congrats, maya rudolph

Maya Rudolph Welcomes a Girl

by Sarah Michaud

After playing pregnant in this summer’s Away We Go, Maya Rudolph has welcomed a real-life bundle of joy: her second child with director Paul Thomas Anderson.

Maya Rudolph Welcomes a Girl

Maya Rudolph and Paul T. Anderson

The couple’s daughter, Lucille, was born Nov. 6 in Los Angeles, the Saturday Night Live alum’s rep tells PEOPLE exclusively.

Lucille joins big sister Pearl, 4. As with their first child, Rudolph and Anderson, 39, chose not to find out the sex of the baby prior to delivery.

“We didn’t find out with [Pearl], which was kind of fun,” Rudolph, 37, told David Letterman.

“Because when you’re ready to throw in the towel and you’ve got nothing positive to think about or feel, because you’re so heavy and you want to float in a pool of salt water to be buoyant, it was nice to have something to look forward to.”-SOURCE

-I thought this was a cute interview, too.  Not nearly as cute as little Pearl though!-

Actress Maya Rudolph, who is currently pregnant with her second child, sat down recently withBlackBookmag to talk about her daughter Pearl,3. Read below as Maya answers a few questions about being a mother to her first-born.

Q: Did you set out thinking that you’d be a specific type of mother to Pearl?

A:  There’s definitely this fantasy that’s like, “I’m not going to be a mother, I’m going to be Mother-f#$%^*&-Theresa.” And then you realize that you’re still the same person, the same things still bother you, you’re not perfect, but you can still be someone’s parent, someone’s mother, and it can still be okay. There’s no question that you want to give them everything and you want their lives to be perfect. Has any human achieved that? No, probably not.

Q: Once Pearl was born, was she just as you imagined she’d be?

A: We didn’t know if she was going to be a boy or a girl, and, when she finally came out, there was a really quick snip and suddenly, she was resting on my chest, staring at me. And her eyes were super-black. She looked like Marlon Brando in The Island of Doctor Moreau, because she was covered in all of these white blankets staring at me. I remember, in that moment, thinking, Yes, this is my baby. I’d always tried to picture what my baby would look like, and in that second, I was like, Yes, this is the baby I’ve been expecting. And then the doctor said, “Oops, we forgot to see what it was.” I didn’t know if it was a boy or a girl, but I knew it was my baby—you spend so much time being pregnant, not knowing who the hell is coming.

Q: how has it been for you to watch a person forming her own world, using you as her mothership and then going off on her own.

A: There’s no question: you get that proud mom grin sometimes, when it’s like, Check it out. That’s my kid. But, yeah, she is who I thought she’d be in a lot of ways. Let’s put it this way: If she had come out as a total wallflower, and said stuff like, “I hate reading and I don’t like to perform,” then I’d be like, That’s not my kid. So it doesn’t really surprise me that she’s like, “Hey, I’m funny and I like to hang out.”

a terrific struggle for supremacy!?

oct 7 11

Savannah Tribune, October 7, 1911. Seems like the phenomenon of albinism was not as widely understood as one might think circa 1911.

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I assume that said “recreation pier” was a place of cheap amusement–a midway of some sort. Nobody wasted any time capitalizing on the cash value of these infants. The bit about race supremacy being the crux of their antagonism certainly is nuts. It’s like baby Sallie is getting an exemption from the one-drop rule.

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“thick, super-sensual, sagging lips.” Eek!
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Gee, that’s arguably kinda racist. Though it’s mighty white on the part of the reporter to allow that baby Marie is “just as clean and equally bright as her sister.” I bet she grew up to be “articulate.”
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I wonder what happened to these kids.

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fair and good features….on the dark half

Good Lord!!

Ebony & Ivory

San Jose Mercury Evening News, November 30, 1887. Here’s the “tragic mulatto” principle taken to extremes by cruel Nature. Or then again, maybe circus life would have offered more to this kid than whatever hardscrabble misery awaited him in post-Redemption Florida. If only we had a name other than “it” for the child in question, I might be able to find out what happened to him.

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art by Kaadaa

re: willing to accept

Here’s another article that references the perils of placing biracial babies in adoptive homes.  Is adoptive a word?  Anyway, this just reinforces my strong desire to adopt a brood of biracial kids.  I guess it’s not going to be that difficult once I’m ready.  Getting ready is the difficult part.

Adoption fulfills dream of blended family for Erie County couple

By DANA MASSING

A chatty little social butterfly, 5-year-old Grace Ann May can be sassy and likes to show off a little.

That’s how Annette May describes the daughter who is most like May was as a child.

“Other than she’s brown and I’m white,” May said.

Grace is one of two girls and two boys who became part of the May family, of Greene Township, through adoption.

Gracie, as she’s called, and two of the others are biracial. The children, who range in age from 5 to 12, were joined by Annette and Scott May’s first biological child, a daughter born on Mother’s Day.

“White, black, purple with pink polka dots, it really doesn’t matter to us,” Annette May said. “Everybody deserves a family that loves them.”

…The Mays’ four adoptions were done through Catholic Charities, even though the family is Presbyterian. The agency works with families of all faiths. It had more adoption options and lower fees than other agencies, Annette May said.

Heather Hough, adoption counselor for the agency, said cute babies with blonde hair and blue eyes are the easiest to find families for.  “Everybody wants those,” she said.

Some children up for adoption have physical, mental or behavioral issues, said Ellen Miller, Catholic Charities’ special-needs adoption coordinator. She worked with the Mays on their adoptions.

The Web site for the Statewide Adoption and Permanency Network, or S.W.A.N., states that “special needs” refers to “children waiting to be adopted who are older, of minority heritage, part of a sibling group or have a disability” or “for whom finding an adoptive family may be more challenging.”

“A lot of our kids, their need is they need a family more than (they) have special requirements,” Miller said.

Annette May said one of the most difficult parts of adopting was answering questions about what she and her husband would accept in a child.

“You can’t make those decisions when you have a child naturally, so I felt very awkward feeling like I could make those decisions in this circumstance…  We had fertility issues,” Annette May said. “We’re kind of traditional folk. We never really financially could afford in-vitro (fertilization) or things like that, and I’m just not that type of person, not interested in going through all that. It sounds very cliché, but as a kid, I always thought it would be very neat to have a blended family.”

That family started with Grace Ann. She was 10 days old when the Mays took her home. They were early in the adoption process and hadn’t expected results so soon, but no other family wanted a biracial baby at the time, Annette May said.
“We’ve always been open to pretty much any age and any race,” she said.

When Gracie was 6 months old, the couple heard from Miller at Catholic Charities again.

“She called and said, ‘We have a biracial little boy, born at Hamot yesterday, needs somebody to pick him up tomorrow. Are you willing?'” Annette May recalled.

“At the time, we just kind of thought, ‘This is so unusual.’ We had those thoughts of, ‘People say it takes forever. It’s a boy and a girl. Are we ever going to have the opportunity if we turn it down?  And so we said yes, and I thought, ‘Hey, people have twins all the time. What’s the big deal? We’ll just get it all out of the way at once — diapers, bottles, the whole thing.'”


Read the rest of the Mays’ story HERE