Is this child abuse?

I saw snippets of the new reality show--did we really need another--called The Baby Borrowers. What an interesting premise, a twist on the old high school project where you you had to care for a sack of flour as though it were a baby, ensuring that your bag wasn't damaged and was otherwise cared for according to various assignments. In the show, they used real babies! Imagine that!

As expected, the teens found that caring for a baby is hard work. But as the babies cried and looked distressed, I couldn't help but wonder if this was fair to the babies. Their parents were near by so maybe it was no different than a night out for the parents, but I'm sure if the babies could have talked, they might have said, "Are we having fun yet?"

What a talented child

"You should have heard me. I burped like a dog!" So Boiilerbaby 4 announced.

I'm not sure I've ever heard a dog burp, but no doubt they do. What was just tad astounding was his clear pride at his accomplishment.

Yep. That surely earned him his apprentice Guy Card.

Must do better, must do better

I have been such a slacker about keeping up with this blog. Must do better; must do better. This is supposed to be my musings and record about what's happening at any given time. Must do better; must do better.

So here goes.

I was just reminded about how the circadian rhythyms of a college-aged child differ from those of real adults. Last week, I suggested that since one of the Boilerbabies would be out of the fold on Father's Day, we get up early and all go to breakfast before the official day (key word, "early"). Boilerbaby 1's response, "I have to be at work at 11 a.m.!"

To be that age where 9 a.m. is the equivalent of the crack of dawn.