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At five months of age, a baby acquires the ability to distinguish between colors. This was very evident with Ollie. When The kids and I would play with him, he’d pull his head back with a start, look from face to face, trying to figure out why I was apparently well lit, and they were in shade. It didn’t take more than a day or two for him to accept this as the status quo and move on, but one day, we will have to explain adoption to the lad.

I don’t expect it to be a difficult conversation, but it is funny to have the conversation in that order. Mia & CJ were old enough to understand they were getting new parents. To Ollie, he’s always had a brother and sister. In our world, OLLIE is the one who was adopted into an already established unit. Let’s face it, just because a baby is born, doesn’t mean you keep it. Otherwise how would all these rich white people buy their perfect little bundles of joy?

We CHOSE to keep Ollie. To accept Ollie. Allow him to crash our party. My kids adApted to the idea of a baby brother, therefore adOpting him into their hearts.

It’s really quite wonderful when you think of it that way, huh?