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happy third birthday, sweet boy.

Happy third birthday, my sweet little boy.

I can’t believe we’re already celebrating one more year of your beautiful life. Looking back on the last year, I truly cannot believe how much you’ve changed. You’re like, a real person now! A silly, stubborn, curious, bold, and oh so very loveable person. A person that I can have conversations with and go on adventures with. A person that makes me laugh so hard without even trying. A person that I grow more in love with every single day.

The past year has been full of adventures for our family. Big adventures…. a new sister, saying goodbye to Portland and all your friends, moving, moving again, and then again. And you’ve handled everything like a champ, just rolling with the punches. You’ve amazed me, kid. To be honest, it’s been a tough year for me with all the changes that we’ve faced. But through it all, you have been the one thing that has kept me grounded. You have been my place of comfort amidst a whole lot of chaos. You have reminded me that no matter where we are in this world, in this life, that our family is my home. And I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.

This past year has also been full of dinosaurs. My god, you love dinosaurs. And animals. And going to the park. And the zoo. And mac and cheese and “special treats”. You love dancing. And playing t-ball in our backyard. You absolutely love reading stories. You love bath time. And swimming. And going for walks. You love watching shows and movies. And the popcorn that goes along with them. (You got that from me, kid. You’re welcome.) You love that you’ve learned to stand up when you pee. (I wish you loved aiming too.) And your stuffed animals. You love bubbles. You love spending time with our families. And meeting new people. (They’re so lucky.)

You completely adore your papa. You have mixed feelings about your sister, but you sure do love making her laugh. And for whatever crazy reason… you seem to love me a whole dang lot. I can’t even tell how much I love you back.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again a million times, I’m so lucky to be your mama. Happy birthday, my guy.

 

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birthday letter year 2


feeding your baby.

crosbyeatsHello my loves! I’ve been MIA for so long… I know!  And I’m working on a blog post that chronicles the adventures we’ve been on the past few weeks…  but before that, real quick, I wanted to put together a post about something that’s been on my mind.

This week is World Breastfeeding Week.  Which is a week and cause that I applaud, respect, and support more than anything.  I was a 100% breastfeeding mama for almost 8 months of Crosby’s life.  I worked really hard for it.  I cried, laughed, scheduled, bled, pumped, smiled, hurt, cursed, and adored breastfeeding.  I loved it and I hated it.  And I did it for as long as my body would allow me to.  Which was approximately 7  months and 20 days, at which point, my milk peaced out.  For no other reason than my body was just done producing milk.  We’d had a relatively tough time with BF from the get go, and at the end Crosby preferred bottles more than my tator tots/I wasn’t responding to pumping as well/I struggled a lot with it blah blah blah.  The bottom line is, I did it for as long I could.  At which point we started supplementing with formula, and eventually moved on to formula only.  Which was an emotionally tough transition, for me.  I definitely had moments when I felt like I was failing Crosby by not being able to give him what he needed.  But you know what I came to realize?  Crosby is happy and healthy.  And I have formula to thank for that.

So yah… breastfeeding is amazing, but I guess formula is pretty cool, too.

Listen though, loud and clear.  I am so supportive and encouraging of anyone and everyone that can breastfeed.  But everyone’s journey with it is different.  I did it for 7.7825 months, or whatever.  Some women do it for 2 months, some women 5 years, some women… never.  And you know what?  It’s all ok.  We should all be proud of what we do for our babies.

I think the thing that struck me the most this week, World Breastfeeding Week, beyond the pride for my fellow BF mamas who give so much of themselves for their littles, is that we formula-feeding mamas deserve some loving too.  Not any more or any less, but we do deserve the same amount of support and love.

So this post goes out to ALL the mamas, breastfeeding, formula-feeding, whatever!  We are all doing the best we can for our little people.  We all deserve the recognition for what it takes to raise a tiny human.  So great job, ladies, gentleman, boobies, and bottles.  You’re all rockstars.

 

 


babymoon trip or whatever you want to call it.

shawnnathompson_babymoon_21Two weekends ago, we went on our babymoon.  It sort of makes me cringe to say that, because I think it’s a ridiculously stupid word.  Babymoon. Like I picture babies showing their butts and stuff whenever I hear it. But you know what?  A vacation is a vacation and I’ll take it and call it whatever the pregnancy god’s tell me to.  Baby butt vacation, sign me up.

We decided a looong time ago that we wanted to take a little getaway before Tiny Thomps arrived.  We started a little vacation fund basically the day after we found out we were pregnant.  Casey and I don’t go on many trips alone together.  Actually, the last one we took alone was our honeymoon OVER FOUR YEARS AGO.  (Apparently we only take trips with the word “moon” in them.  Read into it what you will.)  I mean, we’ve definitely gone places since then… to see family, to visit friends… it’s not like we never get away.  We just rarely get away just the two of us.  Since we’ve had a crazy busy summer, August was the earliest we could make it work.  And since August is right before September, and I’m due to birth a child in September, we didn’t think we should really travel very far.  Nobody wants to deliver a baby on a plane.  Or on the side of the road.  So we stayed somewhat close-ish to home and went to Sisters, OR for a long weekend getaway.  If you’ve ever been, you know how sweet and quaint and lovely it is.  We stayed at an amazing lodge right on the edge of town that had a movie house, brewery and spa on site.  So go ahead and feel a little jealous of us, we won’t mind.

shawnnathompson_babymoon_2shawnnathompson_babymoon_16 shawnnathompson_babymoon_4shawnnathompson_babymoon_20shawnnathompson_babymoon_7 shawnnathompson_babymoon_12You guys!  I got to ride a bike!  And when I say bike, I mean an adult-sized trike that was really only meant for the lodge staff to haul stuff around the grounds, but of course they let my charming pregnant ass borrow it.  I can’t quite put into words how excited I was to go on a bike ride, especially since I haven’t hopped on one since before I was pregnant for fear of falling off. (It’s happened before.)  I don’t really like to imagine what I must have looked like riding this thing but I loved every second of it.
shawnnathompson_babymoon_13shawnnathompson_babymoon_14shawnnathompson_babymoon_5shawnnathompson_babymoon_15shawnnathompson_babymoon_17shawnnathompson_babymoon_6shawnnathompson_babymoon_3We went on a little hike one morning, which lasted all of 1/2 of a mile before I panicked about going into labor in the middle of the woods and turned around.  I was then followed down the trail by a large-sized squirrel, who I can only assume saw me and figured I had massive quantities of food to share with him.  shawnnathompson_babymoon_1shawnnathompson_babymoon_9We treated ourselves to a couples massage – which was Casey’s first massage ever, which also must be documented.  Can’t you just feel his excitement?!  Also, please excuse my naked face. I didn’t wear makeup all weekend long – per Casey’s orders.  He actually like, insisted on it.  I still don’t get it but I love him for it. 
shawnnathompson_babymoon_10Another first… sorta.  This was Casey’s first hamburger in over 2 years, since we stopped eating meat.  Kind of a big deal.  He didn’t f*ck around either – this beast had bacon and gorgonzola cheese sauce and a whole pile of onions.  Cue the meat sweats.
shawnnathompson_babymoon_11shawnnathompson_babymoon_8shawnnathompson_babymoon_19We listened to some great live music at dinner on our last night.  Though I must say that the singer had somewhat of an… ugly singing face.  You know what I’m talking about?  Lots of singers have it.  Dave Matthews has it.  Jessica Simpson has it.  It’s as if their face is physically rejecting the music out of their body.  It’s really distracting and it makes me uncomfortable.  I have such problems.shawnnathompson_babymoon_18The thing of it is, it’s so easy to lose track of what it means to be a husband/wife in everyday life.  Things get busy and you fall into a routine and then you naturally take on these other roles that sometimes distract you from being couple… instead we become the dog walker, the cook, the bill payer, the errand runner, etc.  And we know that once the baby is here, it’ll be even harder to prioritize “us”.  So we truly appreciated and made the most of having this time alone to just be together with no distractions, no dogs, no yard work or meals to worry about.  It really was a great baby butt vacation. 

So. We’ve officially crossed the last of our big summer plans off our list!  Next up, childbirth.  No biggie.


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


an ode to gus, the two-year-old pig.

(disclaimer: i talk about my dogs a lot.  so sue me)

HI GUYS.

How are you and how are things?

Life has been busy up in Thompson-land lately.  Per usual.  In the past few weeks I’ve quit (yet another) job in my never-ending quest to find career euphoria, we’ve committed ourselves to far too many house update projects and most importantly, we celebrated our little Gus’s 2nd birthday.  Our first child is now 2.  Or 14, if we’re being dog technical about it.  Which is crazytown considering we got that little monster when he was a wee 8-week-old.  It’s true what they say ya know, where does the time go?  …single tear emoticon.

Lately I’ve been wondering if the way we’ve raised Gus is a sign of the way we’ll raise kids… Calm down parents, this is merely an observation.  But I do think about it.  As much as we’ve (tried to) train that little pup, he still barks incessantly at any dog/person we come across on our walks.  Does that mean our kids will throw tantrums in public?  And he freaking hates to take a bath or have his teeth brushed.  Does that mean our kids will be dirtballs?  He still tries to eat literally every single thing he comes in contact with (hence the nickname “piggy”).  Does that mean our kids will be fatties?  (I’d love them no matter their squishiness)  And he absolutely loves to demolish our underwear.  Hopefully there’s no human equivalent to that…

But he’s also the sweetest little cuddler.  And he loves to give us kisses.  And he always always wants to keep us in his sight, never wandering too far or straying off on his own.  He loves his parents.  So those are good signs right?  So even if we have chubby, dirty, tantrum-throwing kids, we can be sure that they’ll be sweet and affectionate and love us unconditionally.  That’s the important stuff right?

On that note – please oogle over our little birthday boy.  He accepts gifts in the form of dental chews, dirty underwear and extra-crunchy carrots. IMG_0840[ that chin roll….. is everything ]IMG_0850 IMG_0853 pup kiss

Happy Birthday little piggy.  If you had opposable thumbs and could read blogs, I’m sure you’d think this post was the coolest.

 


weekend recap: from montana, with love.

And we’re back!  Nice to see you.  Although I can’t believe the weekend is over and it’s Monday, again. Must it happen every week?

So we were in Montana for a wedding this weekend, which was so much fun. The ceremony was beautiful, the company was top-notch and lierally all the fun was had. Great Falls itself wasn’t exactly as I had pictured though. In my head it was all mountains and rivers and wildlife… and Jake Gyllenhaal in a flannel, drinking a Coors Lite at the local watering hole. In reality, it was very middle-America looking, the wildlife consisted of flies and squirrels and there were no mountains in sight. And as far as Jake G…. well, there were men, and there was Coors Lite, and that’s where the similarities end. Good thing I had my husband there as a back-up.

Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t bad. Not at all. It just wasn’t what I was expecting. And in fact I felt happy there because it actually took me back about 10 years to my midwest roots. We went to Dairy Queen for the first time in years, I heard the Cranberries playing on the radio (twice) and beers were $2.50 at The Max, our bar du’jour for the weekend. Which I believe makes me Kelly Kapowski. (Just go with it.) And in case you didn’t hear me the first time, $2.50 beers! …the heck?

On Saturday we took a little trolley ride with our friends Teddy & Eileen so we could experience some of the Great Falls majesty.  Take a look if you’d like….IMG_0228IMG_0242IMG_0255IMG_0235 IMG_0234IMG_0254

And then we headed to a quaint little venue for the beautiful wedding.  And we got to laugh and dance and drink all night with some pretty great people. It’s hard to believe we only met these guys last summer…

IMG_4366 montanawut  IMG_4374 porkweddingOn that note, congrats Davenpork’s! We love ya. And CHEERS to the first set of married friends we now have in Portland!! We should probably start a game night and have a conversation about filing jointly on your taxes, cuz that’s what we married folks do.

(thanks Eileen for some of the photos.  and also for the “floss” :)


three.

Today is Casey and my third anniversary.  And instead of spending it together celebrating, I’m at work.  Watching someone pound the crap out of a giant piñata.  Literally.

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Ok, so technically the piñata beating happened earlier today but it did happen.  And I have since eaten 2 tootsie rolls, 3 Dum Dums, 1 jawbreaker and 4 butterscotches.  Apparently it’s 1991.

Anyways!  As I was saying, Casey and I have been married for three years, today.  I knew that I’d have to work late tonight, so we celebrated last night by going out on a smokin’ hot date.  And by smokin’ hot – I mean that the only seats available at the restaurant were along the counter bar of the open-air kitchen, where there was the most intense wood burning stove that would occasionally shoot out burning hot sparks onto the unfazed chefs.  Literally the sparks would land in their hair and on their beefy shoulders and they wouldn’t bat an eye.   Anyways, despite the tropical temperatures, I couldn’t have been happier to celebrate three years with the cutest boy I know.  I mean, just look at him.

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On one hand I can’t believe it’s already been three years since we tied the knot at that place with all the wine.  On the other hand, I think of everything that we’ve done and seen and MOVED over the last three years and it feels like a lifetime.

Regardless, there’s no one in the world I’d rather be experiencing this with than you Caseface – you are the love of my life.  After 3 years of marriage, 6 months of engagement and 4 years of dating, I still cannot believe my luck that I landed you.  I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – I love you more than I love when I see a waiter bringing me my food.  And that’s a lot.

I love you so much that I’m bringing you home a butterscotch.  Maybe even two.

I hope Gus is giving you extra kisses tonight in my absence.  I’ll see you boys later. xo Wife


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.