Being Kendra_ Cribs, Cocktails, and Getting My Sexy Back - Kendra Wilkinson [60]
If Hank’s mom or dad is in town, they’ll watch the baby, and if not we’ll hire a babysitter. We have two babysitters that we use, and one of them is Victoria Fuller—she’s a former Playboy Playmate from back in the eighties; baby Hank is going to love that when he gets older! If she’s not available we call another babysitter named Chelsea, who actually works on my show. Regardless of who it is, we try to put Hank to sleep first so he doesn’t really know we are gone.
We don’t have a full-on nanny. We just have these babysitters, so there’s no guarantee that our planned date night actually gets to happen. We have babysitters cancel on us just like the rest of the world. There are some times where Hank and I have a spontaneous thought that we’d like to go out and have some fun. But then we call everybody and nobody will watch the baby. Sometimes we reach out to friends who don’t have kids and have never taken care of a baby before, but we trust them. It’s not rocket science. But I would never ever leave him alone with someone I didn’t fully know or trust. I need to know them in and out.
I once called my friend Mykelle, who was six months pregnant at the time, because we thought it would be a good idea to give her some baby experience. Plus baby Hank knows her and would be comfortable with her. So she and her husband came over. They spent a good hour playing with the baby before they put him to bed. And when we came back from our date, we thanked them and let them go. We woke up in the morning and found that they had put the diaper on backward! Oops! Baby Hank had peed through his diaper. We couldn’t help but laugh because it was funny that for once it was someone else’s fault!
We love the getting-ready process because it’s almost like foreplay. Shaving, showering, makeup, moisturizing, doing the hair, painting the eyes, choosing the outfit—and I always make sure Hank is stealing a look.
I love to put on something sexy and just be Kendra again, not a mom. What I wear on a date with Hank really matters. I want Hank to know that I really try for him. It’s important for us, especially because when we’re filming our show the wardrobe and makeup is handled for us, so on date nights we dress up for ourselves, by ourselves, without the cameras around.
It’s very important, especially with our lives, that we make date night our own with a real date that we arrange and pay for. We would rather pay for our meal than have a restaurant pay for our food because that makes it an official date. We get invited to restaurants all the time, and they want to wine and dine us for free in exchange for a picture. You know what, everyone wants a free meal, but at the end of the day that’s considered a job for us. That’s not an official date. It’s a complete mind-fuck in that way, because we can seriously go out, just the two of us, and have a few glasses of wine and forget about all the celebrity shit and the show and fame and the paparazzi. But then if we’ve accepted a free meal, the next thing you know there’s a photographer waiting there to snap us.
Hot mom and dad ready to hit the town. The verdict is still out on that hat . . .
I love the time that we spend getting ready. Hank and I usually peek at each other back and forth so each of us can see what the other is wearing. And how many husbands actually flat-iron their wife’s hair? Mine does. Hank knows how much time I’m putting in with my hair and actually comes in and helps me so it cuts the getting-ready time in half. I blow-dry it and he’ll come in and I’ll have two flat irons plugged in, and he’ll do one half and I’ll do the other. One night he even helped me put my eyelashes on. He’s so good when it comes to things like that. He’s willing to help me, especially since he knows I’m doing all this for him. He loves it, he appreciates it, so he comes and helps me. And I love him knowing that I