My mom was down visiting and we decided to go visit…where else? Disneyland.
My mom bought the boys bubble guns. Aram wouldn’t put his down the entire day. Samuel preferred to be in the center of the bubbles, rather than be the bubble-maker.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
Between the lint the locks were harboring, and the dirty looks I got from people who didn’t understand the process, I broke.
I also felt like the dreadlocks nazi when Samuel would play and do somersaults on the ground, and other games that would involve his head. He needs to be able to rough-house and not worry about his hair.
We will start up when he is a bit older and not so playful.
For now, we’re all having a great time finding out with his new long locks can do!
The past week I have woken up to the most random scenes:
Which leads up to this morning. I woke up to Samuel locked in his room…except Samuel’s door doesn’t have a lock.
The hinges are in the inside of the door, but we removed the know with no luck.
The maintenance staff came up with no luck and had to drill a hole in the door to get in.
Poor Samuel darted to the bathroom as soon as he was released.
Okay, I tried to shorten areas and clean it up a bit. I ended up adding more pictures, so I apologize it is still just as long!
Here it is:
We are going on month 3 of Samuel’s dreadlocks.
I don’t have any pictures to show you…but they started looking less and less like locs and more and more of the hair started coming out of them.
My friend who has dreadlocks told me that it is actually a good sign. They get worse before they get better.
I took it upon myself to retwist and backcomb all of them, and then apply locking gel. They starting taking form. Samuel couldn’t stop looking at himself in the mirror.
I was at the point this month of giving up, but I’m so glad we’re sticking with it. It takes time and I’m finally succumbing to that. I jut need to relax and let them do their thing.
Oh, but in my bout of desperation for dreadlock care in this awkward time, I did come across some bizarre views of locs….
I found an extremely racist website where the writer actually said something along the lines of, “white people shouldn’t wear their hair in dreadlocks because it is cultural theft.” I refuse to give any traffic to their ridiculous website, so I won’t name where I found it.
First off, I think anyone complaining of “cultural appropriation” of hair are morons. It’s hair, people. No one gets the rights to it.
But, the comment I mentioned is just plain ignorant.It is one thing if you think the style looks better on certain texture-types of hair, but to think that the style is only Rastafarian is just really misinformed. Thousands of years before Haile Selassie was even born people (of every “race” imaginable) have been wearing their hair in locs. I guess you could argue the actual word “dreadlocks” is solely a Rastafarian word…but definitely not the hair style.
I didn’t get to see Aram for three days after he was born. Someone took a picture and brought it to me.
I also saw Samuel for the first time through a picture.
These are the first images I saw of my children:
In Samuel’s he has just lost everything he’s even known, he looks extremely sad, his clothes don’t fit….he’s alone.
It’s strange to think about all the people who have such a happy first view of their child. Not that I wasn’t happy to get either of these images, but it isn’t the typical scenario of a mother seeing her child for the first time.
And it is definitely not the last image I would get of them. That is the great thing. They are not alone anymore. I am bombarded with images of them looking at me like this everyday.
Samuel is really interested in taking dance classes. We were trying to figure out what classes to put him in. Ballet, Jazz, Hip Hop…??? We can’t decide. Brian sometimes will have a gut reaction to say no to something like ballet (because it is a “girl” activity), but after talking with him he realizes it is wrong….This is going to be an uphill battle, but we’ll win.
I am so fed up with the comments I’m getting from Samuel liking stuff that has sparkles on it. Sparkles are attractive. I’m attracted to them…
Apparently, if you like sparkles and The Little Mermaid, you are gay. I did not know this. Thank you to everyone who has shared and cleared this up for me.
But seriously…what is the deal with people trying to label children’s sexual orientation? Does anyone else find it creepy that people are trying to sexualize children? Because I think it is really weird. They are kids! They shouldn’t be interested in boys or girls, yet! Plus, it is none of our business what their sexual identity will be. It is personal to them. So, let’s all do ourselves a favor and stop guessing…because the reality is, it doesn’t matter what we think- it is up to them to figure it out.
I found another one of these awesome homemade videos that shows what I mean:
Samuel and Aram speak a language in-between Sidamo and English.
This is the result of Aram wanting to speak Samuel’s language and mishearing it. And Samuel trying to learn English and copying Aram (hah)…
Here are some of their half-english words:
noodles- ovals (I don’t get this one)
Tumeric- hitting (Tuma means hit in Sidamo)
Aram also has picked up a strong Ethiopian accent. If you are familiar with the accent you know that “r” sounds have a bit of a rolling “L” sound to it.
For example: Aram will say, “It’s over therl” (it’s over there is what he means)
People will ask me where Aram is from. When I say he is my biological child they will say, “oh I thought he had an accent, too.” He does…
So I’m assuming either people think Aram has a speech impediment or he is from a distant land 😉
Poor Samuel is never going to speak English fluently at this rate!
A few days ago we received an invite to a special screening of the PBS Dinosaur Train Movie!
Dinosaur Train is such a fun show for kids, and also touches on adoption and transracial adoption. Buddy (the main character) is a different kind of dinosaur than the rest of his family:
Anyway, it was really fun! We received free concessions and refreshments (everything from popcorn to apple chips) before during the movie.
After the movie we went to the backyard that was set up with stations and games for the kids with the fun look of a garden party.
“Buddy” came out for a meet and greet before and after the movie.
On the way out we received goodie bags with free tickets to the Discovery Science center!
It was a really fun day!