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christmas 2016.

Happiest holidays, loves!  I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas.  Ours was so so lovely… we opted to spend the holidays here instead of flying to Minnesota, because newborn.  We definitely missed spending time with all the fams but there was also something very sweet about having time with just our little family.  It was just… cozy.  The whole holiday weekend felt like a giant hug.  The fact that I was in pj’s 85% of the time + WINE probably contributed to that feeling as well.

We spent most of the weekend hanging out at home, watching Christmas movie after Christmas movie, playing games, cuddling up on the couch, and eating all the things.  Lobster mac and cheese is always our Christmas Eve dinner of choice and this year did not disappoint.  And hey, if I could gift you one thing this year, it would be the wisdom of this mac and cheese recipe.  Merry Christmas, from me to you!  (I should probably also throw in a pair of stretch pants, because you’re gonna look 5 months pregnant after you eat it. I speak from experience.)

Crosby was such a sweetpea with Christmas this year.   He sorta/kinda knows what’s up and got pretty into the festivities.  Though I think his basic knowledge of the entire holiday season can be summed up with the word “presents”.   The kid has gotten so many gifts, he thinks it’s just common practice now.   His favorite thing to say lately is, “mama! I have an idea! ….. presents!”  So sweet.  So hysterical.  So terrifying.

And our sweet Willa was a trooper through it all.  She’s such a wonderful little baby lady.  My heart bursts just thinking about her.  (So do my boobs. Heyo!)  I cannot wait until she is able to partake in all the holiday festivities, but in the meantime I am loving her chill-ness (chill-ability?).

Anyhoo, we had a great holiday weekend and  I’m so bummed that it’s over.  We already took our tree down this morning.  We typically keep our tree up until after New Years but this year it had to go early because it was deader than crap.  But, she was a good tree.  She brought us lots of warm fuzzies this season.  And now she’s just sitting on the curb…. withering away alongside my bank account and soul.

Well that got dark.

And on that cheery note!  Here is a little video I made of our Christmas weekend.  Take a peek, if you’d like!

Happy Christmas, sweet friends.


holiday recap. because it’s january, apparently.

IMG_3264Happy 2016 + 6 days!  How was everyone’s Christmas/New Years celebrations?  Full of good tidings and merriment and prosperity?  And the such?  Did you make resolutions?  Tell me, tell me!  I haven’t really made any official resolutions, though unofficially I’d like my favorite skinny jeans and I to be on speaking terms again.  ::she says as she lays in bed eating homemade dinner rolls while unsuccessfully attempting to tuck her second chin in::  I also say this all the time, but I’d really like to find time to blog more.  That said, hopefully your resolutions include finding time to read more nonsense stories written by yours truly.  Then it’s a win-win for everyone!

Stepping back a few weeks, our holiday break was really really lovely.  As cliché as it sounds, having a kid really does make everything so much more fun and magical around the holidays… even though our kid doesn’t know the difference between Christmas and his left foot yet, it’s still so exciting to start introducing him to all the festivities.  We spent the week before Christmas with our families in Minnesota.  Which was ss…s…sooo….mmm…mmmuch…ff.f.ff..ffun.  (<— that’s my attempt at typing shivers, did it work? or…) No seriously, it was great.  Cold, yes.  But also so much fun!  A vast improvement on last year’s MN Christmas when Crosby was in the dirty depths of his acid reflux/colic/not sleeping for longer than 45 mins at a time.  I have PTSD from last Christmas.  ::shudder::   In our typical MN-trip fashion, we crammed 165 million activities into the 9 days that we were there and it still somehow didn’t seem to be enough time to do all the things/see all the peeps/eat all the foods.  That last part is a lie… we actually did eat all the foods.  But you know what they say…. when in casseRome!  (Get it?  Casserole…. Rome…. casseRome….??….???…… nevermind.)  Anyways, thanks to our families and friends for making our trip “home” so wonderful!  Now if you’ll all kindly send me $50 to buy stretchy pants, that’d be great.

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Anyone else think that Crosby is channeling Dr. Evil in this photo?  Riiiiight.

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We got back to Portland a few days before official Christmas, which was actually kind of nice because we still had so much fun junk to look forward to.  Plus, this was going to be our first time celebrating Christmas on Christmas in our own home.  Don’t get me wrong, I love being with our larger families for the holidays but there was something so charming about being able to hang out at home on Christmas Eve and wake up and open presents with our kid under our own Christmas tree on Christmas morning.  I mean, that’s the American dream, isn’t it?  And we’re nothing if not patriotic.

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Whatevs, big guy.  Whatevs.

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We continued our little family’s tradition of opening a new pair of Christmas pj’s on Christmas Eve and watching a boatload of Christmas movies.  We also started a new tradition of making Christmas Eve lobster macaroni + cheese.  HOLLA!  (sorry.)  And broccoli, because growing toddler.  On Christmas morning, Crosby awoke us with enchanting angelic hymns jet-lagged screams at 4:45am.  I repeat, 4:45am!!!?!  Ho ho how?  Why?  Thank sweet little baby Jesus in the manger that Santa brought me a Nespresso for Christmas.  Because almond milk lattes are the true meaning of Christmas.  With a one-year-old.


IMG_5791 IMG_5792 IMG_5794 Crosby’s signature cheese face that I want to have tattooed on my hand.

IMG_5795 Cheese face hangover.  And guys?  Please note that it is still PITCH BLACK outside.  Because 5am.

IMG_5797 This was Crosby’s face when he caught his first glimpse of his new play kitchen!  That he never even knew he wanted!

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IMG_5801almost there…

IMG_5803Stoked.  Him, not me.  Ok, both of us.  And Gus.

IMG_5807 IMG_5808And what Christmas is complete without the Christmas Vacation moose mugs!?  “It’s good.  It’s good.”  PS I LIVED in these pajamas for approximately two weeks. They are so comfy, cozy.  Highly recommend.

Ok so!  Onto New Year’s Eve!  We planned a little shindig at our place with a few friends, buuut… we had to unexpectedly cancel it a few hours before everyone showed up because Crosby woke up from his nap that afternoon with a big ol fever.  Poor little dude.  And then poor me, who caught his bug a couple of days later.  Question: Parents of the world, is there any way to avoid getting whatever sickness your kid has?  If anyone has any pointers, please send them to me via UPS with a side of throat lozenges.  Thanks a mill.  We’re finally both on the mend after a doozy of a few days.  And I’m officially declaring us DONE with being sick for the rest of 2016.  Do you hear me, Carson Daly?!  NO MORE SICKNESSES FOR THE THOMPSONS.  It’s hard enough we have to deal with your bullshit on the Voice night after night.  (am I right or am I right?)

Welp, that about does it for us at Camp Kleenex.  I hope you’re all having a magical and snot-free start to your 2016.

And hey, thanks for reading.

 


my first mudder’s day.

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My first Mother’s Day is in the books!  Except that it’s not actually in any books because I am terrible at documenting things in journals or baby books.  Does this blog count?  As the worst baby book ever?  Anyhoo, Mother’s Day numero uno is down the hatch.  I mentioned in my last post that my mom is here from MN for the week and so I got to spend the day with both her and my little family.  She and I haven’t been able to spend Mother’s Day together for a long long time, at least since before Casey and I moved away from MN 5 years ago, and so to spend my very first one with her was pretty great.  I feel like since I’m an actual participant of the holiday this year, the whole day seemed to carry a new significance and weight.  But like, happy weight.  Not like, too many burritos weight.  Somehow, being on the other side of the Mother’s Day equation this year made me appreciate the special women in my life even more than before.  And appreciate that I have this day to feel appreciated as a woman and a mother.  Are you guys still reading this or have your eyes rolled out of your face?

So anyways, the point of all this is that my day was lovely.  Casey got up with Crosby at 6am so that I could sleep in until a luxurious 7am.  DREAM BIG.  Which honestly was amazing, especially considering we had both been up late the night before celebrating at our friends’ wedding.  (“Celebrating” is code for drinking too many old fashioned’s and dancing my ballz off on the dance floor to the point where my feet huuuurt the next morning. Hashtag this is 30.)  So that extra hour of sleep did wonders for my fuzzy soul that morning.  Once I woke up I was greeted with some hot coffee and slobbery kisses by my little baby guy, followed by cards and sweet gifts and more coffee.  Then we all went to breakfast at the same place that Casey and I went for Mother’s Day last year.  I smell a tradition!  It’s crazy to read back on that post and think about how much has changed since then.  Like the thickness of my hair.  And thinking 7am is sleeping in.

Later that day my mom and I ran a few baby-free errands, which may seem like a boring activity to some, but in actuality is akin to taking a small vacation.  Walking through Target with free hands is a luxury, my friends.  Leisurely browsing sandals and stopping to very carefully select the best ziplocs is the stuff mom dreams are made of.  Or something.  My sweet mama also bought me a few plants for our porch that I have really high hopes for.  I’m going to go ahead and give them an expected life span of the whole entire summer.  You hear me plant gods?  They will survive!  Or at the very least, they will NOT fall of the edge of the porch and go unnoticed for 2 weeks, like some petunias I know.

Then that evening we rented a movie and ate snacks and it was a perfectly lovely ending to a perfectly lovely day.  Except I don’t know if I would recommend Cake as an appropriate film to watch on Mother’s Day.  Take my word for it.  The storyline will make you want to grow a human kangaroo pouch and shove your kid inside and never let them leave.  But I do give Jennifer Aniston’s performance in it a solid A-.  Team Jen for life, is my perspective on things.

And that’s the story of my very first Mother’s Day!  It was good.  Thanks to my family, and especially to my little baby boy who will always be the one who made me a mama.  I love you, Crosby.

I hope you all had a lovely day celebrating the great women in your life.  Or at the very least, drinking some really good coffee and buying ziplocs.

More pics from our day, if you please!

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a wednesday brain dump.

Processed with VSCOcam with f2 presetYou know when you’re grocery shopping with your baby in a front-facing carrier and you lean over to grab a package of refrigerated tortillas and then your baby vomits directly into the cold case?  Yah, me either.  (::side-eye::)

So hey, how is everyone doing?  It’s Wednesday.  So… there’s that.

We’re off to a great start aren’t we?  I apologize.  My brain is not really firing on all cylinders.  It’s just so full of things lately that I feel like it may or may not explode.  Work things (I’m doing some part-time writing work. Ye$!!), fun things (my mama is flying in today! and Mother’s Day is coming up, and we’re taking trip to San Francisco next week!) and then also just everyday things (laundry and vacuuming and diapers! and dog walks and both the post office AND UPS, because I must have accidentally budged in front of an elderly person at some point in the past and attracted some really bad waiting-in-line karma.)  Believe it or not, I am not actually complaining about any of this.  I swearsies.  I’m just working it out on paper (screen?)… and I think I’m inadvertently using this blog post as my to-do list for later today.  And in that case, buy coffee creamer and parchment paper.

Circling back to that San Francisco trip I mentioned, next week is Casey and my 5 year wedding anniversary.  I know what you’re thinking, how could I possibly be married for 5 years?  I don’t look a day over 21!  Right? ……?…..?…. Alas, I am not the spritely young buck I once was. I am now a married-for-five-years-has-a-kid-found-a-gray-eyelash-a-few-weeks-ago-still-scarred-by-it-30-year-old.  And anyways!  The point of this is that we’ve been married for 5 years and want to celebrate that so we’re taking a trip to SF/Napa, just me and my bae (<— gross. I won’t attempt that again, promise.).  We’re SUPER excited but I’m also internally freaking out over leaving Crosby for 3 nights.  We planned this trip a few months ago and I thought that by now I’d be “ready” and “okay” with leaving him for a few days, but you know what?  It’s going to be hard.  I’m used to being with that little poop factory all day, every day.  My mom is going to be here to watch him so I know he’ll be juuuust fine.  It’s me that I’m worried about.  I’m just really going to miss him.  I guess what I’ll have to do is drown my sorrows in a nice big glass of Pinot.  It’s really the only way I can see myself getting through this.

So anyhoodles, if you have any recommendations for things to do in SF, let me know!  I think we’re going to be touristy for the most part, since it’s Casey’s first trip there.  We’ll probably visit Fisherman’s Wharf and the Ferry Building and maybe rent some bikes and take them across the Golden Gate bridge.  And then we have a couple of winery tastings scheduled in Napa, thanks to a few lovely friends who are members at fancy pantsy wineries.  (Thanks pals!)   Sidenote: One of the first times we hung out with one of these friends was at a party she was throwing at her condo.  We didn’t know at the time that she was such a wine connoisseur (totally had to look up how to spell that word.) and so the expression on her face when I told her that the wine I’d brought to her party was bought at the Rite Aid below my apartment, was priceless.  I mean, I’d bought the most expensive bottle they had!  $14.99!  Good times.  Anyhoo!  Wine!  We’re gonna drink some!

Welp, the baby just woke up, so that’s about all I’ve got for you today.  Have a great Wednesday, homies!

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december stuff.

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Hi friends!  Happy holidays!  Or, can I even say that anymore now that Christmas is over?  (Waa!)  Maybe I should say… Happy awkward time in between Christmas and New Year’s when you’re still sort of in vacation mode but still have to be productive at work and you’re so distracted by how extra tight your pants are after all those holiday feasts but you might as well keep on eating like a hippo until after New Year’s Eve when you will be starting your new workout/diet regime and will no doubt look fantastic in no time!  Or something like that?  Anyways, I hope your Christmas was merry and you got everything you ever hoped for etc etc.

Now can we talk about my Christmas for a second?  This is my blog, after all.  And actually, let me back up.  Let’s talk about my December, since I haven’t posted anything in over a month.  Consider that your Christmas present from me!  Wink wink.

December went by so fast I can’t even handle.  We spent the first half of the month doing Christmasy things around Portland.  Since it was Crosby’s first Christmas, (Crosmas!!  <—- I just thought of that now!  What a waste of a perfectly good hashtag.) we wanted to make sure to be as holly and jolly as possible before skipping town to head to Minnesota for two weeks.  Yes that’s right, we took a two-week vacation (?) to MN for the holidays.  It was SO much fun to be with family and to introduce the little dude to some of our favorite people who hadn’t met him yet.  Including both Casey and my siblings.  That’s by far one of the hardest parts of living far away from family… our siblings, grandparents, good friends didn’t get to meet our kid until he’s almost 4 months old.  That’s a lot of dirty diapers old.  So anyways, it was amazing to be together with everyone for the holidays.  However… in hindsight, what the hell were we thinking taking a two-week trip with a refluxy 3 1/2 month old?  Seriously.  He was a trooper through it all but we definitely had some tough moments.  Including every moment between the hours of 9pm and 9am.  Yeesh.  Thank gawd for our families who were so understanding and constantly offered help (though I didn’t always take it…).

Sidebar.  Here’s the thing with fussy babies, and mine specifically… as much as I want a break sometimes, it is really hard for me to accept help.  I’ll admit it.  I so appreciate when people are willing (and eager!) to take him off my hands for a bit when he’s crying but I rarely accept their offer.  Why?  Because it’s completely impossible for me to relax if I know he’s upset and someone else is trying to soothe him.  And I’m just sitting there, doing nothing.  You know?  I guess it’s because I feel like Casey or I should be the ones to calm him.  Or maybe that we’re the only ones who actually CAN calm him.  Even though that’s not even true.  Maybe we could do it faster, but any one of our lovely family members would be able to get him to chill out eventually.  So why can’t I take the help?  I don’t know.  Any other parents of fussy babies know the feeling?  Or am I just crazy?  Don’t answer that.

Anyways!  Back to our Crosmas trip to MN.  We flew out super early in the morning, and I was basically having an anxiety attack thinking Crosby was going to have a meltdown on the plane.  He did not.  He slept for most of the flight and only squawked a couple of times once he woke up.  Little angel.  And thankfully there were about 10 other families with babies on the plane too.  We were in good company.  I told Casey after we got off the plane that I felt like I needed to go around and high-five all the other parents because holy shit is that stressful.  And speaking of which, have you guys seen this story about the parents who handed out goodie bags to people on their flight?  What do you think?  Good idea or no?  I personally wouldn’t do it.  Babies be babies.  And really… if a baby screams in your ears for three hours are you really going to be less annoyed if you were given a box of Junior Mints from a stranger?  Probs not.  I think just common courtesy and politeness, both to and from and the parents, is the best approach when flying with a baby.  Also vodka.

Ok, tangents over.  Back to our trip.

A good chunk of our time in MN was spent driving.  Which was interesting, given that Crosby hates to be in the car.  But man he was a trooper.  We drove from Minneapolis to Rosemount to Brooklyn Park to Big Lake to Alexandria to Kensington to Minneota to Ghent back to Alexandria and then back again to Ghent and then finally took our last 3 hour drive to Minneapolis to fly out. That flight back to Portland started out a little rocky.  Crosby screamed for approximately 15 minutes before we even took off.  I was gushing sweat as we both tried everything we could to calm him down in the tiny shoebox of personal space we had.  Plane seats have never seemed so small as they did during those 15 minutes.  And I’m pretty sure everyone in the 3 surrounding rows saw my boobs at one point because I was, frantically as calmly as possible, trying to feed him to get him to calm down.  LOTS of boobs flying about.  He eventually passed out, and stayed asleep the rest of the flight.  Ahh memories….

On that note.  A short photo diary of our month…

shawnnathompson_christmasstuff_4Even though we knew we’d be gone for half December, we still went and cut down a tree.  It’s probably my favorite holiday tradition that Casey and I started when we moved to Portland and I was not going to let Crosby miss out on his first tree cutting experience.  #hesleptthewholetime.

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IMG_3683We also too him to see the Zoo Lights at the Portland Zoo.  Again, slept through the majority of it.  And in case you’re curious, that’s a rain guard on his stroller.  It’s not like we keep him in a bubble for no reason or anything…. :: side-eye::

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IMG_3673Then we took him to see Santa!  Everyone loves Santa!

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Onto our trip to MN!
shawnnathompson_christmas_4I mean, if that isn’t the most kissable face you’ve ever seen…. Crosby looks pretty cute too. Heh. Heh.shawnnathompson_christmas_5

shawnnathompson_christmas_sixCrosby and Rudy.  Total BFFs.

shawnnathompson_christmas_3Girl cousins!

IMG_3808And boy cousins!  Also, please note the zubaz in the lower left corner of this picture.  No, that’s not me.  It’s my brother.  I’m way classier than zubaz.

shawnnathompson_christmas_1Oh wait.shawnnathompson_christmas_7Two chins are better than one. Is our family motto.

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I would have liked to post about a bajillion other photos but my wordpress/dashboard is giving me a helluva time today.  But, I’m sure there is enough self-indulgence in this post to last you until next time.  Right?

Happy New Year, ya muggles! xo


thank.full.

IMG_8342Today I am thankful for….

  • Grainy iphone selfies with my family. #felfies?
  • My sweet, chubby, serious and curious, baby boy.
  • Good friends, a few of whom will be coming over to celebrate Thanksgiving with us today.
  • My sister-in-law, for her killer cheesecake recipe.
  • My mom, for texting me said cheesecake recipe when I told her I couldn’t find it but really was just too lazy to look very hard.
  • My whole family actually, Casey’s too. We’ve got some good ones.
  • Being a meat-eater again, because last years tofurkey just didn’t hit the spot…. the way a real dead animal does.  <—- Yeesh.  Oh man… having second thoughts…
  • Ok let’s be honest, I’m thankful for all the beige Thanksgiving foods.
  • Coffee. Because coffee.
  • New mom friends, who understand the importance of discussing the color of our baby’s poop.
  • My baby.
  • My bloggity blog readers. High-fives all around.
  • Dry shampoo.
  • Wine. Of all ages and ethnicities.
  • Finally being able to fit into a few of my more forgiving pre-baby jeans.
  • Maternity jeans, because they could actually be rebranded as Thanksgiving pants.
  • The fact that Christmas tree farms open tomorrow.  Yes, we will be first in line.
  • Crosby.
  • Our new car. No, it’s not a minivan. But it does make me feel responsible and mom-ish.  And it does have a steering wheel warmer, which is a game changer for my Nightmare Before Christmas hands.
  • Christmas movies and music, moving into the rotation.
  • My dogs, for still loving me just as much even though I give them about 67% less attention than I used to, pre-baby.
  • My husband, for loving me just as much as much even though I give him about 67% less attention than I used to, pre-baby.
  • My husband for being such a good papa to our baby.
  • Did I mention my baby?

And hey, happy Thanksgiving back!


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

 


and on our 4th anniversary we ate all the food in portland.

IMG_6363Yesterday was Casey and my 4th wedding anniversary and I must say, I think it was our best one yet.  We didn’t do anything crazy or out of the ordinary (unless you consider two stops for dessert out of the ordinary, which we don’t) but it was still just a real great day. It started out with us exchanging cards.  And by that I mean I left a really nice letterpress card by Casey’s bag before I left for my morning walk with the dogs, so that he’d be sure to find it before he left for work… and when I returned from my walk, there was a freshly homemade card waiting for me on the table that included some very artistic drawings of Casey and I (as bears), the dogs, and a tiny bear drawn inside my belly.  That card made me laugh, is what it did.  It’s a framer for sure.

And then I unexpectedly had most of the afternoon off of work – which was so great but what I did with that afternoon off was clean the kitchen, do a load of laundry, read for about 20 minutes and then get some work-type writing done.  Not the most terribly exciting way to spend an afternoon off, but hey.  After all that excitement, the dogs and I were laying in bed waiting for Casey to get home and every 3 minutes or so I’d hear a fly buzz by and every 3.1 minutes or so I’d hear Eddie snap his mouth open and shut, trying to catch that fly.  Which I thought was funny, but really I’d be so grossed out if he actually caught it.  Eddie is also obsessed with the squirrels in our backyard.  Every morning when we let him outside he sprints over to our magnolia tree, climbs halfway up it and waits for squirrels.  And of course Casey and I look at each other and laugh but what the hell would we actually do if he caught a squirrel?  I would freak.the.fack.out.  Can you imagine?

So anyways.  Casey made it home in record time (5:30!) so we had the joy of leisurely making our way to dinner at a fancy Mexican restaurant we’d been wanting to try.  It was a perfect 75 degrees out and we got a coveted spot on the patio and all was well in the world.  Although at one point when we were ordering our meals the waiter interrupted us and pointed at me and say “oh hey, you’re…. congratulations” as he pointed directly south of my neck.  He obviously had caught a glimpse of my baby belly, but it caught me off guard because really only the top half of my stomach was visible above the table and so what I thought he was pointing at was my tator tots.  I thought he was congratulating my boobs.  So he’s standing there pointing at my chestal area and my face turns 50 shades of red and I basically just respond by saying “I’ll have the special”.  And that’s the end of that story.  But the food was great!  And they whipped me up a virgin mojito which made me fee like a girl of 21 again.  So fun. The best part was definitely the company though (awwww).

We followed up dinner by driving to NE Portland to a restaurant that’s known for their bread pudding.  And if you know Casey, you know that bread pudding is his mistress.  We seriously considered ordering the fried pickles along with the bread pudding, because Casey loves anything fried and I love anything edible at this point.  But we refrained and stuck to the dessert which was ridiculous… I can’t really think about it without drooling down my shirt.

After we rolled ourselves out of that joint, I had the brilliant idea of hitting up a bakery we’d been wanting to try because it was still open and we were in the neighborhood and when all the stars align like that, you just have to do it.  So off we went to food stop #3 where we bought a piece of toffee to share and some cinnamon rolls for this morning and like I said.  It was the best anniversary, ever.

anniversary4_3anniversary4_2[ they served our bread pudding with a side of corn bread. which we ate, of course. can’t be rude… ]
anniversary4_4[ And one throwback picture from our wedding because that’s what you do when you blog about anniversaries. ]

Love you times a million, baby daddy.  xx


see ya, christmas!

 

Tis the season for long overdue Christmas posts!

We’ve been back from MN for about a week now and I still can’t quite comprehend that the holidays are over.  What a crock.

Every year on New Year’s Day I want to punch someone in the face because it’s just too depressing not to.  Know what I mean?  There’s so much funness all through November and December and then Jan 1st hits and it’s kaPOW!  Congratulations! You have absolutely nothing to look forward to until the 4th of July!  Ugh, it’s the pits.

But but.  We did have a really great trip to Minnesota, which I’m trying to keep in mind every time I start winding up to Hulk Hogan someone in the head.  Despite the fact that it was -25 below the night we arrived (death), the trip was jam-packed full of family, seafood, presents, Folgers, bowling, and Chevy Chase, of course.  We were lucky enough to be back for a full week and we really tried our darndest to see as many people as possible.  We had 6 Christmas get–together in 7 days.  Mission accomplished, I’d say.  Also, pass the wine.

It’s funny how after so many years of splitting Christmas with the families, we look forward to different things at each place.  Casey’s family, we always “go back” to his Grandma’s where potato sausage and lefse are in abundance and the battle to steal the scratch-offs in the gift exchange will ultimately end the night.  At my mom and stepdad’s, we know we will eat 12 times per day, but always make sure that we save room for popcorn + a movie before we pass out in a food coma on the most comfortable bed in existance.  And at my Dad and stepmom’s, we know there will be some (ahem) competitive game playing, beer and Christmas Vacation.

I now ask you to pull up a chair, grab some popcorn, lefse and beer and check out an onslaught of the Minnesnowta Chrismost.  Here we go, weeeeeee!

famfam[ ^^ these family photos ^^ show our progression throughout the week – we started classy and ended weird.  also, brother ben’s face in the bottom photo… i can’t even…. ]thomps 2thomps 7thomps 4thomps 3thomps 5photo 2 (1)[ baby jeebus granted us a 32 degree Christmas day.  hallelujah! ]gehring 1gehring 2[ mastering the art of photobombing. ]gehring 4gehring 5gehring 6IMG_5358vk 4vk 1vk 5vk 6[ brothers, getting the giggs while playing Quelf.  worst name for the best game. ]vk 8 [ in addition to my abundance of chins,
i also inherited my papa’s love of Christmas Vacation. :) ]

Mele Kalikamaka, my friends.


nato and fam visit portland. and eat fake meat.

Visitors #15, 16, 17 and 18 of the summer/fall visitor brigade came and went this weekend and again we’re left with a couple extra pounds, a messy kitchen and some giant smiles on our faces.  This is becoming a consistent post-visitor status for us: chubby messy smiley syndrome.  But hey, I’m not complaining one little bit because this past weekend brought us Brother Nate, sister-in-law Cindy and nephews Nolan + Harmon.  And it was good.

Between jobs and kids and new homes and you know, life in general, it’s hard for anyone to get away on a vacation.  So it was especially stellar to us that they decided to spend their time (and cash money) to come visit us hippies in Stumptown.  Seeing our city through other people’s eyes is always amusing and these guys were no exception.  Squash beer and vegan stop signs and shirts made out of hemp… this is normal, no?  But they were troopers and were up for trying new things and they even tried fake meat in my lasagna, can you believe?!

Also, did I mention nephews!  Those two little ones have my heart every day of the week.  They are the sweetest, funniest, cutest boys that ever were.  But holy balls, all the LOUD.  Is this a thing?  With kids?  The loudness?  I’m kidding obviously, I know kids are known to be noise-makers but my eardrums are still wincing at any moderate-level sounds today.  Not really but kind of.

There was a trip to the zoo, which resulted in the cutest (fake) bald eagle wings that Nolan then wore strapped to his arms for the remainder of the trip.  There was the Farmer’s Market where we tried cheese and saw where brussel sprouts are born.  There were numerous attempts to parallel parking a minivan in order to hit up 3 (THREE!) ice cream shops.  There was a brewery tasting and a stop at a local bar where a children’s band played bluesy kid’s songs while us big kids drank beer.  There was also a trip to Blue Star donuts where we talked about how overrated Voodoo was and then Nolan inhaled a blueberry bourbon donut.  That kid is cool.  There was a trip to a Thai restaurant where the boys colored and the adults feasted on delicious noodles and we talked about how alcohol doesn’t cure hot pepper-mouth, as I once thought it did.  There was also a bonfire and s’mores and some good chats about life and kids and of course there was the occasional Christmas Vacation reference.

What I’m trying to say is it was a really good weekend.  And I miss them.  You will too once you see these monkeys… pic1budsmybuddyIMG_0537IMG_0530IMG_0534IMG_0523munchkinsfly[ these wings were a hit.  i’m thinking of asking N. to borrow them for halloween.  although somehow I think a grown lady wearing a bald eagle on her arms won’t have the same effect… ]cutefam[ i mean seriously… ] loves[ 20 years ago his dad was giving me those exact same bunny ears. ] IMG_0491[ gus on cleanup duty ]baconIMG_0613IMG_0598IMG_0592 familydonutsIMG_0628[ And on the 8th day, God created nephews for me to kiss. ]

You guys!  We loved having you and miss you so much already.  Especially Gus, he’s going through ankle-biting withdrawals.  Promise you’ll come back soon?  I have a recipe for field mouse hotdish that has your names all over it.