Heidi-ho, good neighbors! Happy last day of March, can you believe? I’m loving every second of this beautiful spring we’re having. Like the rest of humanity, my Instagram feed is bursting with photos of cherry blossoms and tulips and magnolia trees and it really hasn’t gotten old yet. There’s something about the first blooms of the season, don’t you think? They do things for the soul. We have a big beautiful magnolia tree in our backyard that just bloomed, which is super exciting because it only blooms 1.5 times a year. One full bloom in the spring and then another half-bloom during the middle of the summer. It’s the weirdest thing, the half-bloom… it’s usually sometime around July-ish and we’ll look outside and be like, hey! the magnolia tree is blooming again! and then two days later the flowers are closed up like, eff this it’s too hot we’ll see ya next spring. And that’s the end of that. But anyways, the full bloom happened about two weeks ago and it was So Beautiful! But the thing of it is, the flowers only last a week or two at the very very most, and then all the petals fall and our backyard looks like cotton candy. Which is lovely and magical for a day or two until everything turns into mushy brown withered flower petal piles that strategically hide dog poop. (Now would be a good time to insert a pink flower emoji next to the smiling pile of poop.) It’s just a whole lot of anticipation and then a whole lot of mess for only one week of beauty, you know what I’m saying? But that one week of beauty is like the unofficial spring opener of the Thompson house and I kinda love it.
Another thing about this time of year? Every beautiful day that brings us closer to summer is another day that my flabs shudder at the thought of putting a bathing suit on. Can I get an amen? …Or is everyone else in rock solid shape? <—- Jerks. I have this internal dilemma about “getting into shape” right now. Especially because it’s proving to be pretty difficult to drop the last few pounds of baby weight, even though I am pseudo-active. (BTW, Pseudo-Active should totally be a band name.) Which means I should probably amp up my workout game. However (and here is where my dilemma comes into play) what if Casey and I decide to have another kid in the not so distant future? Don’t get excited parents, this is a hypothetical situation. But what I’m saying is, is it really worth me busting my ass to get into shape now, only to balloon up again, and then have to go through “getting into shape” all over again? …. (Reading this paragraph back to myself and realizing that I am using the thought of a possible second child as an excuse to not go for a run. Now would be a good time for the emoji with the monkey covering his eyes with his hands. And then maybe throw in the pig snout for good measure.) I should probably just delete this entire paragraph because #embarrassing, but we’re all friends here right? Don’t judge me too hard.
Speaking of working out, has anyone eaten any really good cheese lately? Just curious.
One last thing about the lovely spring weather. It was beautiful last Sunday so Casey, Crosby, puppies and I all went down to a park along the river for a little picnic. We found a nice half sunny/half shaded spot by a tree that we tied the dogs up to while us three humans sat down on our blankets to eat our lunch. And maybe 10 minutes into our rice bowls Casey and I both realized that the ground was super wet and had soaked through our two blankets and subsequently through our jeans so when we stood up, it looked like we’d both peed our pants.
And that’s the end of that story. But here a couple of pictures of the day, if you’d like to see.