Barnabas Monkeypants

About six weeks ago, my friend Jodi’s fiancee emailed me asking if I’d like to surprise Jodi with a visit for her birthday. This was at the height of OMG! Swine Flu!! madness and I dragged my feet a little bit before committing because I was terrified of getting sick (and thereby getting Henry sick). However, flu furor be damned, last Friday morning I flew to Denver to celebrate my friend’s 33rd birthday.

I knew it was going to be a great trip when Henry expressed his displeasure wtih my impending departure by having an explosive poop 10 minutes before I had to jump in a cab to go to the airport. More poop came out of his body in that single poop event than has come out in a very long time. It was everywhere, and Raphe was nowhere, so it was just me, Henry, and the neverending smeary poop. I took it as an omen – and a good one at that. Great things were afoot!

The two days I spent in Denver were amazing. I got to catch up with Jodi’s mom (hadn’t seen her in more than 10 years!), get to know a little about Jodi’s fiancee (we hadn’t yet met), stroll around downtown Boulder, see Buffalo Bill’s gravesite (ask me sometime about the characters in the Buffalo Bill Museum…they were straight out of the Far Side), and ride an Alpine slide (woo!). I also got more consecutive hours of sleep Friday night (all spent dreaming of the cutest little round head this side of anywhere, natch) than I’ve gotten in a long time. AND I got to spend time with Jodi, which is just priceless. I couldn’t have wished for a better short getaway.

Jodi and I have seen each other more the past year than we have since college, and we’re going to meet again in several weeks for her wedding. There is simply no way for me to express how incredibly excited I am about this wedding and how proud I am to be a part of it. Jodi spent a long time wandering in the proverbial desert and to see her so happy now – well, it just warms my heart. Between Raphe and Henry, my life is as close to charmed as it can be, and my dear friend deserves that same shot at domestic bliss.

So, here’s to 33, Jodi! I love you as fiercely as any member of my family. This is going to be your best year yet.

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