omg, shoes!

I frequent Target so much, I can tell if they got a new brand in the shampoo aisle. Last Friday, I was wandering aimlessly and I ran into the shoe section and oh my gosh... it was like Christmas morning! I love new product. Love love love. I get so excited, even if I have no money or intention of purchasing. It's like feeding my soul.

I love to love shoes.

But here's the thing: I don't even wear shoes. I never buy shoes. I own like, 3 pairs of shoes...for real. And the pair of shoes that is frequented the most is a pair of $7 dollar flip flops I bought at Target before I was pregnant with Tristan. I don't own a pair of tennis shoes anymore. Eric and I bought a pack of socks for me at Costco, like...a year ago? and I just opened the package...I treat my shoes like I treat my shampoo, I wear them until there's just no sole left in them (no pun intended, hehe).

I used to collect Converse' but somehow over the years...they have disappeared and I gave up trying to replace them. It's one of those weird things where you're looking for that pair of shoes, and you're wondering in your head, how the heck you managed to lose shoes? I am amazing. I can lose anything that I'm trying not to lose, but yet I still have an Orientation t-shirt from my freshman year of high school.

It's not that I don't like regular shoes, I just don't like to wear them. I hate putting on socks mostly, but I also hate taking the time to put on my shoes. I just want to slip my shoes on with no hassle. I don't have time to bend over and tie my shoe.

So you can imagine my excitement when practically the entire new shoe collection was flats and sandals.  I decided right then and there that since the rest of my body will be growing and miserable this summer...my feet are going to be pampered and happy.

I can't wait to begin my small sandal collection!

Our beggar child

Here in the Thompson Household, we have developed a problem. At first, it was comical and then it started getting a little annoying, and now I full on want to hide in the bathroom.

My mom used to tell me that when I was a baby, if she tried to take the food off my plate, I would FREAK OUT. This holds to be true to this day-- I absolutely HATE sharing food. Why do I need to give you a bite? Go make your own--or go buy your own, or hey! You already ate yours, why do you deserve one more extra bite? That's how I feel. It's a little bit unreasonable, but I can't help it.

I remember being in middle school and encountering this all the time. But just so you know, I don't think the same rules apply to me. If what you're eating looks delicious and I don't have one of mine, I sure as hell want a bite of what you're eating and I don't see the big deal. Like I said, unreasonable...but I can't help it. I remember being a middle schooler and just feeling like 'Geeze, my mom never gives me enough lunch money' but then I also felt that about my best friends parents too. But it wasn't really true. We were lucky enough to get Subway delivered to our school, and we each got a sandwich every day...AND usually enough cash or lunch money to buy a treat and a soda. But yet, we were all beggars. I learned to avoid the people that I knew were always going to ask me to borrow a dollar. Some kids were really good at getting you to give them the quarter left over from your soda (Soda's only cost 75 cents back then), but mostly the line people used on me at the vending machine was, ' Hey aren't you not even supposed to drink that?!' (Referring to being a Mormon and drinking a caffeinated drink) It didn't work. I would stare at them, roll my eyes and press the button for the beverage of my choice. And just for that, I wouldn't give them my leftover quarter! Anyway, I remember this being a time where I really started to notice how annoyed I got when people would ask me to share my food, or my money that could buy me more food.

I thought I may outgrow this, or maybe I just really liked food and I needed to chill out...but that wasn't the case. I swear to you, cross my heart and hope to die, that the ONE AND ONLY person that I have ever not gotten annoyed with sharing food with- is Eric. When we first met,  I remember him asking me for a bite of my pizza pocket at work... the way he asked me was pretty much hilarious. He was looking at my food like he had never eaten something so delicious and couldn't wait to try it. So I let him have a bite, and afterwards.. I didn't feel upset. This was the real reason on how I knew he was the one. Sometimes he abuses his privileges but don't worry, I put him in his place when he does.

SO, as you can imagine...during my pregnancy with Tristan, I had NO CHOICE but to share ALL of my food with my child. I loved this tiny little thing growing inside of me, and since I really had no other choice, I suffered through it. But I couldn't wait till I could eat my own food and not have to share it with anyone!

I AM STILL WAITING!

My son is the definition of a beggar! and trust me, he gets enough to eat around here.
Things that he has never even eaten, like chocolate chip cookies, or bags of chips, or sodas, or really...ANYTHING...he knows it's food and he will come right up to you and whine a little at first, and then stomp his foot, and then fall down on to his bottom and throw a major tantrum. He mainly does this to me, but he is not afraid to approach a stranger. I honestly don't know what to do. We have tried letting him cry it out, but if you've ever tried to eat a whole meal with a baby having a melt down right in your face..it's really difficult to enjoy your food. At that point, you just want to make it stop so you hand him the most unappealing bite of your food, and all is well again...until he has finished and demands more. I've even tried giving him things I know he will not like.

Has anyone else ever experienced a problem like this?! Suggestions on how to deal are greatly appreciated.

More on Miss Alaina Lyn

Okay, so now I have some more time to update about Miss Alaina Lyn and how she came into the world.

Poor JayC, we tried to get the baby out on time (Early, in fact!) but it just didn't work. Alaina was way too comfy in there, plus she must have known it was kinda cold outside, so she waited till we were closer to better weather. After several days of me pestering JayC with texts and phone calls demanding an update on her contractions and other things that most people don't talk about in every day life, I get a phone call on the house phone (the only people that call our house phone are telemarketers and JayC) at about 9 am. We had all been anxiously awaiting on contractions, because that's what is "supposed" to happen first--although, I think when it comes to labor, someone should write a book 'Whatever you're NOT expecting".

ANYWAY- her water had broken but no contractions had started yet, either way in my book this was a good thing because that meant this baby was coming within 24 hours! However, if I were the one in labor I probably wouldn't have been too excited. I am absolutely terrified of Pitocin. Why would I intentionally want longer,harder contractions-no THANK YOU! By the time she got to my house to drop off Nate, some contractions had started, which was great! So Eric and I waited at the house with Nate and Tristan until she had been admitted and then we were off. Eric still had to go to work, but I took the boys to the hospital. Mike had wanted Nate to be there in the room, but after a few hours of me trying to take care of two "toddlers" (since they are both walking now :]) and attempt to help JayC be comfortable in her labor, it was proving to be a disaster. So Nate got kicked out :( Off to the sitter!

Only a few hours later, Alaina decided she would brave this crazy world and come meet her family. JayC did end up needing some Pitocin, but later we found out that it was only TWO DROPS! Miss Alaina just needed a little nudge :)

We are a proud Aunt & Uncle :)

The next day, the kids got to come meet their new little sister (and yes, Nate got to come back :]) 

Mama & all of her babies! What a cute little family.

Fashionably Late

Alaina Lyn Yeomans

We are so excited to have a new neice! Eric's sister JayC had her 4th baby.

Baby Alaina finally made her debut into the world on Monday, March 14th at 8:04pm.

Weighing in at 8lbs 13 oz, 20.5 inches long.

Tristan and I were able to be there when she was delivered and it was such an amazing experience! 

Although, Tristan was very concerned about his Aunt during her labor, he seems to have forgotten about it completely and is back to being my little destruct-o baby.

Both mommy and baby are healthy and doing great.

(More pictures to come later, in a seperate post)

Tis the Season

So last night, I sent Eric to the store for Broccoli and formula. I usually make the trips to the store, but on this rare occasion I just wasn't feeling up to it.

About half hour later I get a text from Eric that said " Now I know why you didn't want to go to the store". At first, I thought he was sending me a sarcastic text implying that something had gone wrong-- was the gas tank empty? Did he get pulled over? Was there a lot of traffic? Etc etc, various scenarios ran through my head as I waited for him to text me back. (My response was simply 'Why?')

This was his response: "So you wouldn't have to say no to the little girl scout shivering in her green outfit and snow hat and mittens. I feel horrible. If I had cash I would have."

HAHA! First, I had to laugh.

Then, I was secretly glad that I didn't go to the store

And finally, I had to sympathize.
Truly, heartbreaking to say no to those cute little girls.

I vow to buy a box of cookies this week. I promise, I promise. 

How much is that doggy in the window?

Whoever thought it would be a good idea to get 3 dogs must have been an absolutely crazy drunk person. One with no children and full access to a doggy day care.

To back up and update you a little bit-- we've been having some issues with our dogs lately. Ironically enough, when we were living in Seattle, we dreamed of living in a home with a fenced yard so our dogs could run free all day and just basically be the happiest dogs on the planet. Now, we desperately want to live in an apartment again. Our dogs are diggers. There is almost nothing more annoying. Having three dogs and a baby with another on the way and really only one of us being the sole caretaker of all species in this home (that would be me) is TOO MUCH. We have been desperately trying to re-home Griffen with no luck.

Anyways, our dogs had managed to get out of their crate one night while we were sleeping and decided to eat the broken down cardboard boxes and styrofoam that were being stored in the garage, and then use the garage as their own personal toilet. It was LOVELY. We had to wait till the weekend to do anything about it because for the most part it's just me here taking care of things while Eric is at work and for those of you that don't have children (and/or don't remember what it's like to have an almost 1 year old) it's pretty much impossible for me to leave the room without triggering a royal meltdown.

While Eric bravely tackled the garage, I put Tristan in the baby sling and tackled the inside. For those that don't know, I'm somewhat of an Obsessive-Compulsive-Anti-Hoarder. I'm not one of those people that can shove a bunch of junk in a room and sleep well knowing the door is shut. I wish I was, truly. But I get severe anxiety and it keeps me up all night. So knowing that we are that much closer to emptying a few more boxes in the garage is deeply satisfying for me.

Another reason we have been trying to get rid of stuff- aka junk- is to of course, make more room for baby# 2, but also because we've been debating about packing up all of our stuff, closing our eyes and picking a place on the map, and moving there.


We might be crazy. But so be it.

Eric's Baptism

I've decided if I try to write about Eric's baptism, I will fail miserably. So I'm not even going to try. It's going to be like a photo diary today. Enjoy!

Elder Anderton, Eric & Elder Smith

Dad, Connie, & Kendra came! It was great to have family there :)

:)

We went out to celebrate as a family afterwards with some good ole Red Robin fries and shakes.

Super excited.

Impatiently awaiting his fries.

7 Reasons I neglected to blog this week:

The truth is, I'm lazy. But these are some fun excuses to make you think otherwise! Enjoy :)

1. I got an ULTRASOUND! Of my 12 week old fetus. Pretty cute. I didn't get to see Tristan till 20 weeks so I was shocked to see what looks like a baby! I think she (it's a girl, right?*) even waved to me! So cool. The day was topped off with some Noah's Bagels. What could get better? I love a day in Seattle.

* For those that don't know, we refer to the baby as a girl--mainly because it is a girl-- baby Olivia, to be exact. We confirm my suspicions in aproximately 8 weeks. (Think visualization techniques, people...)

2. I felt particularly domestic, and made a batch of cookies. Ate cookie dough till I felt kinda sick so I stopped and baked the rest... Proof Here:

3. Laziness. I have no excuse for not getting my act together and blogging on Wednesday, especially because Tristan and I did a whole lot of nothing that day.


4. I got to spend some ME! time and went out to North Bend to see Robyn and her girls (without Tristan...crazy, I know) so that Robyn could dye my hair. FINALLY! Nothing crazy, it was just time to get my act together and stop walking around looking like a homeless lady.

5. I sat on a hard gymnasium floor for an hour and a half directly (and I mean, DIRECTLY) underneath a HUGE projector screen to watch MegaMind at Noah & Hailey's school for movie night. Cute movie...poor venue. The kids had fun though and there was pizza for a dollar!

6. Had a much needed "Ketchup" date with my dear friend, Kristen. We Thompson's love her. She always comes bearing great food. It's really quite wonderful. She's pretty much amazing. We have nothing to offer that could ever compare to her wonderfulness. We wonder why she is still friends with us!

7. Spent quality time with my husband instead of the computer. Felt bad for neglecting my computer and then made up for it by googling anything and everything for the next 5 hours. Kidding...or am I?

Oh yeah. I married him. 

Ps. This picture was taken when I was in labor with Tristan.

I will let you guess how this ended for Eric :)

-Ashley