Dearest Son, Today you are sixteen months old. It is so hard for me to believe that this much time has passed since your birth; it has flown by so quickly! I think the best way to sum you up is by quoting what a grandmother at the playground said to me today: “You certainly… Continue reading 16 Months Old
I knew the day would come. I was hoping it would be further in the future. But Little Man had to have his way. His gorgeous curls have slowly grown out of control. Not in a “I can’t manage them with product” kind of way. But in a “No! Don’t put spaghetti (tacos, yogurt, dirt,… Continue reading Hair
When we began our adoption journey, the one thing that petrified me most about transracial adoption was having a girl. If I suck at white girl hair (again, evidenced by my post yesterday and my own sad hair), what would I do with Black girl hair? But I studied up on it and made it… Continue reading Hair
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