Inspired by the thoroughly entertaining book by Andy Cohen (inspired by Andy Warhol), I have decided to journal about a year in my life, a life a totally think is worth noting. I might not be a celebrity but I live what I feel is a totally modern 21st century life. I am 33 (almost 34...shit!). I am gay and legally married to my husband, who is Chinese but raised in Manila. We have adopted two boys out of foster care who are 5 and 7. They are crazy, amazing, loving, challenging, strong, infuriating, demanding, but CUTE, little maniacs.
I am currently on a plane on the way to Manila for Derrick's 25th high school reunion! One might think the reunion is the amazing part of the trip, but one would be mistaken! The amazing thing is that we are traveling sans children! Like Holy Shit! What the hell am I going to do with myself! Well, I plan to sleep a lot- that beautiful, uninterrupted, no creepy bedside child staring at me at 5 am kind of sleep!! Like seriously, I am planning for epic sleep, oh and meals! I get to eat like an actual adult. I will actually get to take over 3 bites without having to turn into angry, diva Dad who is doing their best Nene Leakes impression while attempting to get their children to just shut up and take a damn bite of food!!
My parents are watching the boys which means my children will fall off the non-tech wagon and enjoy hour and hours of uninterrupted, binge watching of God knows what. I picture my older child Dillon writing a similar post to this celebrating his own freedom from his fascist father who deprives him the 21st century basic needs Netflix, soda, Xbox, and non-matching clothing (matching is important dammit, what is this, the Stone Age?).
I love my parents and am so grateful they are watching out boys. I am very excited. Now, off to watch a movie that doesn't include a freaking princess or animated character whose parents died setting off a series of events where the main characters "find themselves".
Right when we brought Dillon (our oldest son) we quickly realized we needed to think of what he would call us! He quickly named my husband Daddy and upon hearing his 2 year old friend call one of his 2 dads "Doda", Dillon decided on Dodie. After years of constantly lobbying for "Papa", I have grown to love and adore my name Dodie Here is a blog about my journey as Dillon and Jerry's Dodie!
My son Dillon was in foster care for 1,377 Days. We finalized our adoption of this firecracker boy in March of 2015 a few months before his 6th birthday. We are now in the process of adopting Dillon's younger brother "Jerry" from foster care! This blog will help paint a picture of two gay men raising two boys in this every changing world.