Holy shit, it's December. We move in like 13 days to Portland, Oregon. Time is just flying by. We woke up to a nice Filipino breakfast. I was eating the dried salted fish everyone was raving about and almost ate the head and eye. Oh hell no! I know its good luck, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I mean, it is an eye ball.
We drove to seaport during school drop off, which looked just like drop off everywhere. The vehicles were different with kids being dropped on scooters and motorcycles. I absolutely loved the proud dad driving his daughter to school in here pristine school uniform on his motorcycle. She was sitting right in front and he was carefully driving with a big smile on his face. Yes! I'm missing my boys. Can you tell?
We took a boat to amazing remote island. It was stunning and unlike any other beach I have been too. We went snorkeling and the kelp forests are freaky. I tried to stay clear. However, Derrick found me and we had a nice ocean cuddle, but we ended up floating pretty far out. We needed to swim back over a giant kelp forrest. SO creepy! Then I saw a small stingray at the bottom of the giant kelp forest. A more rational person probably would have stopped and observed this amazing creature, but not me. I did my best Micheal Phelps impression and swam a personal best back the beach. I was not going to be stung by a sting ray. Girl not today!!!
I finally caught the boys after school and we had a great FaceTime. I am excited to see them in 2 days.
We ended the night with a Lee family dinner, which was by far the most gigantic one to date. I swore they were going to have to do CPR on me by the end, but I proudly took the path of least resistance and was a good son-in-law.
I passed out in a gigantic food coma in the hotel.
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.