We left Honolulu midday Thursday and just over 9 hours later we arrived in Manila on Friday evening just in time for gigantic Chinese dinner #1 at Derrick's mom's house. The spread at these dinners are huge and I have to approach each meal with a determined appetite as not to offend Derrick's mom. We are at a point where Derrick's mom accepts the marriage mostly because I keep visiting and have most likely proven that I am not going anywhere. The path of least resistance is to clearly just smile and feed the white husband. The path of least resistance for me is to put on my big girl eating panties and scarf down as much food as I can. See we have a nice little dance don't we?
The other thing that is so crazy in the Philippines is the amount of maids people have!! Seriously, Derrick's mom's place is staffed with 3 maids to cook and clean. In the U.S. this would be a sign of wealth, but in the Philippines it is totally common. Derrick's mom totally plays the role of helpful, yet critical, Chinese "woman of the house" well. At one point, she was telling me how one of the maids was a great cook but really had no brain because she had forgotten a serving spoon. In her defense, I think she is really trying to help these girls learn how to do their job well, but let's just say her delivery is pretty blunt and is one utterance of "bless her heart" away from being a southern debutant. His mom works her ass off and hasn't always had it easy, so I think a little leeway in this area is completely warranted.
Holy crap, I forgot to mention that Derrick seriously got pick pocketed at the Manila airport. It was crazy. Luckily, my hubby, who was born and raised in a gritty neighborhood in Manila, only had 2 credit cards and some U.S. dollars in there. He kept our Filipino pesos and passports in his bag. Phew, but still crazy!! We were able to cancel cards before anything was charged.
We ended the night by getting massages in our room from the new place in the lobby of hotel we stay at in Manila. We were excited, but clearly the massage therapists were determined to up their rate by providing us "extra services". I mean it was very clear what they were going for, but all we wanted to do was sleep. The exotic-ness of it was kinda hot. Just not hotter than sleep after a long day of travel. Besides the "extra services" they were offering could easily be satisfied for free during a nice hot shower after a great night's sleep!!!!
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.