Mousey is in the eighth grade. She told us in the beginning of the year that at some point she would be bringing home a “Real Baby” for the weekend. You know, those babies that you have to care for and it’s supposed to make you realize that a baby is a lot of work? I think she was a little excited.
Last weekend was the weekend. And she was ever so happy to drop that child off first thing this morning!!! She has been SO busy, oh, so busy.
She brought the “baby” home on the bus Friday and has been working ever since. For the first day and a half, the key and chime mechanism were not working right, and that caused little Juliana Alexis to have these major ugly fits. Poor Mousey had her own little meltdown during this time. She was worried she would fail the project. I told her I would write a note for her, SWEARING that she was a fit parent, and was jumping through flaming hoops, trying to calm this child. That seemed to calm my child some.
Then, she accidentally broke the plastic bracelet, that the key disc was on, while getting dressed. That brought on another panic attack. Cause I guess that proves that you abandoned the thing, or something like that. But, she did take that opportunity to change the disc to the spare disc, before we pinned the bracelet back on. And I had to write that whole incident in the note as well. But ever since she replaced the disc, the whole thing has worked much better.
She has done an admirable job caring for the little Mexican baby. She has fed, burped, changed her diaper, juggled her, has had her sleep and a shower interrupted. All the while supporting it’s little head, so it wouldn’t get “shaken baby syndrome”. She has had to carry her little bundle of joy to the library, church and the Dollar Store in its little car seat. Just like real life. She even wondered if some people would think she was an unwed teen mother, and tried to foist her off on The Ab-Cat or me. I have seen her work very conscientiously this weekend and have seen little glimpses of motherhood in her.
I will be glad to have the baby gone as well. Cause MY Baby was too busy with her baby all weekend. And I missed her. I need some sugar from our Girl.
In my note to the teacher, I commended her on the project. Cause Mousey informed me that she has NO INTENTION of having a baby any time soon. She said it was “like death”.
Jip the Farm Dog said,
April 29, 2008 at 7:46 PM
I feel your pain. Eric had to have a flour baby for two week. Yes, count them – 2 (not days, but weeks). He was busted for neglect, because he left his baby in Algebra. However, he still earned father of the year. Mostly because the rest of the boys left their babies in their lockers.