give it a little pat pat.

dear jesus, thank you for my son, milo.

i mean, he is fantastic, really.

upon elsa's arrival at the airport, he put his little arm around her to give her a side hug and then loudly proclaimed "this is my black sister!"

yes milo. 

thanks for being so honest.

and then on the drive home from the airport, he sat there, teaching elsa inappropriate bathroom words.

i mean, i'm sure elsa has always wanted to know how to say poopy.

milo, what would we do without you?

he also loves to pat elsa's hair.

he just sits there and gives it a little pat pat. 

it's a bit fro-ish right now because i have no clue what to do with her hair.

thankfully i had a friend bring me some hair product today, and teach me how to handle the mane.

elsa, i apologize for the week and a half where i let your hair look like an unkempt, dry, hot mess.

what, i thought we were supposed to wash your hair everyday...no?

i know, cringe, right?

i'm learning.

and that won't happen anymore.

thanks jessica for the help!

happy weekend y'all.