Oddly enough, the most difficult thing so far about adopting a child of a different race had been haircare. Poor Noel, not only was he adopted by painfully white people, but painfully white people with fine straight hair. So, after ten months of mostly avoiding the issue we took it "head on" last Friday. My dear friend at work put out a call to all the mothers of boys she knew to get me some info.
It will come as no surprise that washing it and putting some moisturizer in it did not suffice. I was going to have to suck it up and comb through it. Now that may not sound like such a big deal, but some of Noel's curls are the size and tightness of the spring in a retractable pen. Also, from fear of hurting him this is a task that has been majorly neglected.
Alas one half jar of cholesterol (didn't know there was such a thing) and a lollipop later, he was tangle free. His has was so soft and manageable until oh Sunday. I am thinking this will become a once a week event at our house. By the way, Chase took these pictures. I think he is probably the best photographer in our house.
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Oh look at that big tear! It probably won't be so bad if you can manage to do it once a week, but what do I know. Chase is a good photographer, put him on payroll.
Love it. As a painfully white girl with super big, curly, frizzy, kinky hair who was raised by parents with straight limp hair...little Noel will be very appreciative one day that you tackled this now instead of later. Many tears were shed the first 13 years of my life over my hair. But then he's a boy so it will probably be much less dramatic for him. Both of your boys are so precious!
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