I think my twins are gifted. I know, I hate to be one of those moms. But I’m telling you – Chase and Harlowe know how to read. Impossible? Oh, you’re going to feel like such a fool. Look at the proof:
On Wednesday, I post about how I’m ready to fly to Paris in an effort to escape my chaotic, guilt-ridden, exhausting life with newborn twins.
On Wednesday night, the twins slept 5 beautiful hours straight.
Clearly, they’ve been reading my blog.
Because this extra sleep, along with the knowledge that my kids will be going to an Ivy League school, has really buoyed my spirits, I want to share a little bit more with you about my romantic entanglements, friendships, brief encounters with Bruce Jenner and Nate Berkus at BlogHer.
As soon as I got to the NYC Hilton, I heard Bruce was in the house. Apparently hawking Tropicana orange juice. I guess, because juice rhymes with Bruce. Sort of the way, my Mouthy Housewives pal Wendi used to sell imitation Fendi on the streets of Austin.
I am fascinated by Bruce Jenner. Something about the fluffy hair, the abundance of facial work, the gold medal in the Decathlon, the lifelong commitment to juice. Despite their whining, I dragged Wendi and Marinka around the BlogHer expo hall in search of Bruce and they said supportive things like, “He’ll never accept you as his step-daughter just because your name starts with ‘K.’ You’re living in a dream world if you think you’re as fabulous as Kourtney, Kim or Khloe.”
Turns out, they were right, because all I got was a photo. Although Bruce Jenner seemed very nice and if given enough time, I think I could convince him to raise me as a Kardashian.
On to Nate Berkus. I’m going to be honest. I didn’t exactly know who Nate Berkus was. I guest I missed the 45 billion times that he appeared on Oprah. Turns out, he’s this super cute, famous interior decorator who threw a cocktail party at BlogHer to celebrate his new show.
But trying to get a photo with the guy is not easy. Because he’s very popular and was surrounded by very chatty bloggers. Apparently, all bloggers are not introverts. So I kept trying to get in there….
See, that’s him on the left. Me on the right. And a shiny brunette blocking my path.
I finally did get access to Nate. But I didn’t really have time to chat with him because we were late to meet Pauline and Jennifer at Ruby Foos in Times Square so I just said (on the recommendation of Fendi Wendi)… “Love your throw pillows!!” and waved goodbye.
I’m pretty sure he’s going to put me on his new show.
P.S. Thank you to each and every one of you for your comments on my last post. You really do know how to make a gal feel better. xo