I came home Monday to discover a carseat in my living room.
I hear a baby crying.
Morgan, my oldest,comes around the corner holding something in a blanket and it is crying it's head off.
"Meet your grandson T.J."
I am at a loss for words...
Did I miss the baby shower? Or better yet, " When did this happen?!!"
This bundle of joy is tiny ..and crying still.
She is rocking it and patting it on it's back.
I remove the blanket..
"It's my project for school."
Sigh.... BIG SIGH!!!
This is T.J.
He is an atomically correct baby that she has to keep for her Family Development Class.
He came with car seat and all.
You have to hold his head just like a newborn and he has a variety of keys
from diaper change to affection and even a panic key to help soothe his cries.
(He obviously has colic..lol)
Morgan has to care for him like he was her very own.
This is painful for me to watch..one day she might have children - I'm not ready for that thought yet.
Wait a minute ..Why dosen't it spit up on your last clean shirt?
Or run a fever at 2 a.m. and you have no idea why.
That would be ideal in my eyes.
But on a high note she has to take her bundle of joy EVERYWHERE!!!
We head out to the mall..
T.J. in tow .
(It's raining and Mr. H has to pull the car around so he won't get wet.. too funny!!! )
Morgan is complaining that the baby car seat is too heavy.
WOW.. imagine if it was a real baby!!
I give my girls some money to walk the mall as I get my hair done.
I look back and Morgan and T.J. are sitting there.
What?? Not walk the mall with money??
Nope. She's not cool with her baby on her arm.
We head over to dinner. She has to get a place for T.J. too.
People are looking at me like I am the bad parent...
then they see T.J.
One lady screamed.
"Do you have a problem with my grandson?"
She realizes that it is a doll.
( I know he looks like E.T.)
I like this idea.. caring for a baby to show you how you are NOT ready for one!!
With teenage pregnancy becoming the norm , this is AWESOME.
We even have to be quiet when he is asleep or he will cry.
I don't know how long T.J. will be with us but I personally do not miss the cries of a baby all night.
(Bad memories.. let me tell you.)
He is a learning experience that all young men and women should participate in.
Ok I gotta go.. T.J. will be home soon and I am trying to enjoy the quiet before the storm.