My Little Sack of Flour

     This past week in our P.E. Sex Ed Class, we had to carry a flour sack baby during our daily routine. Although this may not seem that bad, "Psh, just a sack of flour?" but it definitely tests an 8th grader's ability to care for something weaker than you. First of all, having to carry it everywhere means that playing during recess is a definite no because you can play soccer or basketball with a real baby. The soccer guys have formed a rotating ring of babysitters who switch out every time a goal is scored. Then there is also the weight. This extra 5 pounds of weight burdens your load of a backpack and a laptop. Also, you need to ensure that the baby doesn't fall, which makes it harder to care for. Remembering to get your baby after class is done is difficult because it hasn't been incorporated into your mind that: baby = your left foot, you can't leave class without it. This is experience has been relatively easier than the RealCare baby that I took home a couple of weeks ago, but it still is quite a task. By the way, My baby's name is Wonder Klaus.

The Baby from Hell

Hey Guys,

 Last friday I received a RealCare baby from my science teacher in exchange for 5 extra credit points that I would earn. I assumed that it wouldn't be that hard, but little did I know the agony I would have to endure. When it first turned on at 7 p.m. on Friday, I was getting anxious because it wouldn't do anything. Then an hour later it started to cry, and it wasn't that bad either. At one point, it started crying as I was eating, and so my cousin decided to feed me while I fed my baby. My other cousin took a picture and put it on Facebook; This isn't the publicity I wanted. I thought that maybe if it stayed this way it would be an easy 5 points, just like that, but I was sadly mistaken. The baby decided it would be great to wake up at around 3 A.M. to cry its "eyes" out, until I fed it for at least 15 minutes. Not only that, but it's cry is so loud that it woke up my cousins.  After the first night of no sleep, I was tempted to keep the baby outside for the duration of the project. Luckily on Saturday, it was asleep for almost the entire day! I guess it takes a lot of effort to stay awake from 3 to 8 crying and being fed, because that is so hard isn't it? Taking the baby to the Superbowl was one of the worst ideas I've ever had. I assumed my little cousins who love dolls would take care of it and I was clear. Who'd have guessed that they had their friends over and wanted no part of my project, and I ended up having to sit dejected in the corner for the entire second half of the Superbowl feeding, burping, changing, and thinking malicious thoughts to my child. For some reason, drunk, Indian uncles decided that it would be funny if they slapped the child to see if it was "real." I don't understand if this is something they do to their own child, or that they think its orthodox? The last hour felt like an eternity. Counting down the minutes, I was overly enjoyed that he finally turned off! The first thing I did was to lift it by the leg and swing it all over the house, then I resumed my sanity and stuffed it into its carrier, never wanting to see its face again. Thankfully, I slept in for the next 2 days without the rude interruption of the baby. Peace and Bliss!