theclowncarcircus
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Oh... I love this and I will write about this soon
TF 141. Indoor trampolines.
SOMEONE WRITE SOMETHING PLEASE I BEG YOU!!
Reblog if your blog is a judgement-free zone!
Regressors of all kinds are welcome here: regressors of color, neurodivergent regressors, fat regressors, system regressors, disabled regressors, queer regressors, older regressors, hairy regressors, regressors who are addicts, mentally ill regressors, fandom regressors, diapered regressors, middle regressors, teen regressors, regressors who do it just for fun, regressors who do it involuntarily, regressors who post positivity, regressors who use their blog to vent, regressors who are also caregivers, permaregressors, regressors who only age dream, regressors who watch content geared towards adults, regressors who don't want caregivers, regressors of all kinds!
I think that each boy has a different relationship with haircuts and their hair
Simon keeps his head mostly buzzed, mostly because it's easy to maintain and wash. It doesn't touch him or give him sensory issues like other hair cuts. The only thing he doesn't love is the sound of the clippers or the feeling of it on his head. Ever since Price found weighted barber capes, Simon is a little calmer during haircuts with the added pressure to his shoulders.
Kyle loves wash days. (I'm gonna make a post about his regression headcannons soon) He loves having his head massaged and his curls nurtured with some good oils and proper products. Each boy has learned how to do his hair so that no matter who's the caregiver is, he can have nice hair. He's really good with haircuts if you let him watch something on your phone.
Johnny has his classic mohawk. He loves it, easy natural style, no hair touching his ears, less product used in the bath. He doesn't love haircuts, not because of sensory issues, but because he has to sit still for a while to avoid any nics to the skin. If he sits still for the most part, he gets a lollipop as a reward.
John has learned to cut and maintain all of his boys' hair because he will take any excuse to spend as much time with his boys as possible it's easier and cheaper than going to the barbers. It's the little one on one moments of cutting, washing and styling their hair that makes him feel closer to them.
Sudden idea that Simon grows really really attached the ugliest toys.
I'm talking teddy bears with mismatched fur from being repaired, missing an eye and a limb. Those cymbal monkeys with the crazy eyes? He adores his, carries it around the house like a beloved companion
He loves ugly dolls, stuffies, and dented and broken toys that barely work as intended, toting them around with the delicately of a fine piece of art.
Also, do NOT call his toys ugly. It may be true, but to him, they are beautiful and he loves them.
Should I write a fic about this?
I know this blog isn't YouTube related, but I'd really appreciate it if you could check out my YouTube channel. I make a lot of ramble videos talking about whatever.
I use the same name for all social media, but this is my newest video. Thank you! If you have the chance, check it out. I appreciate it.
⚠️The cursed war destroyed my home after my beautiful little girl was trying to recover from autism and practicing her mental therapy exercises within the Red Crescent program. Her nervous attacks intensified, so I cannot provide painkillers and Speed Pan pills. She screams at night to make us feel that she is tired of life😭 and complains of weak immunity and chronic kidney failure💔
What is happening in Gaza is not just a war, it is a genocide and an ongoing massacre that is wiping out families and homes. We are innocent and have lost our homes, and the street has become our place.🌿 No one will give you a piece of cloth to put on the sand. We want peace and to return to complete the treatment of my disabled daughter.🥹 If you can sleep, I am crying because of my inability to meet the needs of my family. I will pray for you in my prayers. Do not hesitate to donate and participate🌸
🆂🆃🅰🆁🆅🅰🆃🅸🅾🅽 ⚰
From the heart of unimaginable suffering, I want to sincerely thank everyone who has supported my family 🙏🏻
Right now, famine is hitting us harder than ever, my heart cries whenever I go to the market to buy any basic necessities! The prices are crazy, and most days my children survive on just bread Hunger and thirst are destroying us, and cooking on fire increases our suffering unbearably! Severe eye and chest sensitivity, in addition to constant stomach pain due to the type of food and the way it is cooked.
All this while we flee from one place to another in fear of bombing, bullets, and imminent danger! I cannot describe what I feel, but it is a feeling beyond exhaustion!
Despite the exhaustion, your support gives us strength and I hope you will not let us down
If you can donate, please do so, or at least help us by sharing, so we can reach those who can
Your kindness truly keeps us going
>> Our campaign is vetted by gazavetters list at Momen & his famil
Gaza is full of oppression #The worst is yet to come #Genocide #A resilient people
His name is Reginald and he's on the lease
you knock on my door and hear loud barking and scrambling noises and me yelling "no!! down boy!! down!!!" and then when i open the door there is a single crab on the floor
♦️My home was completely destroyed, our dreams were stolen, and stability was taken away here by death, hunger, and loss.💔♦️
⛔The war has returned blood is everywhere the sound of explosions never stops we lose our children every minute We deserve life help us survive death is closing in on my family we need your support more than ever⛔.The whole world is silent. There is no way out of this hell We are dying before your eyes Please don't leave us😭
$20 will make a huge difference in providing for their needs and medical expenses. I have a huge responsibility ahead of me: my children, my sick daughter, and my elderly parents.I beg you by all that is humane to support us No one gives us anything 🙏🏻💔
Might need to write caregiver batman
Guys, we all know Bruce is emotionally constipated. And he would not handle his kids crying well at all. So, I present to you, Bruce and his 'don't be sad' tactics: 12 y/o Dick: Crying in his room bc something reminded him of his mom Bruce, hearing the sobs: 'oh god what the fuck do i do' Bruce, knocking on the door before opening it and setting down a plushy he had a child on Dick's bed, before quickly backing out of the room: 'fuck did that go well?'
Jason: instinctual tears because someone punched him in the nose.
Bruce: walks over to Jason to awkwardly hand him one of the candies he keeps to comfort children
Tim: Burst into tears out of sheer frustration over a case (and bc he's been up for about 48 hours) Bruce: Quietly walks over to put a mug of hot chocolate in front of Tim before getting tf out of there All the batkids have their own experience with Bruce giving them something to stop them from crying. They treasure the little moments. Because Bruce is trying. He is doing his best.
The war has returned again, Gaza is under bombardment and my area is being subjected to heavy shelling. We have lost hope in our rights. We must evacuate this city where there is no security. Donate to my family again, you are our only hope.
Donate here
raised 50$/10000$
Vetted by : 90-ghost
Due to some bullshittery on gofundme's part, Musab has lost access to all the funds they had previously gathered and is one of the many Palestinian who now must restart their fundraiser from the ground up at 0.
( VETTING: #520 on the Gazavetters document )
And due to Tumblr's bullshittery marking multiple posts as "sensitive content" for no discernable reason and targeting Palestinian fundraisers to hide them, I will instead hyperlink to Musab's fundraiser instead of a direct link in order to try get past the flagging.
Please donate if you can here. They're very low on donations.
🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
With love and endless gratitude
All of you here on Tumblr, don’t ignore this before you do something. How long will you remain silent? ✊🏽 While we die before your eyes? Have you experienced losing your health? Have you experienced losing your feet? Have you experienced losing your family? Have you experienced your children dying of hunger and thirst? Have you experienced losing your friends? Think carefully, move your hearts. This is enough—our hearts are crying. No to silence. (Engage here, click on the heart) Donate here 🍁 I depend on your donations to live, me and my family.
Please don't let us die alone here. Donate, share
The last loaf of bread for four people. A kilo of flour costs $15, and a full bag costs $400.
Please don't leave my children hungry. Donate even a small amount via the link in our bio. Please, please.
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is (#356)✅️
For your information, in Gaza we don't eat chicken, meat, vegetables, fruits, eggs, fish, milk, yogurt, cheese, and the list goes on... Most people don't have flour, sugar, ghee, oil, thyme, or even work... The list goes on and no one has gas or electricity, and the list goes on... And people are still living, and when I ask them how they are, they say "Thank God." Don't these people deserve support and respect? Don't we deserve to live?
Help me provide bread for my children, it costs $500. I trust your generosity and humanity.
I hope you don't watch in silence, this is part of our suffering. While you wake up to a cup of coffee, we wake up to the sound of warplanes, bombing and destruction.🇵🇸🍉🇵🇸🇵🇸🍉
While you miss your bathroom and wash your face and teeth, we stand in line to wait our turn to relieve ourselves.💔💔😭
When we come to wash our faces, we do not find soap, and even the price of toothpaste has reached a point that makes us say, “No, no.”🍉🇵🇸😭😭
And when you prepare a meal for yourself and your children, all we have left is yesterday's bread, which is cold and dry and contains nothing, and we prepare it from spoiled, dirty flour that is not worthy of being food for animals.💔💔💔🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸
Our children suffer from malnutrition. We do not find any food to eat in the markets or any of the necessities of life. Our children thought of planting simple seeds in the hope that they could fill the gap.
🙏🙏😭💔💔💔💔🇵🇸
We suffer a lot in the tents. Insects and infectious skin diseases spread. I suffered from chronic high blood pressure due to the heat of the tents at first, but I also suffer from Behcet's disease.
💔💔💔💔
Often times we wish to go back to how we were before the war, to go back to our simple lives. Please donate even a little, your support will be a source of hope for us after all this suffering.🙏🙏🙏🇵🇸🇵🇸💔💔💔
Vetted by @gazavetters, my number on the list is ( #179 )
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Please help me, my little boy is about to die, he has a serious surgery, we in Gaza do not have everything, my child is about to die, help me even with a small amount of money 😭💔
So, I hope you can help me evacuate my family from Gaza so that my child can get treatment abroad.
I ask everyone who sees this to donate or contribute so that we can get out of this nightmare.
✅ Please donate now
My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
Vetted by @gazavetters
Simon and the swings
(Not really proof read, just a silly drabble of little 141)
Price loves his boys. Strong, resilient, and capable, they were a perfect team. And an even better family. They mostly lived together. It was easier than renting out places that you aren't going to be living in during deployment. Price bought a modest farm house on an ache of land. Privacy, room to move and work out.
Room to play. Sure, if someone looked at Price's backyard, they'd be convinced he ran a small day care of 20 very big toddlers. But in reality, he and the boys had spent time building an elaborate playground for them to use when they regressed.
Swings, monkey bars, a small platform that had two slides, and a fireman pole. Price had to do a lot of research, and spent a lot of time tinkering and self testing, managed a small merry go round that could fit all four boys. Of course, the playground was a big hit, but outdoor time was always a given with the regressed boys.
Today, even Gaz was regressed, eagerly helping Roach climb up the platform stairs to the slide. Price watches happily, ready to settle down on his chair under the umbrella when he notices Ghost on his own in the swings. The little one sat alone, everyone more eager to run around and play, but he wanted to swing, wiggling and kicking his legs weakly to get some momentum.
"Oh bub.." Price coos softly under his breath, setting his lemonade down and starting to walk over. "What's going on here, little one?" He asks lovingly, crouching down on front of him. Simon let out a huff, a whine, and his pout pushes his pacifier against his mask. "Ah.. understood. Want me to give you a push?" He offers, smiling softly.
Simon smiles a little, nodding happily and reaching out to rub Price's beard. "Mm! Mmhmm!" He hums, stimming excitedly as his Papa gets up and starts to pull the swings chain back. Simon had spent so much of his childhood, so much of his life, being misunderstood, being left alone, and being told he was a burden when he couldn't communicate.
But now, it was like Price could take one look into his eyes, listen to one hum, and he knew what Simon needed. Price, let's go of the chain, grinning at the squeal Simon let's out as he swings forward. Price is careful not to let him go too high. Sometimes, Simon would accidentally lose grip on the chain, falling out of the swings. So until Price could finish the swings with a seat belt, he was going to stay close to the ground.
He looks over at the play structure, watching Johnny happily climbing around on the moneky bars. He knew he should be worried that he was crawling on all fours above the monkey bars, but there was no point in getting him to stop. If anything, Johnny could fall off, take a small breather, and after a few hugs and kisses, would go back to doing it. As if sensing Price's eyes on him, he looks over and grins.
"Hi Papa!!" He squeals before going back to concentrate on his crawling. Kyle was watching Roach come down the slide, helping the little one back onto his feet when he reached the bottom of the slide.
Simon let's out another happy squeal as he swings, making a small grunt sound that sound like he needed a break. Price holds onto the chains and helps him slow to a start, rubbing his back softly and kneeling beside him. "What's up, button?" He asks softly, Simon hums quietly with a little shrug. "Wanna go play now? Feel ready?" He offers, seeing a little smile from under his balaclava.
"Si! Wanna play?" Johnny asks, standing beside the swing out of nowhere. Price never fails to be amazed how quietly his boys can move, even when regressed. Simon squeaks happily, nodding a little as he climbs to his feet and toddles after the Scott. Price watches with a smile, staring at the scene in front of him before heading back to his chair.
They'd be napping good tonight.
I love my little babies. I wanna snuggle them all. Sure, they're strong rugged military men but they're my pookie baby bears 😭💖
Hereby requesting friends in the COD community who will understand my brainrot and talk about those sweet baby boys and our OCs together. Please and thank you.
No thoughts, just big brother Gaz. I headcannon him with lots of siblings, both young and old. Everyone looked out for each other in his family, and now he's found a second family. He's the youngest member of the team, so he doesn't always get the opportunity to look after the others but when he does?
Big. Bro. Mode. Activitied.
He makes a mean fort, ones that take up the entire room and are so comfy that even Price doesn't mind lounging around inside. He doesn't undermine the other caregivers by breaking rules with the littles, but maybe he sneaks them sweets and snacks every now and than.
He is a flip, sometimes regressing to between 8-12, but even then, his love knows no bounds. "Si! Hold my hand, cause we're crossing the road!" He'll insist, wanting to keep his big little brother close by. "No, no, Bubba, we can't use that without Papa." He'll tell Soap in the kitchen to keep the little curious terror from the stove.
I love big brother Gaz, gonna write more later 😭
Caregiver! Price who isn't as strict as you'd expect, except for with routine. Morning routine, night routine, nap times, mealtimes, and clean ups, he's on top of it all. He knows his boys need and do well with routine, so he makes sure to keep one. Also a big fan of sticker charts and treasure box treats.
Caregiver! Price who has learned how to cook at least minimally so his babies aren't eating microwave meals and MREs. He knows a few basic casseroles, and how to cook up veggies so that they get eaten.
Caregiver! Price who is great at soothing his boys no matter what. Nightmares? He's singing a lullaby and letting them cuddle in bed with him. Trauma induced regression? He's there for it with no judgment. Baby being just plain fussy? They get swaddled up and rocked in his rocking chair, being told a story.
Caregiver! Price who knows what it feels like to want love, attention, and care, so he works to provide that for his boys when they regress. He makes sure to have one on one outings with them. Making sure it's within their interests. Art classes at the library for Soap, puppet shows for Simon, and interactive museums for Gaz.
Caregiver! Price that never uses call signs or even real names with his boys. When they are little, it's either a shortened version of their name or a nickname.
Caregiver! Price who can't help but spoil his little ones a little A LOT, with toys they never had or lost during childhood, coloring books, movies, and even stuffed animals (the big ones that are practically body pillows) his boys can't have the full comfort of a nursery, and it's hard to find onesies that fit, so he makes up for it anyway he can.
Caregiver! Price, who was never able to settle down and have kids, realized that having his boys to take care of was just as fulfilling.
Impure!Regression Ghost who bites, hits, and spits, only to apologize later through a mess of snot and silent tears. He doesn't want to hit, he's just so overwhelmed sometimes, so scared.
Impure!Regression Ghost who hides in closets, behind couched, and under beds because he needs a tight enclosed space that he's hard to get too.
Impure!Regression Ghost who cries, and cries, and cries. Chest heaving because he keeps trying to hold his breath, face red, cries silent to avoid being a bother, getting in trouble again.
Impure!Regression Ghost who needs to be slowly, softly calmed, approached like a deer ready to buck and flee at any moment. He needs to be reminded he's safe, he's loved here. If he wasn't how come Soap has his favorite snack? How does Price know the words to his favorite lullaby?
Impure!Regression Ghost who has an amazing team of caretakers who are always there whenever he slips, no matter how hard. Who now gets to end those bad moments, wrapped up in a warm hug, with a full belly and sleepy eyes.
RANDOM DISCLAIMER: Here's the intro to my blog, I've forgotten how to do this so forgive me.
My blog is 18+ MDNI
I write agere and petre content and head cannons. I do not write age play.
I also will write NSFW stuff, and it will be labeled as mature content and will be tagged appropriately. If anytime I make an NSFW post and it's not labeled mature, please let me know so I can fix it asap!
The Fandoms I write for rn are:
Call of duty
Welcome home
911
Criminal minds
Will edit if I think I need to add more :)
Thinking about Pup regressor Graves who loves to nuzzle into someone's leg or knee for affection. He's not much for cuddling on someone's lap, more comfortable kneeling on the floor contently resting his head.
He loves having his head pet. Firm but gentle scratches behind his ear clips and soft massages to his scalp. If his belted tail could move on its own, it would be thumping the floor with joy.
Praises are always welcome, but not needed. Just let the sweet puppy take his spot right beside you, head nuzzling your leg. He just wants affection and closeness at all times.
I love Agere Call of duty but I don't see nearly enough stuff for it so I'm sharing some head cannons I wrote a while ago. I might revise them one-day, or just add onto the post. I love my lil babies (Aka my fictional military men)
König (little bug, tiger, sweetheart, little love)
-Typically regresses to around 1-2. Is very small and mostly non verbal expect some German gibberish. Uses sign language or his communication cards.
-LITTLE KÖNIG HAS A COLA OBSESSION!! even super baby he really wants his fizzy drink and gets really sniffly when he can't have it
-The cutest image to me is him drinking a bottle with his mask lifted just enough for it. He prefers John or Horangi but sometimes he lets uncle soap or Simon feed him. Simon is especially gentle whenever König lets him do bottle time. König loves it when you rub his belly while he drinks. He's doing long slow blinks about half way through his bottle cause it's so good but he's so sleepy!
- Cry. Baby. To the max. He's a sniffing whimpering mess half the time, but is satiated with near 24/7 contact with someone, mostly a caregiver. He just wants to be involved! Talk to him, include him, cuddle and snuggles him! Or he will cry. He loses his binky? Cry. No cola? Cry. Bedtime? Cry!!
- has a big fear of the dark and has 3 different night lights, as well as co sleeping, always.
- shakes like a tiny dog during baths, though the water is never cold. He's just shaking, almost from anxiety it seems, but he's pretty okay when it's a trusted caregiver washing him.
- he's a mask chewer. He loves his pacifier and his teethers for sure, but he loves to suck on his mask and chew on it. The team finds it very nasty, because he has tons of face mask shirts (a whole drawer full) but they're gross! He'll wear them for days at a time and they're germ filled! But you have to be gentle with stopping him. If he feels like he's being scolded or his shirt is being snatched out of his mouth He'll cry.
Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (Little lad, pup, kiddo, sweet boy)
– around 4-6 years old, and pretty verbal. He loves to talk about Legos, sharks, and even in little space, explosives.
– still needs a night light, pull ups, and really likes his pacifier but he is NOT a baby! He has nothing against his baby brothers, he loves them, but he doesn't want to be as little lots of times.
– whenever he gets disciplined as an adult, typically a spanking for disobeying an order or almost getting himself hurt, he will typically regress after. He's a little guy, and Price always assures him he's such a good boy and always deserves love.
– he loves whenever Simon is little with him, since Simon is a little smaller than him. But when Simon is big, he's exceptionally clingy. He wants story times, he wants kisses, he wants love and especially from Simon. He'll take it from anyone, but he loves. Loves Simon.
– also a bottle baby, he just enjoys the bonding experience between him and his caregiver. Only wants one for night time or when he regresses from discipline. He holds the bottle/caregivers hand with one of his just to feel closer to them.
-Loves bath time. Simon will only slightly behave if Soap is in the bath with him, but it's very funny the contrast between the two. Soap is calmly playing with his toys, moving around as needed to be cleaned, while Simon is sometimes screaming, crying and flailing like crazy.
-Very accident prone/clumsy. Always has some kinda bandaid or bruise on him, but takes most tumbles like a champ. He does sometimes "milk" a fall for some cuddles and attention, but no one minds doting on him a little extra.
-Just as clingy as König almost. He loves to be in people's laps, wrapped around they're legs, just as close as allowed.
Simon "Ghost" Riley (bunny, button, baby boy, little one)
-2 to 3 year old regression age, but his accent is hard to understand when he's little, not that he's super verbal. He also has communication cards and knows sign language. Most of his caregivers have gotten to the point where they know what almost every little noise means.
-His lil feets ticklish and he is very. Very. Fussy about it. He does this little squeak squeal whine, wriggling his feet and toes around like an unruly kitten.
-Almost all of his behavior can be described as unruly kitten. He doesn't bite or scratch, anymore… it took many timeouts and talking toos to get him to understand and stop that behavior. He hates timeouts a lot, because that's time away from his caregivers or his Bubbas. Plus there was one time he bit soap and made him cry, which made Simon really upset.
-He's also a mask chewer, but he gets fussy whenever it's traded for a pacifier. He just wants to chew the soft fabric, but with coaxing (honey on the pacifier) Simon typically takes to it pretty well.
-IPad/TV child very much so. He likes his shows, he likes the peacefulness of snuggling with his Papa or Soap with something playing. He will have something on while he eats, but he's surprisingly not messy or overly loud with it.
-Price is surprised how shy Ghost is, especially with new people. He's a cry baby all on his own accord, but it's so endearing. It typically happens when he's overwhelmed, shy, or particularly startled. He'll gently flap his hands, looking around in teary eyed distress for preferably his Papa Price.
-Stims constantly. Bouncing on toes, spinning and jumping in place, flapping hands, rocking or swaying and rubbing his chest are all go to soothing motions. He has a few startling looking ones like slapping at his chest, but he isn't hurting himself when he does. He's a prime baby bouncing dancer. He's always doing a lil bouncing dance, and everyone loves it.
- hates butt changes! No one better say the words "diaper" and "change" to close together lest they want a fussy baby who's rapidly crawling away. They basically have to quickly scoop him up and get him in a little half swaddle like you would a cat so you can clip they're nails.
Gary "Roach" Sanderson (Bug, buggie, little man, little lamb)
-3-5 Years old, and semi verbal. He'll speak when he's comfortable but sometimes he experiences a word shut down and only uses sign language or his communication cards.
-will eat everything. Anything. Is constantly asked "what's in your mouth??" And he rapidly crawls or butt scoots away. He doesn't like traditional pacifiers or teethers, but he loves chewlery especially ones with texture.
-he needs diapers, and pull ups in big space. He's slightly incontinent from being on the battlefield. He doesn't like having to wear them, and changes can be hard because he cries quite a bit. Some good long cuddles are always needed after.
-hes often a crafty lil bugger, he escapes his play pen, and helps the other babies out. Helps them out of bouncers, and crafts plans to sneak cookies and sweets. Often takes all the blame cause it was his idea after all! He hates timeouts and scolding, but Papa Price always sits him on his lap and holds him chin gently so he can talk to him about what he did. Normally works to curb bad behavior for a lil while.
- he really loves to stim with Ghost. He has more verbal stims like hums, tongue clicking, screaming, and repeating words. Also a bounce baby dancer. He loves holding Simon's hand while they dance to whatever is playing.
- really likes being a helper. He wants to be involved in activities and wants to be told he's doing well. Be especially likes to cook with Alejandro or draw with Alex. He loves whenever prices wakes him up or puts him to bed especially, and he loves helping put the babies to bed.