Mi hijo

This weekend I got to spend some time with my nephew, a hispanic baby named Juan Carlos. My sister Hallie is taking child development this semester and had to take home for the weekend a screaming, crying, fake pooping, computerized bebe. For the first four hours he was pretty boring and pretty creepy. As it turns out he is entirely made of plastic and yet somehow makes breathing noises. Chucky, anyone? Hallie spent the first night feeding him and changing his diapers at 1:00, 2:00, 3:30, and 5:30 am. Why didn't she just ignore him like any good parent would, roll over, and go back to sleep, you might ask? Because apparently if you ignore the cries he just gets progressively louder and the computer recording her grade drops lower and lower. I'm happy to say that we survived the weekend and Juan Carlos got deported first thing monday morning. The good news... Hallie made a 100 on the assignments. The bad news... my mom and dad won't be getting grandchildren from Hallie or I for many, many years.

Me with my mexican nephew. :)

When you feed him he makes actual sucking noises. So weird!