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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.


friday chatter.

shawnnathompson_weather_2Tis Friday!  AKA Valentine’s Eve!  What are your plans for the big day tomorrow?  Going out or staying in?  Celebrating with your gals or your significant other?  Or for people in our boat, your significant other and your infant?  Whatever you do, I hope your day is full of chocolate and rosé.  Or bacon and beer.  Or whiskey and wings.  Or really just any combination of food and drink.

My two handsome guys and I have big plans for Valentine’s Day… we’re going to dinner at Chevy’s Fresh Mex.  Yes, the sub par suburban chain restaurant.  I can feel you cringing.  Especially you Portland people.  Hashtag food snobs.  But listen!  Casey and I went on our first “official” date at Chevy’s when we rekindled our romanticalness in college.  (We had previously dated for 6 months in 8/9th grade. Which was like, forever at that age.  He was my first french kiss.  Sorry, parents.  Is that awkward to read?  Whatever, we have a kid now so french kissing should be the least of your worries.  This is getting weird.  Should we move on?)  So!  We thought it’d be fun to pour one out at Chevy’s, for old times sake.  Though the actual Chevy’s we went to on our first date is closed now, is that a bad sign?  Whatever.  Margaritas!

We also are going to try to go to the coast again this weekend because it’s supposed to be B.E.A.utiful out.  50/60’s and sunny-ish all weekend.  Weeee!  Hey, speaking of the weather.  I read somewhere that people spend 10 months of their lives talking about the weather.  10!  Months!  Of life!  Isn’t that crazy?  I really wonder how that study was conducted?  Whose job was it to like, calculate how often somebody said “it’s not the heat that’ll get ya, it’s the humidity”.  So weird.  I personally think that weather truly is the most effective awkward-silence filler.  Maybe the study should be rebranded as “on average, people spend 10 months of their life having awkward small talk with strangers in elevators and people they don’t know very well at parties.”  Right?

Please don’t be offended if I talk about the weather the next time I see you.

In other news, if you follow me on Instagram, you might have seen a photo where I described how Crosby sleeps flat on his face.  In addition to that being absolutely terrifying (we may or may not have bought a sensor that let’s us know if he stops breathing. hashtag new parents.) it also causes him to pee all over himself at night.  I mean, yah, technically babies pee all over themselves all the time.  But his pee leaks out of his diaper and all the way up the front of his pajamas.  I always make sure that his “business” is pointed down when I put his diaper on, so I know that’s not the problem.  Any fellow mamas of tummy sleepers have any tips?

Most random blog post ever.  Hey, who wants to talk about the weather?

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Happy heart day, friends!


next time we’ll bring pants.

 

Last Saturday we woke up early and decided to take advantage of the sunny sunshine that was pouring through our dog-nose-smeared windows.  Portland is good for many things, but hiking is at the the tippity top of the list of JUST DO IT.  I’d been drooling over and dying to go to Saddle Mountain since I first set eyes on it.  On instagram, of course.  So we decided to make a day of it and we packed up the pups and some sammiches and set sail in the ‘ol Ford Focus towards the mountain.  Halfway there we noticed the clouds.  3/4 of the way there, the rain decided to show up.  And as we pulled up to the the trailhead, we opened our car doors and were greeted with a 20 degree temperature drop and a breezy mist that set up shop in our bones immediately.  Twas cold, if you catch my drift.  Casey’s gym shorts were suddenly feeling a little foolish.  So after giving each other a few terrified looks of fear and hypothermia, we got back in the car and after a bit of deliberation decided that the best thing for everyone involved was to just eat our sandwiches (duh) and head home.  About two seconds before we put the car in reverse, we noticed another car pull up and two dudes in their shorts and t-shirts got out and made their way to the trail and we decided hey, if they can do it…

So we turned off the car, gathered our ballz, and off we went.  Luckily the first bits of the hike were extremely steep because the uphill-ness of the situation is what kept us warm for the better part of that trip.  Eddie was in his zone.  He was an outdoor-only dog before he got to us and that boy was not going to let cold or rain or 45 degree angles stop him.  So, with Eddie as our leader, we forged on.  And man, it was beautiful.  Ugh.  Portland and it’s freaking scenery.

We did quite well, if I do say so myself, until we were almost to the top of the mountain.  That’s when the fog rolled in.  And the hail made an appearance.  And soon enough we couldn’t see further than 10 feet in front of us and were getting pelted from every direction with pea-sized chunks of ice.  Again, Casey’s shorts, feeling pretttttty misplaced.

We made it to what we think (??) was the top-ish of the mountain.  But who could really tell with that fog.  And after a few obligatory “woohoo’s”, we headed back down.  Which in theory sounds easier than uphill?  But two beagles pulling you down a steep, wet, slippery hillside with edges that you can’t see past?  Gah.  Scurry stuff.

We made it back down the mountain in record time, piled into the car and after cranking up the seat warmers and swapping out some wet clothes, decided to swing by the coast since we were so close.  Mother Nature decided to throw us a bone and stop the raining long enough for us to get pulled around the beach by the dogs for a bit.  And then we toasted to our rugged outdoorsy skillz with some liquid sugar coffee drinks and some yogurt dipped doggy biscuits for the boys.

We left the coast tired, wet and exhausted.  But, it was a really good day.  In fact, I think it’s safe to say that Saturday won.

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And on that note, we deserve some REAL sun.  So, we’ll meet y’all back here after our trip to Arizona!  Which starts, right, now.

 


the thompson’s take over portland.

Per usual, summer is fa-lying by.  The way it does.  I’m having minor heart-palpitations when I think about the fact that next week is August and I still have so many summer things to do.  Camping??  Last year by this time we’d gone thrice times!  Movies in the park?  I have yet to get butt-numb while watching Ratatouille and drinking 3 buck chuck in a seedy park.  And hikes?  Dear lord, I don’t think we’ve gone on a decent one in months!  So much to do, so little time.

One thing that’s different about this summer than last is the amount of visitors we’re getting.  HOO.RAY.  Nothing makes me happier than having a house full of people to show around our neighborhood and city.  Apparently it makes a difference when we have more than one bedroom (and bathroom, ahem) to welcome people to, because it’s like people are coming out of the woodwork to visit.  And we’re loving it like crazy.

Last week we hosted Casey’s family (mom, dad, sister, brother-in-law, two nieces) for 5 days.  They flew into Seattle and we all met up in Seaside on Saturday afternoon… which was a quick and beautiful hour-long drive for us… for them it was a morning full of flights, another 3.5 hour drive from Seattle to Seaside, 1 speeding ticket and two tired little ladies to deal with.  We eased their pain by tapping the rockies in our hotel parking lot as soon as they got there.  Nothing but class, us Thompsons.

But Seaside was amazing: beaches + seafood + salt water taffy + biking around town in a surrey with two little ones and one squirrely little dog…  It’s the stuff memories are made of.

They spent the rest of their visit be-bopping around Portland with Casey as their tour guide.  Because of this silly little thing called work, I had to miss allllll the daytime fun, including a visit to the zoo, the rose garden, Disneyland for Dogs, Multnomah Falls, a hike, the Children’s museum and most importantly… Big Ass Sandwiches.  It was pure torture.  But I know they had fun without me, somehow ;)  I could tell by how pooped they were each night.  Luckily I got to be a party of the nightly happy hour and subsequent dinner eat-athons we seemed to have every evening.  I gotta say, that’s a top five perk of having visitors.  Free rein to eat and drink whatever .. because hey, we gotta show them a good time.  Right?  Yup.

And now, cue the peek-cheers!

photo (11)photo (3)photo (5)photo (10)[ salt water taffy.  i think i ate 3 chins worth ]

IMG_3505photo (4)[ view from the back of the surrey.  i think my hands are still shaking… those seats were only like this wide.  and we had to deal with gus-monster who would just not sit still. ]

photo (1)[ these little cuties love to giggle.  and cry.  but mostly giggle. ]

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photo[ gus was obsessed with mark’s pocket.  something about a cheese stick wrapper…. ]

IMG_3538[ photo courtesy of mama nance and papa earl! ]

Thanks for the fun times family – we love you!  Gus says hey and he’s still looking for that cheese stick…

xo
The Portland Thompsons