• Gambia
• Guinea
• Sao Tome and Principe
• Namibia —> that’s a loooong way south!
• Chad —> pretty far inland…
• Sierra Leone
• Italy
• Portugal
• Spain
• Syria

And that’s not even the entire list. These are the results from my mother’s side, and do not include very much of my maternal grandfather’s DNA, as the test was done by my aunt, who does not carry a Y chromosome. My maternal grandfather was a Black Indian, though I never got to ask him which tribe. He was from Alabama, though. He was a bit of a prick who abandoned his family, so none of us talked to him much. I’m okay with that.

On my father’s side, I am only sure of Jamaica and India, but not of which areas in India. I’d ask my father to do the DNA test, but I don’t think he would. He’s a bit of a loon in much of his thinking. Maybe I’ll do it myself one day, and/or ask one of my brothers.

Not that I’m complaining.

She texted me last week from a Carter’s that was having an end-of-year sale, asking if there was anything we needed; I said that more fleece and layering pieces would be good.  So yesterday we got this GIANT BOX of 3-6 month clothes, mostly leggings and long-sleeved/long-legged fleece pieces, with a couple of little jackets.  They’re mostly pretty cute (I love the animal print fleeces, naturally), and I am now considerably less worried that AJ will freeze.

I am probably going to have to do a baby fashion blog.  You knew this was coming.