Biracial Buggy is Back!

Hi everyone, after a considerable break from blogging about the joys of raising my biracial children, I’m back!  It’s been very hectic trying to balance work and family life, but now that it’s summer and I have a bit more “free time” (haha, like I’m ever really free from my mommy duties!) I’m ready to get back to writing about Buggy and her brother, now nicknamed Froggy due to the way he hops around the living room while trying to learn to crawl and walk.

Let me catch you up on the last 6 months in the lives of Buggy and Froggy.  Buggy started “school” (aka daycare) this spring.  She LOVES it!  She asks me every day if it is a school day, and she is always talking about all of her little friends and how her teacher let them have a dance party.  You should see this girl do the Whip and Nae Nae!  Buggy potty trained just after her 2nd birthday in December, and is now only in diapers at nap and bed time.  She likes helping me sort Froggy’s diapers and pick out her own at bed time.  She asks to be my big helper all the time, so we keep her nice and busy with chores – she unloads the dish washer (with assistance), sorts laundry, and has started helping me bake and cook.  Buggy and I went on our first camping trip, and we also ventured to Florida as a family for spring break and took a few trips to the beach.

Froggy is now 10 months old (where did my baby go!?).  He pulls up to a stand, cruises along the furniture, loves eating, and is often found playing at the Lego table.  He says “dada” and is always smiling.  Froggy is such a happy, easygoing little guy, and boy does he love his sleep!  He sleeps 12 hours a night, and take 2 naps that are between 2 and 3 hours each.

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We have also had our fair share of racial remarks, misunderstandings, and comical moments in the past 6 months, which will be featured in upcoming posts.  Stay tuned to hear what happened when Froggy was referred to as “that little brown boy”, the time I got invited to a hair party to learn how to do Buggy’s hair, and how I reacted when someone thought my kids were not my kids.  Plus, hear my thoughts on the recent police shootings of black men and #blacklivesmatter

 

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