What's more fun than a real baby that takes every moment of your attention? Why, a plastic simulator baby of course!
That's right, it's Mimi's weekend for the child development baby simulator. You know... the realistic doll that's programmed to cry every few hours until you take care of it. The goal is to stop the crying in 2 minutes or less, as the crying gets progressively louder. And yeah, babycakes can get pretty demanding.
It's got sensors for diapers, bottles, motion, and proximity. That would be proximity to Mimi, since she has the corresponding ID sensor strapped to her wrist for the duration - making sure that she is the only one who can respond.
Chucky - as I affectionately call the little shnookems (because of it's horror-movie-like ability to tell when you are alone, or when you're asleep), is programmed to record how long it takes for each response, as well as other things, like letting it's head fall backwards, or if it's shaken or dropped. Yikes.
Mimi's doing great.
But I just want to say that this grandmother thing has been one big crock of false advertising.
A) the baby is butt-ugly.
B) I'm barely aloud to touch it,
C) I now have the privilege of parenting a teen WITH A BABY.
That last one comes with the added bonus of explaining eleventy nine times that tonight's sleepover is out of the question not only because of your chores and bedroom status, but BECAUSE YOU HAVE A BABY. People who have babies do not go on sleepovers with their teenage friends. (Hey, I figure we're having a learning experience here - might as well make it realistic, right?)
Welcome to simulated motherhood.
Which is hard enough.
But hey- if they REALLY wanted to make it realistic, that baby would get a mystery rash in the middle of the night, projectile vomit at least twice during the weekend, and have an exploding diaper that requires washing every bit of clothing both of you are wearing.
THAT'S a learning experience.