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Kathleen Stapes hummed to herself as she watched her two month old son play in his crib as she washed the dishes. She was a Caucasian woman standing five-foot seven with brown eyes and long chestnut hair. Being twenty-eight, the chestnut-haired woman smiled with glee at having fulfilled part of her life by having a child. After she finished the dishes, she dried her hands and vacated he kitchen. Slowly she entered the den which was connected to the kitchen and placed herself on all fours, then she crawled toward her son while making cat-like sounds. Her son loved this one and as he watched his mother crawl toward him, he waved his tiny tannish arms about as he laughed loudly. Finally, when Kathleen reached her son, she reached in his crib and slowly lifted him high as he continued to laugh.
“Gotcha!” she said laughing herself as she peered into her son’s brown eyes. He had inherited them from both his mother and father and Kathleen was glad to see that his eyes were as healthy as the rest of him. She soon felt his tiny hands upon her face, feeling it out as he let out another laugh-scream. “Your hair will grow out fast when you get older little guy,” Kathleen said to her son. “I’ll lose you underneath your afro-poof.”
Kathleen’s phone alarm ring on the table, indicating it was time for his feeding. Turning off the alarm, Kathleen slowly sat on the couch, began to hum gently to her son so as to calm him, and undid her shirt. When she felt her baby’s small mouth upon her, she leaned back gently as her son fed. After he had finished feeding, Kathleen rebuttoned her shirt, held him up to her should and gently began to pat his back. The baby let out a small burp and Kathleen cradled him once again.
“That’s a good boy Donovan, you were hungry weren’t you?”
The two-month old Donovan giggled a little before Kathleen placed him back into his crib to play. Kathleen purposed that once she finished watching a video on YouTube, she would take a trip with Donovan to a few stores before her husband returned from work. She went to the site and typed in ‘biracial hair’ in the search bar. Although she had viewed this topic many times she wanted to be sure she knew what she was doing when his hair began to grow. After she was finished watching her video, Kathleen took Donovan from his crib once again and walked upstairs to dress him for the trip she had planned.
Upstairs she gently placed Donovan on her bed to change his clothes. When she exposed his stomach, she raised up and made a play face at him, then she nuzzled him with her nose. At first Donovan didn’t respond but after a moment he did. He reached up with a tiny arm and began to pull on his mother’s hair. Only then did he begin to smile.
“Donovan ow, that stings,” she said. Kathleen gently removed her son’s hand from her hair and resumed dressing him. “Belly!” she mused playfully after making a face. She then leaned forward, placed her mouth upon his belly and began blowing hard, earning another laugh-scream from Donovan. Kathleen rose up and preformed the action once more, laughing herself.
“Let’s get going,” Kathleen said to her son as she lifted him. As she placed him in the car, she planned ahead on how she would spend the reminder of the day with him. It appeared as though watching kiddie animation was in order after she returned from their trip, and she was looking forward to the event she had planned for the two of them. Donovan moved his arms about as his mother placed him in the baby seat.
“I love you,” Kathleen said to him. after placing him firmly in the baby seat, she shut the door, got in the car and the two were off to continue their day.
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