Meeting the Parents

(Well, at least one parent anyway)

I had invited A over to my mother’s house for Thanksgiving dinner, as another way of acclimating him to Canadian traditions and also because I want to spend as much time with him as possible and I want to show him off to…well, everyone.

I picked him up in the afternoon on Monday and we headed to my mom’s house. He didn’t seem to be nervous but as we got closer to our destination I started to feel nervous. I’ve never actually had that happen before when bringing a man to meet my family so I’m not sure what was going on. I suppose I just really care what my mom thinks and I want her to like him because I like him so much.

Only my sister and her boyfriend were there when we arrived so it was a nice way to ease him into the craziness that can be my family (it’s all a good crazy though). I have 2 sisters and 3 brothers, and most of us have significant others that accompany us to family functions. Then there is also my aunt and her boyfriend and my cousin and her boyfriend, and usually 6 dogs total – so yeah, things can be rather hectic.

The night went very well, and A made a good impression on everyone. Afterwards he said he thought that he was going to feel uncomfortable, but actually he felt very comfortable. That’s always a good sign. My mother said she really likes him, that he is quiet and seems very nice. My stepfather thought he was very pleasant.


I think my mother noticed (as mothers usually do) how happy I am around A, and is making an effort to get everyone together one more time before he leaves to go bowling.

In other news, I was challenged by A to make Jamaican Patties, and I think I succeeded. It may have taken hours (it’s not the easiest thing in the world to make and it was the first time) but they came out really good. Except that the first batch stuck to the bottom of the pan and most of them broke apart….but I have more in the freezer that I can pop in anytime! And yes, I’m proud to say that these are 100% made from scratch (even the shells!)



We Are the 15%

Love, InshAllah

interfaith marriage

We absolutely love this blog We Are the 15% –  a crowdsourced gallery of pictures of interracial families. The blog was created in the wake of the ridiculous “controversy” over a Cheerios ad featuring a family with a black father and white mother. Check out the commercial below and then head over to the website to view (and maybe submit?) some beautiful family pictures!

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Ow my poor childless ears

I love Mr. Spice most of the time (I really, really do, even though we're currently on shaky ground). His daughter, however, is another story.

Before you go thinking that I'm some terrible child-hating bitch, let me explain. She's a very sweet 6-year-old little girl with a big heart. She will be a heartbreaker when she gets older, and I can guarantee she will be a handful for her parents. I'm not jealous of how much Mr. Spice loves her or anything ridiculous like that – in fact, I really love that he has no problem showing her how much he loves her. Despite all his flaws he is loving and caring father who would do anything for his daughter.

However – I can't take the noise. She screams, she yells, she never seems to be quiet. There is no such thing as silence when she's around. I can deal with noise but clearly I'm no good in dealing with a child who doesn't have an “indoor” voice EVER. Mr. Spice doesn't seem to really notice – maybe he's just used to it, but I've also considered that maybe this is just how kids are and I'm not cut out for it because if she was my child I would have sedatives on hand just to get silence every once in awhile.

Apparently not all kids are like this, I'm told by others who also don't have kids but at least have more exposure to kids than I do. I really really hope that is the case, otherwise I just don't think I can handle dealing with that kind of noise full-time without losing it.



Desperately Seeking Dad?

Here are the statistics from the National Fatherhood Initiative:

Percentage of children who live in father-absent homes:

  • African American: 64%
  • Hispanic: 34%
  • Caucasian: 25%

The national average is 1 out of every 3 children, or 33%, live without their biological father in the home.

Staggering numbers for the African American community. Yet, last night at the neighbourhood park with Mr. Spice and his daughter there were only fathers present. Not only that, but 5 out of the 6 fathers who had taken their children to the park were black.

I love when the odds are defied.

park July 13, 2013