Flour Baby Project: Fill & Download for Free

November 28, 2017I was a freshman and in my 1st year of Early Childhood Education. My teacher had announced weeks earlier that we were going to have a big project called “Sugar Baby project” after our first set of DCF exams. This project consists of buying a bag of sugar or flour and dressing it up like a real baby. The purpose of this project was to introduce us to being great caregivers, how to care for a baby, responsibility, etc.Days before the project, we had a gender reveal party in which the teacher would bring in homemade cupcakes and whatever color cupcake she gave you randomly (blue or pink) would be the gender of your sugar baby. I was given a blue cupcake meaning I was having a baby boy.Finally the day came to start the project which meant we had to make our babies using the supplies we had bought which was the bag of sugar or flour (I chose flour) and clothing. Once we finished, my baby was born. I named him Caleb.The project lasted 1 week and then the teacher gave us two options: we can keep our sugar baby or you can give it up and get extra credit on your quarter grade for the class. I didn’t have the heart to give him away. I knew I could get extra credit with some other assignment. I knew he isn’t a real human baby but I was treating him how I would treat any baby. I decided to keep him where he sits in my bedroom to this day.Then a couple of months later, on May 22, 2018 something else happened. It was a few days before the last day of school. My teacher was cleaning out the classroom before summer and the class was watching a movie. I noticed on the counter near her desk a girl sugar baby. She had been sitting there alone for months and no one took her. I felt very bad for her. It feels like the mother had just abandoned her.I grabbed the sugar baby from the counter and asked my teacher what she was planning on doing with the baby. She said she didn’t know. I then had a marvelous idea. I asked her if I could take the baby with me, meaning adopt her? She accepted! I sat back down in my seat holding the baby in my lap.I don’t remember if I asked the teacher on that same day but I found out the student who had that sugar baby had apparently transferred to a new school months earlier and simply left her there. I did not know the name of the baby so I named her myself. I named her GraceI took this pic not long ago but here they are: Caleb and GraceSo yeah this one is the best project I have ever done in school because I learned a lot from how to be a good caregiver to adopting and showing empathy.That’s all for now.Edit 1: By the way, this is my best and favorite answer I have written not because of the unexpected attention but because you can see my #1 passion all in 1 post. I will like to spread the word with my followers so I am tagging a few people.Edit 2: Tags!!Annabelle ClarkJennifer Kohos KostinerUser-11255560941983942325Leslie HixsonUser-11569738376127024894Kamaria RoseboroRikki L GodlewskiUser-10933012282783915894:-)

No weirder than all the women who have every detail of their future weddings planned out.We live in a society that fetishizes heterosexual romance, and weddings in particular. My high school even had a “family planning” class that was a semester long and that covered wedding planning, household budgeting, and that silly flour-sack-baby project.It was actually kind of a good class. It was mostly an economics class, dressed up in gender-appropriate subjects. I learned a lot about the wedding industry and managing finances. Not many schools have an actual class like this, but the point is that we force the idea of weddings down people’s throats at an early age. I mean, quinceneras (the Spanish version of a sweet sixteen party) and debutante’s balls are basically teenage weddings without the groom (well, there is a “groom”, but he’s largely unimportant and really just an escort - the party is to present the young lady to society, not to hitch her to a man for the rest of her life, but the general ceremony and rituals and traditions are basically the same).I actually think it’s kinda weird how few men have any plans for their future weddings, given how important our society insists that this milestone is and how often they shove it in our faces. That just reinforces the whole gender disparity of how women are responsible for Relationship Maintenance and Relationship Management. The wedding and future marriage is supposed to be a partnership, but for some reason it’s the woman’s “job” to plan it all, design it, direct it, and then just tell her husband what to do for the rest of his life? He gets no say in it? He “helps out”, not actively participates?So, although I think it’s generally weird to have planned out a ceremony that celebrates a romantic relationship without the input from the future partner with whom one will be partnering, I don’t think it’s any weirder that a man has done it than when women do it.Personally, I think weddings ought to be collaborations between the two people who are going through them, so we shouldn’t be *able* to plan it out without the other person’s input, let alone not even having another person in mind, but given the wedding hysteria in our culture, I don’t think it’s “weird” that people do that anyway.

My husband and I have been married for 7 years. He is not that guy that you hear about, who comes home and sits on his phone until bedtime. He CAN’T sit, he’s always moving. He’s not that guy who thinks working outside the home means he gets a free maid, nanny and escort just because he’s married.When we had a newborn, he would get up at night and change baby’s diaper, then bring baby to me to nurse. Then wake up at 6am to do dishes before work, and help me stay on top of laundry. That first year was a doozy for me, my husband was a natural. My son is 3 now and my husband still deals with a lot of nighttime/early morning shenanigans.He’s also naturally more tidy than me. If he makes a cake, you can only tell because there’s a cake in the oven. If I make a cake, every pot, pan, dish and spoon is out, all the cupboards are open, there’s spilled flour and batter blobs all over.I appreciate the heck out of all those things about him, as well as how hard he works outside our home, at work, and doing all the ‘outdoor’ chores for us plus his grandpa who lives across the street. We also live in a fixer upper so he is always busy with projects - he renovated our powder room after gutting it back to the studs, and he’s done our living room and guest room, and now he’s renovating our 750sqft basement, including helping choose colour schemes/decor themes. He literally does not stop from 6am until 10–11pm!He’s kind, generous, and very loving. I’m lucky every day to have him in my life.