¡Crosby’s birthday fiesta!

IMG_5323So Crosby’s first birthday has come and gone and I’m still sort of adjusting to the fact that I now have a toddler.  Did you know that a 1-year-old is considered a toddler?  I didn’t!  I could have sworn that toddlerhood didn’t happen until 2.   Ugh, what do I know?  A year into this madness and I still have no idea what I’m talking about.  But so yah, I guess I have a toddler now!  I mean, seemingly it’s just a title change but for an over-thinker like me, it is a big deal.

I know I’ve talked about this before, but it’s always crazy to me how these kinds of transitions happen overnight.  There’s no easing into it.  One day I’m the mom of a baby, and the next day I’m the mom of a toddler.  And I don’t know, it just seems… different.  Right?  Like… I picture a baby mama in her bathrobe, softly humming to her tiny bundle while she rocks him to sleep at 3am.  I picture a toddler mama chasing her popsicle-mustached kid down the sidewalk, loudly hollering at him to SLOW THE $%@! DOWN.  Calm down, I’m just being dramatic… I would never give my kid a popsicle.

Do you know what I mean though?  The difference between baby and toddler is kind of significant.  Shouldn’t there be a grace period of 3-6 weeks for moms to get used to the idea that their baby isn’t a baby anymore??  Maybe I should start a Kickstarter for that.

Ok in all honestly, I’m pretty ok with the this transition.  But what really concerns me the most… is that moms of toddlers definitely can’t get away with Day 3 hair as much as moms of babies.  So, I have some major soul-searching/shampoo buying to tend to.

Well so anyway the real point of this post is that Crosby turned 1/became a toddler and so we threw a party for him!  Or, to be more accurate, we threw a fiesta for him!!   err… sort of.  I casually flirted with the fiesta theme but didn’t go too overboard.  Hashtag I didn’t have the budget to go overboard.   Hashtag my husband loves a budget.  Hashtag finance major.  Hashtag nerd alert.  (Gross, I promise I’m done spelling out hashtag.  <— Last one, I swear.)

Anyhoo.  We threw a little fiesta at our house with about 35 of our Portland pals.  We’d planned on having the party outside but of course mama nature decided to weep on Crosby’s birthday (apparently she was having a tough time with the baby/toddler transition too) which meant we had to move the party inside and act like sardines.  Luckily there was plenty of Jarritos, cervezas, and margaritas to refresh our souls.  And listen, I know some people might find it inappropriate to serve booze at a first birthday party.  I hear you.  But!  Most of our guests were adults.  And also… this party was kind of a celebration for Casey and me, too.  The past year has been bananas and all things considered, I thiiiiink… we did pretty good job.  And doing a pretty good job at raising a baby deserves a mediocre marg.  Which is now my new Instagram bio.  (No it’s not.)

Gracias so much to our Portland friends for making this day so special for us and Crosby.  We love you, amigos!  And gracias to our families for all the cards/gifts/calls/video chats.  We love you and miss you, familia!

How ‘s about that’s enough of speaking in broken Spanish?  Although I did tell Casey in perfecto Spanish that “I like food at our Thompson house for my family”.   And he was impressed.  So.  ::hairflip::

And with that!  Here we go with the pictures, if you care to see…
IMG_5322IMG_5320IMG_5380I’ll never be one of those super pinteresting moms (heh heh) but at the end of the day, a margarita is a margarita, no matter what kind of mason jar/plastic cup it’s served out of.  Is my new Facebook bio.  (No it’s not.)


IMG_5333IMG_5330IMG_5326Trying to get four 1-year olds to sit still for a picture is like… trying to get four 1-year olds to sit still for a picture.


IMG_5372lolz. real lyfe. 

IMG_5373 IMG_5349IMG_5356Homeboy DUG IN to his cake.  I initially was going to make him a vegan/gluten free/sugar free/healthy smash cake monstrosity but after googling them for 2 minutes I threw my hands in the air and headed straight for the Betty Crocker aisle.  I mean, it’s only one day, man.

IMG_5352IMG_5357IMG_5355IMG_5358IMG_5369IMG_5362We eventually had to take the cake away from him, or he probably would have devoured the whole ding dang thing, which resulted in my favorite tears I’ve ever seen him cry.

IMG_5339My hombres.  And I’m not sure what the seriousness is that’s going on behind them…but I like to think that they’re giving one of the little kids the stink eye for taking the last sombrero hat.

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It was such a fun day, celebrating our toddler guy.  Feliz cumpleaños, Crosby.

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