Pumpkin Patch with the Family

A Saturday Morning at Wonderscope

We had a groupon to Wonderscope (a local Children's Museum) that we really needed to use, so we picked up cousin Zac and headed to Shawnee.  I've taken Lexi to Wonderscope a few times over the years, but this was Zac & Matt's first time there.  

We started and finished out trip in the ball room.  It was a fan favorite.

The kids checked out the farmer's market room and Lexi found some eggs.

 They had all kinds of fun in the water room, Veterinary room, lego room, etc.

Kindergarten Field Trip to the KC Pumpkin Patch

What?

Lexi always comes home from school with a folder full of papers. So, part of my nightly routine is to go through the papers and decide which ones hit the recycle bin.  I was going through her folder on Tuesday night and found this:

For a closer look:

What? Isn't she still my little baby?  Or, isn't she at least still just five years old?

So I asked, "Who's Cooper?"
"Don't worry Mom.  He's a nice boy."
What???
I replied, "Well, I'm glad he's a nice boy, and it is great to have boys who are friends, but. . . "
"Well, I was going to write 'I Like Cooper,' but I like him more than just liking him."
"But you are five."
"Don't worry Mom.  He's very nice and he sits at my table."

I am terrified of the tween/teen years.

A Weekend Full O' Fun

This last weekend was packed full of fun activities.  On Friday night we celebrated Matt's 34th Birthday with some of my family.  We went to a Chinese restaurant of his choosing and then we came home and played Farkle.  That's a fun game that some people may know as 10,000.

On Saturday morning, Lexi and I had a mommy/daughter date at Arts for Kids at the Arboretum.  We've gone the last couple years and it is a really fun event.

 

We had a really great time making all of the crafts. 

After we made all of Lexi's treasures, we went on a hayride.

 

I just absolutely love the excitement that this little girl embraces.  When she looked out across the field she exclaimed, "Mom! Look at all of the Fall colors.  They are so beautiful.  Take a picture!"  So, I did.

When we got home, I snapped a shot of all of her creations.

Then, a little later in the afternoon, we headed out the the Ciderfest at the Louisburg Cider Mill. Lexi and Mia had a blast in the bounce house. 

 We enjoyed our cider donuts, cider slushes, and Lost Trail Root Beer.  Then it was time for some family pictures.  Jayvan didn't seem to be too impressed with the whole thing.

 

 

Later in the evening we went and watched the Louisburg band perform their light show, which was concluded with fireworks.  This was apparently Lexi's favorite thing about the whole day.

On Sunday morning, we got together with Matt's family to celebrate the September/October birthdays.  Papa Bo treated us to brunch at the Bristol.  It was delicious.

 

Lexi completed her weekend full o' fun with a pirate birthday party for her friend Louise and a playdate with her friend Maeve.  Here's hoping that when she is old and gray, she'll look back on her childhood and remember the fun times like these.  I know that I cherish these memories.

What is he?

So, I was sitting at the park holding the handsome little man you see here.  Lexi was off playing with some friends.  I was singing Jayvan some little songs (his favorite is Head, Shoulders, Knees & Toes), when a woman walks up to me and says, "What is he?"

This took me by surprise and I didn't even have time to respond before she clarified, "What is he? Obviously half White and half . . . ?"

I looked up at her and answered, "Black."

She then went into a whole spiel about how she "knew it" but his hair threw her off because it looks like Mexican or Indian hair, but his nose looks Black, so she "knew it."

Then, Lexi ran up to us, and (as she often does) kissed Jayvan's cheeks and exclaimed, "I love my baby brother."

The woman looked a bit confused, so I'm sure her mind was going a mile-a-minute placing together some scenario where I was with two different men and now had two children of different races, but I was wearing a wedding ring, so I must be married to a Black man now.  I chose not to engage in conversation with her and she moved on, chasing after her own two boys.

I tried to let it go, but this conversations bothered me.  If she had approached me and asked what his ethnicity/race is, then I don't think it would have bothered me in the least.  I've been asked this question many times before. I am proud of my son's heritage, and (even though it is a bit intrusive) I have no problem telling people that he is half Caucasian and half Black.  He is.  However, I was asked "What is he?"  He is so many things:

• My son (and Matt's son of course)
• A beautiful child of God
• Lexi's brother
• B & R's birthson
• K & L's birth brother
• A baby
• A boy
• A person
• A human being
• A grandson, nephew, cousin, great grandson, etc.
• An amazing blessing to us all

What is he?  Please, for the love of all things, never ask someone, "What is he?"  Would you walk up to an adult and ask, "What are you?"  Well, maybe this particular woman would. Who knows.

When we met Matt for dinner I told him about the encounter, and he said I should have just replied, "A baby" to the first question and stared at her blankly.  I really don't want to be rude to people, yet she was rude in asking the question in the first place.

As we prepared for the adoption process I read a lot and realized that by adopting a child outside of our race, we in a sense would have to become adoption advocates as well as advocates for our child.  So I thought to myself, if I hadn't answered this question with "Black" am I somehow showing my son that I am not proud of who he is?  Of course, he is obviously too young to understand that at 2.5 months old, but it is quite possible that we will have questions like this when he is older.  He may have to field these questions himself, so I need to set a strong foundation for him.

I discussed this situation with some friends (both on-line and in real life), and the suggestions for responses varied greatly.  Some of the suggested responses to "What is he?" are:

• Why do you ask?
• That's in inappropriate question? Are you always so rude?
• Martian
• My son
• Human. What are you?
• What are you? Part rude, part what?
• A baby
• How is that any of your business?
• That is private.
• I really don't know.  That was one crazy night. Ha!
• We don't really know.  We were really surprised when he was born.  It must run on my husband's side of the family.
• Why do you ask? Are you taking a census?
• It's a secret family recipe.
• He is a beautiful child of God, just like you.

Obviously those responses run the gambit of  meeting rude with rude, funny, honest, aloof, etc.  I'm still not entirely sure how I will respond if we get the question again.  I imagine it will depend a lot on my mood at the time.  For now, I will go on enjoying and loving my son for everything that HE IS.

Hot Air Balloon Sightings

One of the fun things about living in our area is the frequent opportunity to spot some hot air balloons.  You'll see kids and adult alike staring up at the sky admiring the peaceful beauty of the hot air balloons.  When Lexi is old enough, I would love to take her on a balloon ride.  Matt and I went on one on our honeymoon, and while we had a minor crash, I wouldn't trade the experience.

 Here are just a few photos of some balloons from this week.