Mo had his 1st big presentation at school. He made an 8 minute presentation about a Person Who Made A Difference. Each child was to research, talk about, and dress as someone in history they felt made a difference. Since Mo is athletic and into sports, I knew he was gonna choose an athlete. After […]
I recently attended a fundraiser for Sweet Blackberry. No, I’m not referring the my beloved smart phone. I’m talking about the non-profit organization whose mission is to bring little known stories of African American achievement to children everywhere. Actress, and mother of 2, Karyn Parsons (A.K.A Hilary Banks) was inspired to create Sweet Blackberry by the […]
The main reason I chose to raise my sons in California is because of the beach diversity. Growing up multiracial in the South taught me a lot, but umm…..I didn’t want my boys to grow up thinking the term “good hair” was a common word in Webster’s Dictionary. Mo and B both have their own […]
Shopping Music is my escape. I love listening to music to take my mind off everyday stresses and headaches (A.K.A my kids). Of course, I love Mariah. Afterall, we are Besties in my head!!! But there is nothing like relaxing and listening to a smooth pure falsetto: Babyface, Ne-Yo, Usher, Justin Timberlake, and Boys II Men…..my heart […]
Recently, Morris asked me, “what’s a cousin?”
He had heard many friends at school talk about their cousins and wanted to know if he had any.
Since my youngest cousin was getting married, I thought it would be a perfect opportunity to travel to Milwaukee and meet my dad’s side of the family.
I couldn’t believe how excited Morris was. He consistently asked EVERY SINGLE DAY when was the day to meet the cousins.
However, as the day approached, I started getting a little nervous. In case you haven’t noticed, I am racially mixed, as are my boys. The Milwaukee cousins are all blonde hair, blue eyed, and we’re obviously not.
Would Morris notice? Would the cousins notice?
We live in Los Angeles, a melting pot of many nationalities, cultures, and personalities.
Would the people of Milwaukee be ready for Morris and Bronson? I don’t even think the good folks of LA are ready for my Morris sometimes. I’m not even ready for that kid.
Or worse, what if Morris shouts out, “I LOVE BRETT FAVRE!” Would he incite a riot in Packerville?
Turns out, Morris had such a great time. He made an instant connection with them all. There was something in his eyes, something pleasant and happy, that was really great to see when he talked about each cousin that was quite endearing.
As usual, Morris’s heart was stolen by an older, female, Madelynn. I spent most of the trip explaining to him why he couldn’t marry his cousin (but it would be perfectly ok to marry me, his mommy ).
At the culmination of our trip, Morris cried his eyes out when it came time to say goodbye to his cousins. It was quite touching that within a matter of a few days, he had made such a great connection with family.
Since he’s returned to LA he can’t stop talking about Julian (the cool cousin that peed on a tree), Peyton (the funny cousin that loves to dance), and of course Madelynn (the cousin that is prettier than mommy).
Oh, and as it turns out, a couple cousins are Brett Favre fans too (they just can’t say it too loud).
Morris likes basketball. He was shooting on a 6 ft goal at 18 months old, and 8 foot goal by 2 years old.
But, recently he has discovered a LOVE for basketball.
While changing channels the other night, we caught a glimpse of a guy running on the basketball court. He had a long curly ponytail (just like Morris), and a weird beard/moustache (unlike Morris). His name is Joakim Noah, center/power forward for the Chicago Bulls. He’s the son of retired tennis star Yannick Noah, and former Miss Sweden, Cecilia Rhode (by comparison, does that make ME Miss Sweden?).
From that moment on, Morris was mesmerized. He watched the entire playoff game, cheering mainly for Joe Pete. I was like, “who is Joe Pete?” Morris said, “the guy with the ponytail.” He’s still working on getting Joakim’s name right.
At first, I thought it was a clever ploy to stay up past his bedtime (I used to do the same thing when I was a little girl. My mom would watch Falcon Crest and I pretended I was really into in so I didn’t have to go to bed).
But when he woke up in the morning, he asked to watch the game again (anything that takes precedent over wii is MAJOR). You do realize we’re talking about a sport where the final “20 seconds” really takes 10 minutes. These games are loooong.
I must admit, it’s pretty exciting as a mom to watch my son be so passionate about something. He jumps up and down when the Bulls score, calls other players “jerk” when they foul Joakim Noah,screams “rebound” when they’re on defense, and gets anxious when the opponent scores. We’ll see how long this lasts, but I have a feeling Morris will be into “Da Bulls” for a while.