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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.

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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.


first camp of the season, yo.

IMG_0008Last weekend Casey and I and our deranged dogs took our first camping trip of the season.  Which may or may not be our only camping trip of the season considering whales pregnant people don’t necessarily enjoy sleeping on the ground.  But I’m hoping we can squeeze at least one more camp in before I reach hippo status.

So we went to Timothy Lake, a place we discovered last summer and love.  It’s the most beautiful of all the camping spots I’ve ever been to.  Last time we were there it was mid-summer and super sunny and busy and all the campground spots were taken so we had to sleep in the middle of the woods one night (seriously).  This year, I was prepared and booked us a lakefront spot months ago.  Although when I made the reservation, I failed to remember that summer in Portland doesn’t really start until July.  So a 60-degree, drizzly June camping trip is what we had.

We got a really late start to our drive out there on Friday night, so when we finally pulled up to our spot at 11pm I was pleasantly surprised that our camping neighbors were still awake… since we still needed to put up our tent and make at least 6-8 s’mores before calling it a night.  HOWEVER.  I was not at all excited that said neighbors then stayed up until 7 in the AM.  7!!!   And they weren’t even that young!  They were probably in their 30’s… and let’s be honest, after the age of 25 anything past 2AM is a death sentence.  But whatever, those 30 year-old dudes stayed up all night talking and laughing and listening to music and generally making me all kinds of annoyed.  And maybe a little jealous?  I used to have the ability, both physically and emotionally, to stay up late.  These days, I get home from work and eat too much ravioli and have to call it a night by 8:30.  Anyways, the point of all this is that they stayed up far too late for camping and kept this fatty and her two doggies awake all night.  We found out the next day that our neighbor situation was actually a bachelor party.  So that’s fun.  For them.  Luckily they called it an early night on Saturday and went to bed at a nice, respectable 3AM.  So, phew.
Whatever, the dreary weather and the bachelor party did not keep us from enjoying ourselves.  We went on a 6 mile hike, we read and played games, we ate fire-pizzas, and we used the crap out of the new hammock (why is it pronounced hammick, and not hamMOCK, like it’s spelled? I don’t like it.) that we got for Christmas from my dad and stepmama.  That thing may become my new bed by the next month of pregnancy.  It’s so freaking comfortable.  Eddie concurs.
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[ please note izze #2 on the ground below me.  like a boss. ]

camping1.jpgcamping4 camping3.jpg[ Just beyond Casey’s shoulder is the campsite of the bachelors.  This photo was probably taken at 3 in the afternoon, and those mofos were still sleeping.  Oh to be YOUNG AGAIN.   Also, this was my camping outfit.  All weekend long.  Socks over leggings is the only way to be taken seriously as a camper, is what I always say.  Or not.  ] camping2.jpg

IMG_0010[ best part of camping?  how freaking exhausted the dogs are after.  it’s the best. ]

Even though it was  wee bit dreary, this camping trip made me so excited for the summer because we do have an entire summer to get through yet.  Whoop!  Although that’s also scary because I’m 6 months pregnant and have a whole summer to get through yet.  Halp me. 


hikes and beds and the dogs who own us.

IMG_1691.jpgWe took advantage of the kick-ass weather this weekend and made the trek out to Saddle Mountain to go on one of our favorite hikes.  We’ve done this hike once before (in the dead of winter, we’re such dummies) but this time was a bajillion times better.  It was nice and sunny, there wasn’t any hail, we had pants on, etc.  It was great.  Except that I must be pregnant or something because I kept getting super winded after about 10 steps.  To give myself some credit, this hike is tough.  It’s a pretty steep trek to the top, so I know it’s difficult for just about anyone.  But I still felt like one of those squishy kids from the movie Heavyweights as I wheezed my way up that damn mountain.

Also worth noting on this hike: I had my very first stranger ask me if I was pregnant.  She was walking past us and said something like, “Good for you for doing this hike when you’re pregnant!”.  I didn’t say anything for a second because I was totally caught off guard which led her to then say “OMG you are pregnant, aren’t you?”.  To be honest, I really didn’t mind that she asked me, but I definitely think it’s PRETTY ballsy when strangers comment on pregnancies.  There are so many unknown factors to consider before you ask someone if they’re expecting.  I myself tend to stay away from commenting on anyone else’s midsection unless I’m certain that they actually are indeed cooking up some cells in their uterus.  Some telltale signs that a woman is pregnant:  she’s wearing a shirt that says “baby on board”, she’s got the maternal hand-on-belly action or subsequent hand-on-lower-back waddle, she TELLS YOU that she’s pregnant, or you know, if she’s crowning.   If it’s not that blatantly obvious, then you should probably just zip it.  Anyways, anyways.  The woman’s comment was sort of a defining moment in my pregnancy.  Strangers can actually tell that I’m pregnant?  Does that mean I can start using the “Expectant Mothers” parking spaces at Home Depot?

Some fotos of the day…

 

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In other weekend news, we attempted to kick the dogs out of our bed for the very first time on Sunday.  They’ve always slept with us but we’ve been talking about transitioning them to a dog bed on the floor for a while now.  Purely because we’re having a kid that will probably be passing out in our bed from time to time, and we think 3 humans + 2 dogs in one bed sounds excessive?  So anyways, this weekend we tried the dog bed.  We tucked both pups in on the floor and then we crawled into our human bed and in less than 2 seconds, Eddie had jumped up to join us.  (Gus is a little too full-figured to jump up on the bed on his own so he just sat at the foot of the bed giving us puppy dog eyes.)  We brought them both back to their dog bed, and 2 seconds later, Eddie had jumped back up on our bed.  This happened about 10 more times over the course of 5 minutes and each time we’d bring them back to bed and they’d sit there and give us these looks like they were auditioning for a Sarah McLachlan animal cruelty commercial.  I’m fairly certain “Arms of an Angel” was playing somewhere in the distance… And so we caved.  We’re such weenies.  Ugh.  We failed, they won.  They continue to own 95% of our bed.  The kid won’t mind sharing, right?  I heard infants are pretty small anyways.

I mean… just look at these poor tortured souls.  They clearly need a king-sized pillow-top mattress in order to survive.

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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.

 


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.