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casey’s beach birthday.

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Casey’s 31st birthday was this past Sunday. (Which, according to him means he’s “officially in his 30’s”, whereas when he was 30, he was “just 30, but not in his 30’s”.  Whatever helps you sleep at night, old man.) So to celebrate his official entry into his 30’s, I surprised him with a little weekend trip to the beach.  Our sweet friends rented us their house in Rockaway Beach, one of our very favorite places on the coast.  (Thanks Laura & Alex!) So on Friday afternoon we packed up the kid and the pups and made our way west towards the land of rainboots and matted hat hair and clam chowder and salt water taffy and finding sand in your pockets for weeks.

We spent the bulk of the weekend just wandering up and down that ding dang beautiful beach.  No agenda, no plan… just us 5, roaming around.  The weather was lovely, 50/60ish degrees with just the slightest nip in the air.  The kind of nip that gives you rosy cheeks, not icicle cheeks.  There’s a fine line between rosy cheek weather and icicle cheek weather and if you’re not careful you can stumble right past it and wander straight into runny nose/into your mouth/don’t notice until you taste it/because your face is numb weather.  Which everyone knows is the gateway to frozen nostril hairs weather, which means you’ve just entered a whole other realm of existence known as Minnesota in February.

What were we even talking about?

The beach!  The beach.  Crosby was in heaven.  He’s been to the coast before but this time he could walk on his own!  And walk he did, straight for the water.  Nonstop.  The kid has no fear… which is equal parts awesome and terrifying.  And the dogs, man.  The dogs were in their element.  If they had their way, we would live right there smack dab in the middle of the beach.  And let’s be honest, if I had my way, I would too.

We also indulged in a boatload of fresh seafood at the Old Oregon Smokehouse.  No for real though, we ate so much… it probably was an entire boatload.  Like, captain and oars and life jackets and all.  Deep fried life jacket probably tastes a bit like deep-fried octopus anyways, right?

Let’s just move on to the shoddy iphone pics, shall we?  Check them out, if you’d like.

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I hope you had a great birthday, Casebear.  Love you more than I love deep-fried anything.  And that’s a lot.


it’s been a while, let’s catch up.

IMG_4386First things first.  I have something really exciting to share.  Well, it’s exciting to me and probably no one else.  Except Casey.  And Crosby.  Although I don’t think Crosby quite understands the significance of “exciting” things.  Other than bath time.  But I’m sure he still appreciates the importance of this situation, in his own baby brain kind of way.  Maybe.

… What were we even talking about?

Ahh yes, big news!  We’ve found a solution to Crosby’s pee leakage problem that I talked about in my last blog post.  Yay!!!…… (See I warned you.)  We tried all of the suggestions you lovely people sent (thank you!) and after much trial and error we found that putting Crosby in a diaper that’s one size larger than normal at night does the trick.  He usually wears a size 2 during the day (yes, he’s just a little guy) so at night we put him in a size 3 Pamper’s Baby Dry and… no leaks.  It’s a washing machine miracle!   Apparently there are many reasons why a baby can leak at night, but in Crosby’s case it’s a quantity issue.  Putting a bigger diaper on him obviously means there is more, uh, storage space for all that little potty.  Aaaaand sometimes big potty.

Speaking of which, what is your stance on using the word “potty” versus “bathroom” when talking to your little ones?  Some people have such a strong opinion one way or the other.  Like “potty” is too juvenile but “bathroom” isn’t easy enough to say.  After a great deal of thought and introspection, I’ve found that I just don’t care.

I realize that anyone still reading this post who doesn’t have kids is likely pouring gasoline on themselves at this point.  So let’s move on from the potty talk and save ourselves that burnt hair smell, shall we?

I feel like we have so much to catch up on since my last blog post.  I didn’t realize it had been almost a whole month since I last wrote.  But a lot has been going on, so I’m thinking maybe it’s best if I do a little photo recap of the last few weeks.  Sound good?

I hope you understand that that was a rhetorical question.

IMG_4218The weather in Oregon over the past month has been bitchin’.

Does anyone say bitchin’ anymore?….  Is it working?….  I didn’t think so.

Well anyways, we’ve been taking advantage of the weather with frequent trips to the coast.  I’d go every day if I could.  If anyone wants to go tomorrow, hit me up.

Does anyone say hit me up anymore?…. Is it working?…. I thought so.

march_1IMG_4158 IMG_4204Don’t worry, we put a hat on Crosbaby’s head shortly after these pictures were taken.  We fully realize that the 7 hairs on his head do not suffice as sun protection.  Little baldy.  
IMG_4214march_4IMG_4246On this day we wore matching stripes.  Crosby’s idea.  It was also his idea to have this picture taken so he could take it with him to college and tell everyone how he and his mama used to sing “Let’s. Wear. Stripes! Let’s wear stripes! Let’s wear matchy, matching stripes!” to the tune of Beauty and the Beast’s “Be Our Guest”.  

march_3Our friend Tony came from San Francisco to stay with us for a weekend.  Watching him hold Crosby was mayyybe the highlight of February.  He’s a total baby rookie but gets an A for effort.  And a B for beer.

IMG_4286And on this day we realized that we all (unintentionally, promise.) wore black.  So, we commemorated that day with a vewwwy sherioush pikcheew.

IMG_4359My mom came to visit us for a few days.  This beauty just turned 50, but clearly doesn’t look a day over 25.  It’s only slightly weird when she’s holding Crosby and people think he’s her baby.  What makes it less weird is when I then snatch him out of her hands and scream HE’S MINE!!!

IMG_9866We made a quick, unexpected trip to MN last week. Casey’s beloved Grams passed away and so the three of us made a trip to the snow to be with his family and pay our respects.  Casey had a really special relationship with his Grams; she was the heart and soul of his entire family.  Needless to say, she will be greatly missed.

IMG_9840Baby eyelashes!!! I just want to gather them up and sprinkle them on my cereal.  (<— Quite possibly the weirdest thing I’ve ever written.  Because I can’t even remember the last time I had cereal.)

IMG_9890IMG_9901My soul sista Lindsey came to Portland.  She’s the sassiest ladypants I know and I love her dearly.  Fun fact.  One time Lindsey and I took a road trip from MN to California and it took us until 200 miles outside of LA to determine that the terrible thing I had been smelling the whole trip was actually a pair of new leather shoes in the backseat, and definitely NOT my armpits.  So.

Processed with VSCOcam with f2 presetWe get a lot of questions about the mark on his upper lip.  It’s a birthmark.  Not a scratch, or lipstick, or the result of chewing on a marker.  Which are all guesses we’ve heard.

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This is Crosby and I at his SIX month check up.  Pre-shots, obvi.  But six months!  I don’t even and can’t even.  The fact that he’s half a year old makes me want to simultaneously cry and laugh.  Which actually is something that Crosby does once in a while. We have this theory that he got so used to crying in his early months that now he thinks that’s what he should be doing anytime his mouth is open.  It’s like a knee-jerk reflex.  He’ll yawn and start crying.  Or smile really big and start whimpering.  Or he’ll laugh and then get a confused look on his face and start weeping.  He’s actually happy, but the fact that his mouth is open throws him off.  It’s pretty cute actually.

He’s also been sitting up a bit, pushing up onto all fours, eating his feets, and chatting like crazy lately.  We’ve started giving him solids, which both he and Gus are really enjoying.  He thinks bananas are awesome and tomatoes can suck it.  He also likes when we put applesauce or mashed food onto a spoon and let him feed himself.  The spoon lands in his mouth maybe 1 out of 4 times.  The other three land on his forehead, down his bib, and on the window sill, respectively.

He’s finding his voice.  He likes to say the word “boo” over and over again really softly.  And when he’s sucking on a pacifier or a bottle, he sometimes makes this noise that sounds like he’s saying “oh yah oh yah oh yah” really fast.  Which I then mock, because I’m me.

He just recently has been giving us some nice big belly laughs, and they are everything.  Especially because of how challenging the first few months were.  Those belly laughs are like reassurance that hey, we haven’t completely messed our kid up!

Happy six months, baby guy.  We sure do love you.

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The end.  You did it!

Have a bitchin’ day.


every day should be floriday.

IMG_6449Every time I type Florida, I end up adding a “y” to the end.  Floriday is way cuter, they should probably change it.

So we’re back in Portland after the longest/shortest vacation in Florida.  You know when it feels like you were gone forever, yet you just left yesterday?  That’s the feeling.  And can we all agree that there are few things worse than coming back from a great vacation?  It’s quite depressing actually.  There’s so much build up to the trip and then you have this really great time and then all of a sudden you’re on the plane coming back home and looking at work emails and it’s back to business as usual and it sucks.  Not a fan.  Whenever I come back from vacation and I’m feeling bummed, I remember the time my (guy) friend cried on our way home from spring break in college because he was so bummed that it was over.  At least I’m not that big of a weenie… ;) 

Anyway, anyway.  The trip to the Keys was amazing. On the guest list: my mom, stepdad, little bro and his girlfriend, big brother, sister-in-law and two nephews.  It was our first time to that part of Florida, and it was pretty incredible.  The sun was freaking hot, the sand was warm, and the humidity was out of control.  All the fixins for a great tropical vacay.
Here’s a little recap of our trip, in pictures.  If you’d care to see….
First up.  The house we stayed at was amazing.
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The house was right on the water, but we spent most of our time in the pool.  Partly because it was way awesome, and partly because it was hot as balls. florida_4.jpgI attempted to crawl across this stellar foam floatie path.  I only made it onto the first floatie before effortlessly sinking.  Le sigh.

IMG_2004IMG_1977My 2-year old nephew Harmon is fearless and would jump into the pool every chance he could.  And every time we’d hold our breath as he’d miss the edge by about a half an inch.  Truth be told, I was a little jealous of those kiddos though.  I would have given anything to be able to jump carelessly into the pool, instead of slowly rolling my fatsuit body into it.
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Isn’t my mama a beaut?  I gotta find out her secret one of these days…
florida_6.jpgIMG_2048florida_8The amount of swack and swass happening in the above picture is probably record breaking.  That’s what 90 degrees and one million percent humidity will do to a family of midwesterners.
IMG_2169IMG_2171IMG_2167Aren’t brothers the best?  Mine are, at least.  Also, I could drink virgin pina coladas for dayz.  Until this trip, I’d never really thought too much about how pregnant ladies have to drink “virgin” cocktails.  Seems kinda judgy, don’t you think?  
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I’d pay some good money to be back at this place with these people right meow.  I love you, family.

Random sidenote.  Today marks my 2nd anniversary of this here blog.  And I want to say thanks a million to you all for reading my stories week after week.  You give me a reason to keep doing this silly writing thing that I love to do.  Fist bump emoji… xo

 


welcome back, me.

Oops, I accidentally did a bunch of other stuff instead of posting on this here blog. And by accidentally, I mean deliberately.  And by ‘other stuff’, I mean watching the Olympics and drinking IPA’s. (See, I’m trying!)

For reals though, I know everyone says this but where the eff did summer go?  I realize it’s a late bloomer here in Portland but c’mon… it’s mid-August already?  I kid you not when I tell you that I saw an ad for Michaels craft store for Christmas decorations!  I meeeeeean really??  I’m overwhelmed by all the fall clothes in stores and by the over-abundance of back to school commercials. (Speaking of which, if I see one more of those Target commercials with the annoying guy or girl singing about back to school supplies I’m going to throw my IPA at the TV.  Which would not be cool for 2 reasons: 1) what a waste of a brew 2) a new TV is not in “the budget”. Luckily I’ve been watching way less tube since the Olympics ended so my TV remains hops-free for now.)  Phew, sorry for the rant.

Now, what was I talking about again?  Oh that’s right, nothing.  Carry on.

Here are some snapshots of what I’ve been doing for the past 56 days.  Don’t judge me because I counted.

I ate this.  I ate this hard.  There’s a travel stop in Minnesota that has the BEST bakery goodies EVER.  It’s kind of disturbing the amount of love I have for that place.  Like an “I ate this 60 pound blueberry fritter in one day” kind of love.

I ran 10 K’s the other day and they seriously kicked my booty.  I was not prepared.  Maybe it had something to do with a certain 60 pound blueberry fritter I ate.

Gus posed for his senior pictures.  Ha! Isn’t that what this looks like??  Such a stellar young man.  He’s also the captain of the tennis team.  (Teeheehee, dogs playing tennis gives me the gigs.)

I gave Henry Rowengartner a run for his money…..

The hubs made a best man speech that brought me to tears.  I was also having my eyebrows waxed at the same time, but I’m almost positive the tears came from his speech.  Kidding… his speech was moving and wonderful and reminded me why I chose to be his lady for the rest of our lives.

I wore something cute and felt the need to show it.  That blue thing is my $2 lunch box that has joined me at 5 jobs in 4 different states.  He’s a keeper.

We did not eat here.

But we did eat here.  And it was yummers.  Beet burgers for everyone!

This happened.

My pAl and I were going to go to a movie and we ended up here instead.  Beautiful night with a beautiful friend.  Seriously, she’s amaze… she likes night (and day) drinking and doesn’t refer to her blog as her “creative outlet”.  Plus she endured a week+ of dog-sitting the Monster Dog.  Ku-dos Al.

Speaking of the Monster Dog…. here he be.  Keeping an eye out for us.  And no, that is not some sort of medieval torture device on his face.  It is merely a “gentle leader”, AKA the thing that takes his barking level down to about 500 decibels instead of 525 and prevents him from lunging at and subsequently eating anything he sees on the ground.  Anything.  He ate a rock.  I saw it go in.  I saw it come back out.  You do the math.

But on a lighter note, we found a beach!!  I was feeling a little blue that the closest beach was 2ish hours away but luckily we found out about the beach at Sauvie Island and made our first appearance this past weekend.  We only lasted about 1.5 hours no thanks to Gus, who was so beside himself and out of his element.  Yah, he has an element, it includes eating rocks and howling at inanimate objects.

We got married 2+ years ago in this very spot.  We were back there for a wedding in July so we celebrated by kissing.. and reveling in our paleness.  Gawd, get this girl to the beach!

We hiked our ballz off.  But not Gus, his ballz were already off.

Welp, that about sums it up!  See you back here in 56 days.  Totally kidding, I wouldn’t do that to all 2 of you.