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willa is two!

We celebrated Willa’s second (!!!!!!) birthday a couple of weekends ago.  I won’t get into the can-you-believe-it-ness that she’s two because I feel like every parent says that same thing on every birthday of their kids.  It’s such a cliché thing but we all do it.  It’s written in the parent code.  Right before the clause about stepping on legos and right after the subsection about wiping your kid’s snot on your sleeve when you don’t have a tissue.

Speaking of snot!  JK there’s no cute way to transition back to Willa’s birthday.  She turned 2!  We had a party!  It was super duper fun!

We invited some family over for a little brunch celebration.  The kids painted bear masks and we stuffed our faces with food (including the everything bagel breakfast bake from Chrissy Teigen’s new cookbook which is so good but I’m pretty sure I’m still digesting it because it’s so extra).  Willa was so sweet the whole day and I just kept imagining her with a thought bubble over her head that said “I’m so excited but I have no idea why!!”

Which is another thing that’s in the parent code… throwing parties for your kids before the age when they’ll actually understand or remember it.  Listen, before I had kids, I was always like… why would anyone throw a party for a baby or take a toddler to Disneyland or a nice dinner that they’re not even going to remember TAKE ME INSTEAD.  But once I had kids, I got it.  It’s not necessarily about if they completely understand or will remember it or not, it’s more about them feeling joy in a moment.  And then as a parent, being able to witness that joy.  To see their faces light up and you can almost physically feel their excitement…. I basically black out with happiness.  It’s the freaking best.

That said…. Crosby + Willa, don’t expect a birthday party EVERY year.  Everything in moderation.  Is what the parent code says. I don’t make the rules.

I realize now that the strawberry sauce on the cake is a bit…. creepy.  Werps.
I feel this on a deep level.

Uncle Ben won the day with this unbelievably sweet dollhouse that he made with his own two man hands.  UB, any other gift you give Willa for the rest of her life is gonna suck.  Unless it’s a life-size version of this house. You did this to yourself.
Also, thank you for the greatest gift ever you da best spergy an merbles.
Happy Birthday, sweet Bill.  I will always love you, and leave you wild.

¡Crosby’s birthday fiesta!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


IMG_5372lolz. real lyfe. 

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

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

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

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