Raising Three Boys

Kwabena still thinks he’s a baby. LOL 🙂 I have been asking him, “Kwabena, are you a big boy?” And he will respond, “No, I’m a baby!” I guess the fact that I am always calling him my “baby” that that is how he identifies himself. I can’t help it. Even when he’s 18 and towering over me, with facial… View Post

Kwabena is jealous. For as long as I can remember, he would run in between Kwasi and me when we tried to hug or kiss. Sometimes we did it just to see what reaction we’d get from Kwabena. To no avail, he would rush over, with a look of panic in his face, as if someone were stealing away his… View Post

I love cloth diapers. I really do. The feeling that it gives me when I know that I didn’t throw away yet another disposible diaper…ahhh…makes me feel like I’m doing my part to save the earth. Cloth diapers can be so much more interesting, too–the colors, the textures, the personality…. Let’s talk about how interesting cloth diapers can be….. So… View Post

Last night I sent out an email to friends and family telling them about Kwabena’s updated blog, this morning only to find out that a couple people didn’t agree with my choice of words in a previous post. My initial reaction was to be defensive. “Who are they to judge my writing and thoughts?!” I wanted to ask. Well, after… View Post

Yesterday Kwabi came home from daycare with multiple bouts of vomiting fluids he had drank that afternoon. By the time I got home around 7 p.m. our poor baby had thrown up maybe 6 or more times since Kwasi picked him up from daycare that afternoon. Luckily, as the evening wore on, he continued to play like his normal self,… View Post