Shoved to Them
While we were on our trip to/from and in San Antonio last week, I had the great joy of meeting up with two bloggers I have come to love. Well, one I love and one I admire in what I am certain is an almost unhealthy way.
K from Nine Texans has been my internet friend from a time before either of us had a blog. She has nine children. I have six. She had a loaner from somewhere down the street…. Sixteen children and two mommy bloggers in one house for the entire day. It was pretty close to my definition of wonderful.
She has children who match up in age to my own, so each one had someone to play with. Sometimes it was the same sex like my #4 and her Lucy or my #3 and her Ben. There was also my #5 who was content to play with all of the dirt in her gigantic back yard. He almost couldn’t believe his luck when I didn’t even raise an eyebrow about his dirt-encrusted face. Then there were the other groups like my #1 and her Jack or #2 and Emma. I’m not saying that any matchmaking was going on in her living room, but I think that I owe her a cow and maybe a flock of chickens. (Do chickens come in flocks? Geese are in gaggles…Crows come in flights…chickens…flocks?…herds? A herd of chickens?) (I think I may need stronger ADHD medicine.) Any-who…there were a couple boys there smiling at a couple pretty girls.
K kindly lent her two eldest to me for our trip to Sea World. I definitely needed help with my littlest ones and Jack and Katie were amazingly helpful. I’m awarding each of them a thousand points (redeemable at a later date for unspecified rewards) for being there that day and not walking away in disgust from whining babies and a three year old who rode the moving sidewalk through the penguin house more than a dozen times. (It was all about the moving sidewalk and not the birds. I could have saved the time and money and taken him to the airport.)
At the end of our time together, #1 sighed and said “I so wish we lived closer. They’re kind of amazing.” and I completely agreed.
A few days later we met up with Jen from Conversion Diary at a playground outside of Austin. I laughed when I saw her because she’s kind of my husband’s dream girl. He’s crazy tall and likes red heads but married short, brunette me. (I think he’s happy with that decision. At least he hasn’t talked about backsies in a while.) Into the playground walked this gorgeous 6 foot tall woman with long red hair and I knew it would be her. She smiled and I recognized the friendly grin from her blog photo. When she said ‘hi’ it was with this deep sexy voice and I just had to laugh. It would be so easy to hate her if she weren’t so darn nice. Instead I found myself wishing that she were our next door neighbor. (Tell me again about why we’re moving to Dallas and not San Antonio or Austin….)
We chatted for an hour about big families and where we each had come from and a bit more here and there. I wish we had had more time, but the Texas sun is awfully hard on pregnant women and she started to wilt. We had to go anyway because we were on our way home and I wanted to get back some time before midnight. I thought about hugging her goodbye, but didn’t want to appear any more creepy stalker-y than I already look……then she hugged me so maybe I’m not as stalker-y as I thought. We promised to call/email if I get back to Austin or she comes up to Dallas (or OKC if we haven’t yet sold the house.) (Fingers crossed it’s more than the “I’ll write you” that I told the girls when I was 10 and went to summer camp.) ‘Cause…I really liked her and would love to get to know her better. She’s completely fascinating and brilliant……and then we could be best friends! What? Too far? Just ignore that last part. It’s completely a figment of your imagination.
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