It's hard to find people like that, and when you do, you hate to watch them board a plane and travel 1800 miles away.
It was a typical Jen/Kim week. We lost a cell phone (hers, not mine.) We almost sucked the will to live out of our children by accidentally driving around in 110 degree heat in a car with poor AC (don't worry, everyone is fine. And cool again.) We giggled uncontrollably at stupid jokes and old memories. We managed to avoid singing any old sorority songs (much to Brians' disappointment - ha!) We also hosted a (well, what like to consider) fabulous BBQ - a first for the new house - and Jen was thoughtful enough to not ruin my perfect party platter by snacking on a few tidbits before the guests arrived. She knows me well enough that she wouldn't dare steal pita chips from the actual platter, but instead, helped herself to some from the bag. (yes, I really am that much fun to hang out with.)
I even forced Jen to watch some of my reality TV fluff. She had, inexplicably, never seen a single episode of 'The Bachelorette' or 'The Bachelor.' (she refers to USWeekly as a 'smut magazine,' which baffles me.) So Brian and I (mostly me) tried to explain to her how the show works - roses are handed out to the guy/girls that person likes, other people are sent home, there is a lot of hot tub action and public making out. Poor Jen looked unbelievably confused. And as a reality show virgin, she was clearly not used to the awkwardness of some of the more 'real' moments on the show (read: Craig R's date with Ali) and was practically crawling off the couch in pure horror. "How can you guys watch this?" she wanted to know. Brian, of course, agreed with her (he ates 'The Bachelorette') but I was like, "What? You're not used to watching people air their dirty laundry on national television?" It did make me stop and think, though, about how far TV has come (gone?) in recent years.
The days just flew by, and it was so nice to have such a fun person to chat with. It made me think - maybe polygamy isn't such a bad idea? I mean, there we were: two babies, one in utero, happily playing with the kids, bathing them, feeding them, taking them out for ice cream (ours, not theirs.) This whole sister-wife thing is kind of a good idea. Jen washed the bottles while I wrote out the bills. There was always someone there to watch the kids while one of us took a phone call or checked our email. Aside from sharing one's husband, I think sister-wives are a marvelous idea. Sign me up. Because it means less chores and more conversation.
I'm not going to say much about Rowan's trip to Vegas (he did come out there for his birthday, after all), but he will have his own blog entry. Complete with pictures. Here's just a idea of what's in store:
(Thanks, Jenna and Rowan! Come out any time!! We love you!!)