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The Bureau of Block Based Engineering
A Plushveria story about wobbly towers, crinkly bums an very important building workies
There are lots of important places in Plushveria.
There’s the Bureau of Barrier Cream.The Royal Paci Reserve.The Office of Emergency Bottles.And the Council of Blankies, Cushions an Important Softness.
But on this day, a brand new department got made.
It was called...
The Bureau of Block-Based Engineering.
And unfortunatly for the kingdom, the head engineer was Prince Oli.
Which meant things were about to get very cute, very padded, and maybe not very safe for buildings.
It started in the soft golden bit of the afternoon, when Oli was sat right in the middle of the cream nursery rug. He was wearing a thick snug nappy that gave off a happy little crinkle crinkle whenever he shifted his weight, and a comfy little sleepsuit that had already come half unzipped from all the wriggling about he’d been doing.
His favourite starry paci bobbed at his lips.
Suck suck sigh.
He sat with his legs in a little baby V, one hand on his crinkly lap and the other patting excitedly at the new blocks Mummy had bought him.
Not just normal blocks.
Mummy blocks.
Which made them extra special.
Oli looked up at her with wide dreamy eyes, pink cheeks, and his paci slipped out with a tiny wet pop.
“Mummy bought dese for me?” he asked, even tho she had already told him that like three times.
Mummy smiled that warm smile that always made his insides go all melty an safe and small.
“I did, baby,” she said. “Because my sweet boy needed more blocks for all his important building jobs.”
Oli made the softest happiest little squeaky sound.
Then he clapped both hands and his nappy crinkled loud under him.
“For me,” he said again in a tiny amazed voice, like she had just told him the moon belonged to him now.
Mummy sat down right beside him on the rug, wrapped her arms round him for a big cosy hug, and brushed her fingers through his messy hair.
“For you,” she said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “So what is Chief Baby Builder going to make first?”
Oli stared very seriously at the pile of colourful blocks.
This was a very big job.
He was wearing a nappy.He had a paci.He had a Mummy helping him.
So really he was probbly the most qualified little builder in all the Seven Stuffie Kingdoms.
“I build...” he said, pausing with a deep thinky frown. “Ummm. I build Castle Cuddlekeep 2.”
Mummy blinked. “Two?”
Oli nodded very solemnly, his nappy rustling against the rug.
“Cause first one maybe too snuggly and need annexe.”
“An annexe?”
“Yes.” He picked up a yellow block and squinted at it like a tiny professor. “For extra stuffies. An maybe emergency tinkle supplies.”
Mummy tried very hard not to laugh.
“Of course. Very important.”
“Yesh,” said Oli proudly, bouncing slightly because Mummy understood his little world so perfectly.
He leaned forward, nappy rustling, and started the very serious building work. First he sorted the blocks by colour, because suddenly that felt like the most important rule in the whole universe. Then he lined some up in a neat row across the rug. Then he changed his mind and stacked them into a wobbly tower.
Every few seconds, he paused, twirled a strand of hair with one hand, and looked up to make sure Mummy was watching.
“Mummy?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I doing it.”
“You are doing it, sweetheart.”
“Good?”
“The absolute best.”
That was enough to make his whole face glow.
He popped his binky back in and did some very serious suck suck suck, his whole body going soft and soothed. Then he pulled it out again to explain more.
“Dis red one is the snack room for biscuits. Dis blue one is nap room. Dis green one is changing room for if prince gets stinky.”
“A very important room,” Mummy agreed.
Oli nodded seriously.
“Very stinky emergencys possible.”
Mummy looked at him sideways. “Possible, hmm?”
Oli immediately looked very innocent.
He popped the paci back into his mouth and gave her that classic baby look that said i am just a small sweet padded prince and i have never done anyfing wrong ever.
Mummy leaned down, pulled him into her lap for a sweet snuggle, and kissed his rosy cheek.
They built together on the rug, with Mummy handing him blocks and Oli putting them in places that mostly only made sense to a toddler brain. The building grew bigger slowly, crookedly, and very happily.
There was a little bridge.A tiny tower.A door that was way too small.A giant wall for no clear reason.
One block was called “the official bottle shelf.”
Another was “where turtles live.”
At one point, Oli got so excited by the nice little click click click sound the blocks made fitting together that it made his busy brain happy. So he just did it over and over again to soothe himself.
“Mummy listen,” he whispered.
Click.
“Mhm.”
Click.
“Wow.”
Click click click.
Oli squealed. “That noise make my brain happy.”
Mummy’s face went all soft as she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.
“I know, baby.”
He turned round and looked at her then, really looking at her with those big open trusting eyes.
“You know lots of fings.”
Mummy leaned over and squeezed him close.
“That’s because it’s my job to know my baby.”
That made him go completely still for a second.
Still and warm and quietly emotional in that little way he had, where the safety of being babied showed on his face before he could find the words.
He gave one tiny nod, accepting this as a very important truth of the universe.
“Mhm,” he said softly, leaning his head back into her shoulder before going back to his blocks with an even fuller heart.
After a while, the building project got even more serious.
The tower had to be taller.
Not just a bit taller.
The tallest tower in all Plushveria.
Oli shuffled up onto his knees, sleepsuit bunched at his thighs, big crinkly bum puffed out behind him as he concentrated with his whole body. His tongue poked out a bit. His little fingers placed one block, then another, then another.
Crinkle.
Wobble.
Tap.
“Mummy,” he whispered urgently, “don’t breathe too loud.”
Mummy tried not to smile. “Oh? Why?”
“Cause tower is doin a balancing.”
“A balancing?”
“Yesh. Is science.”
“Ahh. Of course.”
He put another block on top and sat back to admire it.
The tower stood tall and proud and a little bit silly, swaying gently like it already knew it was in danger.
Oli gasped.
“Mummy!”
“Yes?”
“Lookit!”
“I’m looking.”
“Is BIG.”
“It is very big.”
“Maybe biggest ever.”
“In recorded history.”
He beamed at her.
Then, because fate is mean and babies are wiggly, he bounced once in excitement.
Just once.
His padded bum landed back on the rug with a very loud crinkle.
The tower gave a sudden scary little wobble.
Oli froze.
Mummy froze.
Professor Harvey Hippo, who was sitting nearby under official instructions to supervise, did absolutly nothing to help.
Then the tower fell down in very dramatic slow motion.
Clack.
Clatter.
Kerplunk.
The whole top half tumbled down into a colourful heap.
There was silence.
Oli stared at the ruins.
Mummy stared at Oli.
Oli’s mouth made a perfect tiny little O.
Then he turned to her with the most shocked face ever.
“Mummy,” he whispered, “someone did a sabotage.”
Mummy pressed her lips together, her shoulders shaking. “Someone?”
Oli looked very slowly at Professor Harvey.
The plush hippo sat there with total innocent eyes.
“Harvey,” Oli said, narrowing his eyes and pointing. “Was you. You looked suspicious for ages.”
Mummy gasped dramatically.
“Professor Harvey? Not the royal building inspector!”
And then Oli started laughing.
Proper helpless bubbly baby giggles that made him fold forward, hiding his face in his crinkly lap. Mummy laughed too, pulling his warm padded body securely back into her lap, and soon the whole rug was full of snuggles and silliness and them both being way too amused to care that the tower had fallen over.
That was one of the best things about being small with Mummy.
Even disasters turned into giggles.
Even when things fell down, it didn’t feel so bad when someone was there to help you build them back up again.
After the great building disaster, Oli got a bit wrigglier.
He’d been sitting still for a while, and that funny jumbly busy sensory feeling had started creeping into his arms and legs. He rocked a little. Tugged at the zip of his sleepsuit. Put his paci in, took it out, chewed on the shield, then picked up a soft blue block and rubbed the smooth edge of it against his cheek, trying to calm his face.
Mummy noticed straight away, because of course she did.
“You doing okay, baby?”
Oli gave a tiny heavy shrug.
“Maybe.”
“That sounds like maybe not fully.”
He glanced at her, then back at the blocks.
“Body feel funny. Leggies feel wiggly. Brain too loud and buzzy. Maybe tired. Maybe need cuddle. Dunno. Needs are jumbly.”
Mummy’s voice went extra gentle.
“That’s okay, my sweet boy. You don’t always have to know straight away. We can work it out together.”
That made his heavy shoulders drop.
Because that was the magic of her.
She never expected him to have everything figured out nice and neatly. She never made him feel silly for being overwhelmed or muddly. If his needs came in all jumbly, she helped him sort through them one by one.
Mummy opened her arms.
“Come here, engineer.”
Oli went right away.
He scrambled over in that clumsy, heavy-bottomed, toddlerish way and climbed directly into her lap, knees and nappy and all. She gathered him up easily, locking one arm securely around his back and using the other to rub his thick nappy in slow soothing circles.
Crinkle crinkle crinkle.
“Ohhh,” Mummy murmured, rocking him side to side. “That helps, huh?”
Oli buried his face deep into her shoulder.
“Mhm. Mummy warm.”
She kissed the top of his head.
“My little builder worked very hard.”
“Did lots of advanced science.”
“You did. Very advanced baby science.”
He gave a tiny sleepy giggle.
Mummy adjusted his weight and gave his bottom a loving practical little pat pat pat nappy check. Oli just melted completely flat against her, turning into a warm floppy puddle of total baby trust, perfectly happy to be fussed over and looked after.
“Still dry,” she said. “But I think someone might be getting sleepy.”
Oli gave a faint grumble.
“Maybe.”
“Might Chief Engineer need a break?”
“Maybe bottle break.”
“Ahh. Very important.”
“And maybe...” he yawned. “Maybe lap.”
Mummy smiled. “You’ve already got lap.”
“Oh.” He thought about that sleepily. “Good.”
She rocked him there for a little while, surrounded by blocks and the remains of the kingdom’s least stable tower. Professor Harvey kept his distance, probably because legal action for sabotage was coming.
Soon Mummy gently shifted him so he was sitting right between her legs, his back resting safe against her warm tummy so they could work on a new design together.
This one was much better.
Safer.
Lower to the ground.
More suited for a very sleepy prince with a loud nappy and a very enthusiastic way of helping.
“It’s a block fort,” Mummy said.
Oli nodded seriously.
“For if baby needs recover from construction accident.”
“Exactly.”
They added walls, little doors, a block bed for Harvey, and a tiny area that Oli insisted was “the emergency nappy station.”
Mummy held up a green block.
“What’s this one?”
Oli thought very hard.
“Dat is the extra soft wipes drawer.”
“And this yellow one?”
“Snack containment.”
“This blue one right in the middle?”
He leaned all his weight back into her, smiling all soft now.
“Mummy office.”
“Oh, I have an office in the fort?”
“Yesh. For kissin important papers and approving baby fings.”
“Kissin papers?” Mummy chuckled, sounding like her heart was very full.
Oli nodded with total confidence.
“Official work. Kiss kiss.”
“Baby, I think you mean signing papers.”
“No. Kissin papers.”
“Well, I suppose in Plushveria maybe that is how it works.”
“It is.”
When the fort was finished, Oli crawled forward to inspect it, his nappy swaying under his sleepsuit. He pushed one last block into place, sat back, and let out a pleased little sigh.
“Mummy.”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“We builded it.”
“We did.”
“With teamwork.”
“With teamwork.”
He turned and looked at her with one of those unbearably sweet, vulnerable expressions that always seemed to come out when he was completely little and completely safe.
“You help me when I not know how,” he said softly.
Mummy’s face gentled in that pure devoted way it did whenever he said something small and true.
“I always will, baby boy. Mummy’s always got you.”
He blinked sleepily.
Then, because he was Oli and too much sincerity always had to turn back into nonsense eventually, he pointed a limp finger at Harvey and said,
“But if tower falls again... we still sue him.”
“Of course.”
“An maybe Raphael too.”
“Very reasonable legal strategy.”
He grinned.
A little later, after some more building and one important cuddle break and one less important but loudly requested tickle break, the signs of tiredness got even clearer.
Oli’s movements slowed right down.
He rubbed one eye with his fist. Then the other. Then he sat there in complete silence for nearly twenty seconds with a red block clutched in his hand and a very far away look on his face.
Mummy watched him.
“Baby?”
No answer.
“Sweet boy?”
He blinked and looked at her dreamily.
“Hm?”
“What’s going on in that little head?”
He looked down at the block.
“Thinkin bout... if fort need a nap room.”
Mummy smiled.
“I think that’s a big yes.”
“Mhm. Cause me tired. An you tired. An feathery baby birds had a nest nap... so maybe us too.”
“That sounds like a perfect plan, angel.”
He held both arms straight up in the air.
“Mummy transport, please.”
And that was that.
She scooped his heavy padded body up and carried him over to the rocking chair. His head immediately hit her shoulder, his body going floppy with that absolute trust of a baby who knew he was safe. Mummy tucked a thick blanket around them both, popped his paci gently back into his mouth, and rubbed his back while his nappy made soft sleepy little crinkles against her lap.
On the floor nearby sat the finished block fort.
Crooked.
Colourful.
A bit lopsided.
Perfect.
Proof that the Bureau of Block-Based Engineering had, despite sabotage and setbacks, completed its most important project.
Oli peeked at it through droopy heavy eyes.
“Mummy?”
“Yes, angel?”
“Tomorrow... we build bigger.”
“We can do that, baby.”
“Maybe whole kingdom.”
“The whole kingdom?”
He nodded sleepily, his little hand loosely closing around her finger.
“With changing station.”
“Obviously.”
“An snacks.”
“Essential.”
“An office for kissin papers.”
Mummy laughed softly and kissed his forehead, then his nose, and right on top of his head.
“Yes, baby. We’ll make room for that too.”
Satisfied with that, Oli gave one last tiny deep baby sigh and snuggled in closer.
His hand found hers.
His paci bobbed once.
Then twice.
Suck suck sigh.
And there in Mummy’s arms, while the afternoon glowed all warm and golden around them and the new blocks waited patiently on the rug for tomorrow’s adventures, the littlest engineer in Plushveria drifted off to sleep.
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