Egg Care - Day One and a Half
Home Economics Project Report. Part I
Last night, I took Hyde with me out to the conservatory while I worked with the plants. It was very quiet and no trouble at all, but it was starting to get cold out. I took it back to the carriage house and made it a scarf and hat before realizing that I would need an easy way to keep it with me during the school day.
I found an old basket and lined it. Thankfully, Mother has always insisted that I know how to work with needles. To help keep Hyde quiet during class I also made a mobile. Luckily, I was able to find some minatures in the Manor nursery to use. We chose a tiny battle-axe, a minature iron maiden, a mace from the old Black Knight playset and I made a very small noose out of string. After some deliberation, I remembered Mother working on the nursery at home and added a bow to the basket to hold the mobile in place. I think she would have approved of the overall effect.
Feeding has proven difficult, although I was rather disconcerted by the fact that the pureed vines from the kitchen seedling seemed to disappear when touched to Hyde's shell. I'm not certain if they're being absorbed or if there's some odd reaction to being exposed to air after I sealed them in jars. It seemed the most efficacious way of producing baby food, although I'm certain a real baby would be drinking something rather different. Both Pugsley and that new creature have a taste for Father's brandy that I'm sure Mrs. Van de Kamp would not approve of.
Eggs do not need diapers. I have noted approximate times when a real child would presumably need to be changed and also put together a feeding schedule.
In study hall, Duce and I discussed gender issues, socialization and babysitting. She will take Hyde to work with her and do some henna to help express its individuality. She will also introduce it to other children. I shall have to ask Dr. Grissom if I might leave class for a few minutes to pick it up once the babysitting is over. This project is about reality, after all, and I should hate to leave Hyde too long with a sitter at its age.
Last night, I took Hyde with me out to the conservatory while I worked with the plants. It was very quiet and no trouble at all, but it was starting to get cold out. I took it back to the carriage house and made it a scarf and hat before realizing that I would need an easy way to keep it with me during the school day.
I found an old basket and lined it. Thankfully, Mother has always insisted that I know how to work with needles. To help keep Hyde quiet during class I also made a mobile. Luckily, I was able to find some minatures in the Manor nursery to use. We chose a tiny battle-axe, a minature iron maiden, a mace from the old Black Knight playset and I made a very small noose out of string. After some deliberation, I remembered Mother working on the nursery at home and added a bow to the basket to hold the mobile in place. I think she would have approved of the overall effect.
Feeding has proven difficult, although I was rather disconcerted by the fact that the pureed vines from the kitchen seedling seemed to disappear when touched to Hyde's shell. I'm not certain if they're being absorbed or if there's some odd reaction to being exposed to air after I sealed them in jars. It seemed the most efficacious way of producing baby food, although I'm certain a real baby would be drinking something rather different. Both Pugsley and that new creature have a taste for Father's brandy that I'm sure Mrs. Van de Kamp would not approve of.
Eggs do not need diapers. I have noted approximate times when a real child would presumably need to be changed and also put together a feeding schedule.
In study hall, Duce and I discussed gender issues, socialization and babysitting. She will take Hyde to work with her and do some henna to help express its individuality. She will also introduce it to other children. I shall have to ask Dr. Grissom if I might leave class for a few minutes to pick it up once the babysitting is over. This project is about reality, after all, and I should hate to leave Hyde too long with a sitter at its age.