma.

A few minutes later, Emily returned with some supplies. In her hand she had wipes, baby powder, and a diaper. But it wasn’t just any diaper. You could already see that it was thicker than the one you were wearing. It was plain white with pale blue tapes. You stared at it, knowing without a doubt that very soon you’d be wearing that diaper.

“Ok, let’s open this diaper up and see the damage,” Emily said, ripping the tapes on your colorful, soaked diaper one by one. The ripping sound was so loud, you could swear that everyone in the entire clinic could hear. Emily just went about her business, like it was no big deal she was changing a grown adult out of a soaked diaper covered in cartoon animals.

“Oh, oh my,” she said in slight shock when she pulled your diaper open, exposing your most vulnerable area to the cool air. Emily was clearly trying to maintain her professional composure, but she was failing. “Well, I suppose I see why you wear diapers,” Emily said with a significant look at your crotch. “It’s ok dear, lots of grown men never get bigger ‘down there,’ and lots of grown men need diapers. It’s all perfectly natural.”

Emily wiped you down, and commanded you to lift your bottom. Since you were on the edge of the examination table, you didn’t have anywhere to push against with your feet to lift up. It took Emily a moment to realize her mistake, but she swiftly corrected things by grasping your ankles and lifting you herself. You could feel how strong she was, and when she let you back down, you were sitting on the fresh diaper, now open and inviting.

Even sitting on your new diaper, you could feel its thickness. It was bone dry, and still thicker than your last diaper had been fully soaked. Emily sprinkled a generous amount of baby powder all over your baby sized parts, and then pulled your new diaper up and taped it snug around your waist.

“Let’s get you on your feet,” Emily said, holding your hands and pulling you up off the changing table. You stood there in a shirt and your diaper, legs slightly apart from the bulk. She had already wrapped up your old soggy diaper in a tight bundle, and now she handed it to you to hold. You weren’t really sure what to do with it, but you followed her implied instructions without resistance.

“Ok, that’s one diaper changed. So well behaved!” Emily said. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to do a few quick tests, and then we can get you out of how does that sound? Also, before you leave I want to stop at the front desk with you. We can get you these new medical diapers through your insurance, and I want to make sure you get the details right. We can leave your pants off for the testing I think.”

Emily conducted a few tests and made some notes on your chart. To be honest, you were still dazed by the diaper change, so it passed without notice. As she wrapped up, Emily grabbed your pants from the hook they’d been hanging on.

“Here, let me help you get your pants on. Then you and I can go make sure you have a steady supply of diapers.”

Emily held out your pants and you stepped into them on somewhat uneven footing. Your new diaper was tricky to get used to. She pulled up your pants and just barely got them up over your diaper. You had a clear puffy outline, and a white plastic waistband that stuck up past the top of your pants. Satisfied with her work, Emily led you out the door.

You were still carrying your soggy, wrapped up cartoon diaper as you followed after your nurse. She confidently walked to the front desk. You looked around the waiting room and saw several attractive women, and even a few good looking men. Your cheeks grew very red.

“I need you to put an extra order of our super deluxe medical diapers in for this guy” Emily said to the receptionist. “We wanna make sure he doesn’t spring any leaks, don’t we?” She looked at you, and you nervously nodded your head.

“That should be everything,” Emily said. “Oh yeah, let’s get that used diaper tossed away.” She led you across the room to where a medical waist trash can stood. You thankfully deposited your drenched diaper in the bin. The receptionist signaled to Emily, who took you back to the front desk. They conferred for a moment.

“It seems like we have some extra diapers in stock,” Emily said as she lifted a large pack of the same white diapers you wore currently. She handed you the bag. “You’ll be able to stay much drier this way. And here’s some *instructions* for personal use.” You weren’t really sure why she had put such emphasis on instructions, but accepted the slip of paper too.