We finally got a picture of Sadie and Turner together! They allowed kids 6 months and younger to attend. 
As you can see, Sadie couldn't take her eyes off this handsome little guy! They are about 5 weeks apart...isn't that right Chassidy?I want to share how much we loved the workshop yesterday, but in saying that I did leave there with a heavy heart.
I was so glad the morning ended with hair care because it lifted the mood for me!
Boy did we learn a TON of new stuff about hair care! The stylist that came and talked to us was excellent. She answered so many questions for us and I know saved me from buying some silly stuff for my kids' hair.
I wish I could sit down and write out everything that was covered about hair, but I couldn't possibly.
The things I loved the best were that just like all white hair is different and we can't use the same products...so is African American hair. There's really not one product that will fit all hair types! Makes me feel better about trying 100 different products on the boys! She also answered questions about swimming and shampooing...I could go on and on!
So, I went to the store and bought some satin wraps for the boys to sleep in. We'll see if they actually keep them on, but they loved the idea that DeMarco Murray and Gerald McCoy might just wear the same caps to sleep in! 
Please don't worry, I am not going to put this on her to sleep in! The boys just wanted her to try it on!
So, if you need a good stylist, here you go! Get this, she is a multi-racial stylist and has worked on just about every kind of hair! Her name is Shiron Bullock at Evolution Salon (walk-ins are welcome)! Let me know if you want her contact info and I'd be glad to share!
The "heavy" part of the morning was the reality that there still is a lot of racism that goes on today.
It's not something that we have had to face, and something that Blake and I are blessed that our families never had issues with (I mean no one is racist).
So it's so hard to hear that parents still teach their kids ugly things about skin color, as if it's anything more than just skin.
Blake and I desperately want to be prepared for when our children are met with hatred about race.
We want to teach them, as we would with any other obstacle, to cling to their relationship with Christ. We do not want to live our lives in fear of racism, or always looking out for it, like we're on guard.
But we do want to understand that it is hard for our kids being raised by parents who don't look the same.
Honestly, it's a real struggle on how to balance these two things... We want them to have relationships with others that look like them, but we also want them to understand that looks are not WHO THEY ARE.
We are Christians and we want our family to be identified by and in Christ alone.
Hearing stories yesterday about how racism is hitting these children made me sick to my stomach just thinking of O, Cooper or Sis having to deal with it. But it also brought to mind a story that I hide in my mind and heart because it's incredibly embarrassing.
I want to share because it's true.
I want to share it because it helps to remind me of the reality of kids and humans.
I want to share because I came from a very loving, graceful, Christ-centered home.
So here goes...
I told a girl on the bus one day that she couldn't come to my birthday party because she was Jewish and didn't love my God! Yep, sure did. I was probably 5 or 6.
I went home and I guess told my mom, who was horrified (do you remember this mom?)!
Let me tell you that my parents have NEVER uttered a negative word about anyone of differing beliefs or race and certainly would not have spoken of leaving them out of something.
I have no idea where this came from besides I knew that I wanted everyone to love my God and perhaps this would convince her? I think I didn't quite understand God's message of "out of LOVE" at this point!
My mom immediately drove me to this poor girl's home and I apologized and invited her to my party. It was no surprise that she didn't join us.
It makes me want to die thinking of that and how I made her feel. I can't imagine what her mom felt or what she told her mom and what they thought about my family and Christians as a whole!
I am sharing because I know our kids' hearts can be broken for a million reasons...
I grew up worrying that people would make fun of me for my diabetes.
Some did. And it hurt and I cried.
I was made fun of for being a Christian and was called a Bible-banger.
Wonder if that girl on the bus started that one?
I was dorky, not really too cute and was awkward around guys.
I know I made fun of people as a child and I know I hurt people's feelings.
My point is that this is just life...being judged and left out at times.
I want my focus in parenting to be about accepting others and loving others because WE ALL ARE DIFFERENT! Hatred and judgement exist in so many other areas outside of race!
We all are different and we all are THE SAME!
We all were made in God's image.
We all should be here striving to be like HIM and to love like Him.
I don't want to start making life about race.
My life has never been that way. Never did my parents talk about being white or Caucasian.
I know that because we are raising kids that are of different race, we have to do things differently.
And we are. But how far do we go?
I know that because I am white, I haven't experienced race issues like some have...but I have none-the-less experienced being judged because of my skin.
But, I think there's a fine line of where we make it a bigger deal than it needs to be, just in trying to prove it's not an issue.
I want to always spend more time talking with my kids about Christ and being like Christ.
So, all ye readers...please share with me.
Give me your insight in LOVE (I am not afraid to delete your comment if it is hateful!).
Teach me how you handle these things with your kids!
I don't like begging for comments, but guys...my heart was so heavy leaving yesterday wondering how we were going to take on this race battle.
I don't want to have my head buried in the sand here...so I am asking you to share.
If you have adopted trans-racially, have a trans-racial family, are a minority or have experienced racism...I beg you to help me know what to do here!
If you are a friend or family and just want to give wisdom or insight...please do! You know I am a words girl and I need some guidance here.
How do you handle this without causing more segregation or actually making race a big deal?
I hear God whispering to me to keep my eyes on Him and He will guide us as always.
I am ending with Cooper's favorite song right now...
Jesus loves the little children,
All the children of the world.
Red and yellow,
Black, brown, white.
They are precious in his sight!
Jesus loves the little children of the world!
