A New Look

For 10 years, our kitchen here on the Ponderosa has been a pale yellow. Two weeks ago, "Mr. Cartwright" and I decided to be a little risky. 

Both of the boys were gone (or asleep) during this painting session.

When they saw our beautiful job, they pronounced, "We now officially live in a "black" house!" (No offense to those of you who are African American. My boys are too. They are always making these kind of comments.) (And while we are on this subject, my daughter has dubbed me the toasted marshmallow of the group due to my fun at the pool taking in the sun.)

I happen to love the color.

Through the Eyes of a Special Five Year Old

Sundays are always a great time for friends and fellowship after church. I grew up with hospitality always being shown on Sundays. So, yesterday we had some friends over to catch up. Their five year old is my littlest's best friend.

There are so many times children speak profoundly when not even knowing it. Yesterday was one of those times.

As I was tying this little one's shoe, he noticed I had two pictures up on my wall that are remarkably similar. Curiously, I probed his little mind to see if he would notice the differences. So, I asked him what he saw that was different.

"The bowls are different colors."

I asked again...and again...and again.

"The Bibles are different colors."
"The bread looks different."
"The bowls are not the same."
"The man's shirt is a different color."
"Their beard's are different."

The only left to do was hug this precious boy who is being raised color blind.

If only the world viewed men through these lenses.

Thank you, little Will, for your precious heart.

The Natural Hair Repair

A couple of months ago, I put twists in my daughter's hair. They were so easy to upkeep and maintain. But as I went to remove them yesterday, we had a loud screaming session.

I could not, I repeat, COULD NOT get the knots out.

For those of you blogging friends who have adopted children that are African American, I have stumbled across a natural remedy that is incredible.

1 Tbsp of Apple Cider Vinegar to 1 cup of water.

This is an amazing remedy for those tearful hair combing sessions.

Thanks to this blog along with this information I have found something easy to use.

So as we finished up my littlest hair today, I held her and we both cried. Cheezy. I know, but when you have to go through feeling like you are killing your child for hours...this is no exaggeration...this is such a gift.

I plan on using it myself.

A Radical Transformation

For those of you who ever wondered why African American little girls' hair is always done up so fantastically, here is the answer to your question. It just can't NOT be done....

THE BEFORE

AND AFTER!

This, here, Adoption Mama is learning quite a bit about how to care for my darling Black Beauties. I would never change what God has blessed my life with.

("Mr. Cartwright", on the other hand, prays that nothing will ever happen to his wife!)