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kids lately… + family photos!

Oh hi, it’s me.  Just casually sharing Willa’s newborn pictures from almost 4 months ago.  Oops.  I’d like to blame the busyness of moving but I’d also like to give the appropriate amount of credit to: lazy.

Anyways. I’ve been considering this blog more and more lately like a diary of sorts.  One that I’d like to be able to look back on when I’m old and gray (next week) and that I’d like my little kiddos to be able to read someday.  So I thought I’d start a series in which I give little updates on said kiddos, so that we can have some documented memories of their little personalities.

So let’s just jump right in with the lady of the hour…

My sweet Willa will be 4 months old tomorrow.  On the one hand I’m floored that she’s already that old.  On the other hand I think of the day she was born and it feels like it was approximately 17 years ago (though my mom bod would disagree).  It feels like she’s been here for SO long, yet she’s still so new and tiny.  I don’t know how to explain this feeling other than it’s heartbreaking, but in a good way?  I’ve said this before, but she is the very sweetest soul I’ve ever known.  Again, something I can’t really explain but I feel it every time I look at her.  She’s completely wonderful.

But let’s be honest, she’s a baby… so she definitely has her moments.  Overall, I would describe her temperament as “average”.  Ha.  She’s not a particularly difficult baby but I wouldn’t exactly call her an easy baby either.  She’s a pretty happy girl overall… but she can get upset fairly quickly, especially during the witching hour.  She’s the QUEEN of witching hour.  (It’s no coincidence that the witching hour and happy hour coincide, am I right? )

She’s a mama’s girl, which I not-so-secretly love.  If someone else is holding her and she sees me, she starts wiggling and whining for me.  She absolutely loves to be held and does her best napping when I’m wearing her in the wrap.  She has the squeakiest, most high-pitched shout/cry/whine… it’s actually so adorable.  We call her Squirrel because of it, which Crosby pronounces “circle”.

She has a love/hate relationship with most things… eating, baths, pacifiers, swaddling.  We can’t ever seem to really figure out what her thing is.  Or isn’t.  One thing is for sure, she loves to get her diaper changed.  So I guess that’s her thing.  Atta babe.

Every morning when she wakes up she gives us the biggest, widest smiles that make me want to gnaw her face off.  She has these beautiful long fingers and delicate little wrists… I find myself staring at them, wondering what kinds of things she’ll do with them, maybe she’ll be a piano player, or a guitarist… or maybe a pickpocket.  Dream big little one!

Her little personality is showing itself every single day and I can’t get enough.  I’m so so so proud to be her mama.

And then there’s my first-born.  My sweet little Crosby guy.  Oh, but if you call him a “guy”, he’ll shout at you “I’m not a GUY I’M CWOBBY!”  He’ll be 2 1/2 in a week.  And he’s good at it.  I like to describe 2 as the best and the worst age yet. And before you judge me… let me explain.  It is the absolute best because he’s talking so much and saying the silliest things.  He loves going on adventures and get’s so excited to just experience life.  He’s so giving of his love and affection.  He’s kinda the best.  BUT, being 2 comes with great responsibility… to act like a psycho.  His tantrums are epic.  He often can’t be reasoned with whatsoever.   And I often liken our interactions to negotiating with a terrorist.  However, there is very little that can’t be fixed with a “special treat” though (cookie, candy, fun snacks).

As everyone in the world probably knows by now, he is completely obsessed with dinosaurs.  Casey and I have had to learn so much about dinosaurs in order to be able to answer Crosby’s questions about them. I sometimes daydream about being on Jeopardy and winning with my knowledge of which dinosaur is a micropachycephalosaurus.  It’s more likely that Crosby would win though, his memory is so ridiculously good these days.

As much as he loves dinosaurs, he loves animals probably just as much.  He has a whole collection of small dinos and animals that follow him everywhere.  He has this thing where he has to have his animals or dinos “watch him” go to the bathroom.  (So sorry for your impending embarrassment, kiddo.)  Which means that we have to line all of them up on the bathroom counter to watch him pee.  It’s bizarre and kind of annoyingly time-consuming, but it’s one of the things that I will adore about him forever.

Other things he loves… books, play dough, larabars, bath time (with his animals and dinos), making houses (for his animals and dinos), watching shows (daniel tiger and dinosaur train on his favs), having picnics, playing his guitar, singing songs, and going on adventures.  He also loves to help me lately.  With laundry, cooking, taking care of his sister… And don’t get me wrong, his “help” often adds more time to the process.  But I love that he’s so interested.

A few of my favorite Crosby sayings these days….

“sound great, mama?”
“good morning! how’d you sleep?”
“thank you for listening to me”
“you have an idea??”
“fun day!”
“pssst… hey!… pssst”
“love you so much, mama”

He’s the funniest, sweetest, most curious, strong-willed child.  Every night after we put him to bed, and I’m usually exhausted from his antics, I think about him and miss him.  And then I want to go and wake him up.  (I don’t, I’m not crazy).  I absolutely, completely, 100% adore him.

And on that note, here are the rest of some kinda old photos of my favorite humans on the planet.  Take a peek, if you’d like!



Sweet sidenote.  There is a wishing tree right down the street from our house in Portland.  When Crosby was born I wrote a wish on it that I’d be able to stay home with him (which I didn’t think would be possible) and it came true.  That wish is still in the tree.  So during this photoshoot I wrote a wish for Willa too (that she’d learn to breastfeed, which she hasn’t… which means I’m the queen of the breast pump). But anyways, I love this wishing tree.  I wish I could have cut it down and taken it to Minnesota with us.  Maybe that should have been my wish?

 


planes, trains, and minivans.

Greetings from the land of chapped cheeks!  (Face cheeks, that is, you dirty minds…) Actually, I can’t really complain about the weather because it’s almost 40 degrees here today which is like, balmy.  We’re thinking of going swimming later.

We’re already in month 2 of our new life in Minnesota and things are slowly settling down after the craze of the move.  It was nuts there for a while, making sure that all of our things and cars and PETS made it here. And then making sure we were situated in temporary housing, getting Casey ready to start his job, locating the nearest Total Wine, etc. etc.  Anyways, I think at this point we’re as “settled” as we can possibly be in our current situation… that is, until we move into an airbnb next month. Sigh.  What a fun adventure!! ::she says with a forced smile::

Stepping back a bit though… I want to make sure some things are documented here, so I’m going to share the story of our move/flight from Portland to Minnesota.   Because it’s ridiculous.

The days leading up to our move were majorly chaotic.   It went something like this….
On Saturday we had a going away party at our house, but it ended up snowing a bunch the night of the party which meant that only about half of our pals actually made it.  It was still super fun (and super sad) but we wished we could have seen all our buddies.  Big thanks to our dear friends who braved the icy roads!!  We love you miss you waaaaa!
On Sunday we packed our suitcases that would basically need to sustain us for the next few months.  Super casual.
On Monday our packers came.  They lovingly wrapped our knickknacks with bubble paper (name that movie!) and had everything we own packed in less than 4 hours.  Amaze.  We moved into a hotel that night.
On Tuesday the movers came and moved all of our crap from our house into the biggest moving truck I’ve ever seen.  Our cars were also picked up by the car movers so we had to pick up a rental car for our last day in Portland.

Cut to late Tuesday night, and it snowed.  Again.  A lot.  Disclaimer: Portland gets a pitiful amount of snow maybe once a year that causes the city to basically shut down because nobody knows how to deal.  There is also no infrastructure in place to take care of all the snow so all the roads become skating rinks.  (High-five for using the word “infrastructure” before noon.  Heyo!)  So basically productive life comes to a stand-still until the snow melts.  It’s super fun if you’re in the market for a cozy couple of days hunkered down at home.  Not so much if you’re attempting to move across the country.

So when we woke up on Wednesday morning, AKA the morning of our flight, and saw the ridiculous amount of snow on the ground we thought for sure our flight would be cancelled.  And/or we thought there’d be no way we’d make it to the airport in our front-wheel drive minivan rental.   Either way, we figured we were screwed because we had SO many plans in motion that all depended on us flying to Minnesota that day.  So to reschedule would have been an absolute nightmare on elm street.  We waited a bit for a flight cancellation alert that never came, so then had to make the ulcer-inducing decision of whether or not to attempt the 30 min drive to the airport to make the flight.  We decided to go for it… so we loaded up our minivan to capacity and hit the road.  Roads that were absolute SHIT.  It was by far the scariest snow/ice drive I’ve ever endured and I grew up in Minnesota!  It was bad.  Casey was a serious driving champ, especially considering that I was white-knuckling the door and shouting things like “gah!” and “eep!” and “I need wine!” every 3 seconds.  Oh, I forgot to mention that we had to make a detour on the way to the airport to pick up our dogs at doggy daycare!  They had been there the last few days while we were staying in a hotel.  (Seriously, my head is spinning remembering all this.)  The dogs were scheduled to be on our same flight and would have to ride in crates in the cargo area of the plane.  So we made the deathly drive to doggy daycare in one piece, got the pups and set off again towards the airport.  20 more minutes of sweat and swearing later, we made it to the airport cargo area where we needed to drop the dogs off.  Casey brought the pups in and then was kindly informed that the dogs could not actually fly that day.  BECAUSE (grumble grumble) there is a rule that in order for animals to fly in the cargo area of the plane, the temperature in your arrival city has to be at least 10 degrees.  And the forecasted temp for Minneapolis at our time of arrival was 9 degrees.  ONE DEGREE difference.  I seriously cried.  After lots of attempts to get Delta to bend the rules for us (they didn’t), we had to bring the most depressed dogs all the way back to doggy daycare.  Via the shitty shitty roads.

By the way, shoutout to our rental minivan because that sucker was bomb.  Everyone on the radio was saying “DO NOT attempt to drive anywhere unless you have snow tires, chains and a 4-wheel drive vehicle!!”  And we’re like, oh we have a front-wheel drive minivan with probably stripped tires and ice skates on, will that work?  Cool, let’s do it!  And she kicked ass.

So by the time we got back to the airport, it was maybe 9am?  And I felt like I was ready for bed.  Alas, we still had to drop off our rental van and get all of our crap into the airport.  I wish so so badly that I would have taken a photo of our luggage cart… it was packed higher than Casey’s head, plus we both had car seats strapped to our backs and carry ons over our shoulders.  And two kids. NBD.  The luggage cart only tipped over and flung all of our stuff into a snow puddle one time!  Success!

Checking in and going through security actually went fairly smoothly, except for the gallon-sized baggy of loose change in one of our carry-ons (seriously the heaviest, stupidest thing to pack in a suitcase but for some reason it didn’t get packed with the rest of our shipped stuff and we couldn’t just leave it behind… it’s probably like a whole $17 dollars worth of change!!! #priorities) that caused some hoopla and a 10-minute bag search.  During that bag search Crosby started what turned out to be an hour-long tantrum.  It.was.rough.  One of the TSA ladies kept looking at me and saying (about Crosby) “Oh she’s so sad!”, “She’s really sad.”, “Why is she so sad?”.  Listen lady, SHE is a HE.  And he’s not sad, he’s TWO.

After we got through security, we decided to sit down for a casual mid-morning cocktail.  But, as I mentioned before, Crosby was still in the throes of a lengthy tantrum.  So our well deserved happy hour turned into sweaty scramble to keep our toddler from losing his shit.  I’ll spare you all the details but I will give you the ending: two half full drinks left behind and a toddler with wet pants.

One fresh pair of pants later, and we were on the plane!  The flight was actually pretty uneventful.  Both kiddos did really well.  And I don’t even feel bad for saying that, because have you read any of this story?  The only low point was flying over Mt Hood, which broke my Portland loving heart into a bajillion little pieces.

When we landed in Minneapolis, Casey went to get our rental vehicle and I was sitting down feeding Willa while we waited… and I looked over juuuuust in time to see Crosby pick up a french fry off the ground and eat it.  He immediately spit it out and said “that’s not good, mama”.  No, no it’s not.

We checked into another hotel for the evening and the next day we made it to corporate housing where we’ve been living the downtown life for the last month.  It’s been great, but I am so so ready to find a place of our own and get all of our stuff out of storage.  I miss my shoes.

Oh, and our dogs!  They got here, eventually.  They ended up having to stay at doggy daycare in Portland for 4 more nights until it warmed up enough for them to fly into Minneapolis.  A good friend of ours picked them up from daycare and brought them to the airport for us and they arrived here safe and sound and smelly.  They are now living the luxurious life with Casey’s parents for a few months until we find a house.

Anyways!  That’s the tale of our entry into the Motherland.

Moral of the story: there is no “good way” to move a husband, wife, toddler, infant, 2 beagles + all their earthly possessions to Minnesota in January.  Ever.  Just wait until spring, for the love of gawd.


christmas 2016.

Happiest holidays, loves!  I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas.  Ours was so so lovely… we opted to spend the holidays here instead of flying to Minnesota, because newborn.  We definitely missed spending time with all the fams but there was also something very sweet about having time with just our little family.  It was just… cozy.  The whole holiday weekend felt like a giant hug.  The fact that I was in pj’s 85% of the time + WINE probably contributed to that feeling as well.

We spent most of the weekend hanging out at home, watching Christmas movie after Christmas movie, playing games, cuddling up on the couch, and eating all the things.  Lobster mac and cheese is always our Christmas Eve dinner of choice and this year did not disappoint.  And hey, if I could gift you one thing this year, it would be the wisdom of this mac and cheese recipe.  Merry Christmas, from me to you!  (I should probably also throw in a pair of stretch pants, because you’re gonna look 5 months pregnant after you eat it. I speak from experience.)

Crosby was such a sweetpea with Christmas this year.   He sorta/kinda knows what’s up and got pretty into the festivities.  Though I think his basic knowledge of the entire holiday season can be summed up with the word “presents”.   The kid has gotten so many gifts, he thinks it’s just common practice now.   His favorite thing to say lately is, “mama! I have an idea! ….. presents!”  So sweet.  So hysterical.  So terrifying.

And our sweet Willa was a trooper through it all.  She’s such a wonderful little baby lady.  My heart bursts just thinking about her.  (So do my boobs. Heyo!)  I cannot wait until she is able to partake in all the holiday festivities, but in the meantime I am loving her chill-ness (chill-ability?).

Anyhoo, we had a great holiday weekend and  I’m so bummed that it’s over.  We already took our tree down this morning.  We typically keep our tree up until after New Years but this year it had to go early because it was deader than crap.  But, she was a good tree.  She brought us lots of warm fuzzies this season.  And now she’s just sitting on the curb…. withering away alongside my bank account and soul.

Well that got dark.

And on that cheery note!  Here is a little video I made of our Christmas weekend.  Take a peek, if you’d like!

Happy Christmas, sweet friends.


it’s fall, so, pumpkins!

It wouldn’t be fall unless you were inundated with a ridiculous amount of pumpkin photos.  So this post is me, doing my part to help the cause.  You’re welcome!

I have been feeling like such a sloth lately but this past weekend I forced myself and my boys to get up and out of the house and go to a pumpkin patch.  I’m in the chapter of this pregnancy when we don’t really know how many more free weekends we have before little sis arrives, so I wanted to make sure we got our pumpkin patch on before it’s too late and my boobs are perma stuck in someone’s face and I can’t leave the house for eleven years.

I’ve decided that even though I’m 187 weeks pregnant, I’m going to embrace the fall season with arms wide open.  Whatever that means.  So far I’ve decorated our house in Halloween decorations and made pumpkin muffins and bought pumpkin spice syrup to dress up my morning coffee.  There are a couple of baking pumpkins on the counter just waiting to be turned into soup, and a vanilla pumpkin candle burning right in front of me as we speak.  And now we can cross pumpkin patch off the list as well.  Crushing it.

In other news, we have yet to install the baby’s car seat or pack a hospital bag.  So at least I have my priorities straight.

Anyways, here are some photos from our little pumpkin outing, if you care to see!

I mean. This photo is what us basic moms live for. Am I right?

Crosby is all talk when it comes to horses.  Here he’s like “heyyoo horsies!” and then the horses come walking over and he craps his pants and runs away.

After looking at these photos, I realized that I’ve officially entered the puffy face stage of pregnancy.  Or maybe it’s the corn dipped in butter and rolled in salt that did me in.  

img_2525Me and my 3 babies. Crosby, baby sister, and corn dipped in butter and rolled in salt.

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He’s “hugging” his pumpkins because he’s the cutest person on planet earth.

That’s it! Thanks for playing. And happy pumpkin-ing to you and your families!


happy second birthday, toddler guy.

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Happy second birthday, my beautiful baby guy.  I can’t even tell you how much I’ve loved year 2 of Crosby.  It’s been easily, hands-down, 100%, the best year of my life.  If I had one wish right now, it’d be to keep you at this age forever.  But today isn’t about my wishes, it’s about yours!  What are your birthday wishes, sweet boy?  If I had my guess, I’d say you’re wishing for… a “strawberry snack” (sliced strawberries), your “blanketandphi” (blanket + pacifier), a trip to the zoo, an episode (or 5) of Daniel Tiger, followed by a book reading marathon, a lengthy game of jumping up and down, and an ice cream cone.  I promise, I’ll do my best to grant as many of those wishes as possible today.

This year we’ve gotten to see so much more of your wonderful, sweet, silly personality.  I love that you call everyone your friends, I love that you say goodbye to everything: people, animals, objects, places…, I love your pure excitement when at the end of the night we talk about all the things we did that day, I love your ability to drop everything when you hear an airplane from a million miles away, I LOVE that you reach for my hand to hold, I love your sweet manners, I love your aggressive tickles… I just really freaking love you, kid.  And I absolutely adore being your mama.

I can’t wait to celebrate you today and smother you with one million kisses.  Happy second birthday, bubba!

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bumpdate: 23 weeks. oh and also, we’re having a…


HEY!  How are you?  Me?  I’m just 23 weeks pregnant over here.  I know, I know, I have been such a delinquent preg lady this time around.  Poor baby #2 has no baby book, no bumpdates up until now, and I’ve done approximately 0-1 things to actually prepare for their arrival.  But to be fair to myself, it’s been a crazy past few months with this little bundle.  Let me start out by saying that everything is fine, but we did have a stressful scare a little over a month ago that has just recently resolved itself.  I’m fine, the baby is fine, and we’re just super thankful and happy to be moving on from an intense few weeks.

You’re probably like, wtf that’s the most vague paragraph ever.  And you’d be right.  Sorry bout that.  And maybe someday I’ll write more about it.  But for now we’ll just scooch on past it.  BUT.  We do have some really great news that came out of all the nuttiness from the past few weeks… we decided to find out the gender!  Finding out was something that we flip-flopped on so much with this pregnancy.   I just always assumed we’d keep it a surprise like we did with Crosby.  But, I found myself really really wanting to know this time.  And in the midst of all the craziness that was going on with this pregnancy, we thought we could probably use some good news.  So, at one of my ultrasounds, we had the tech put the “results” in an envelope to take home and open later… but then someone (coughmecough) got super impatient and opened it before we even left the room.

You’re probably like, wtf tell us already.  Ok here it goes… baby Thomps #2 is an itty bitty teeny weeny cutie patootie lovey dovey baby GIRL!!  That’s right my friends, in a few months I will no longer be surrounded by weewees.  And I seriously couldn’t be happier.

So here we go sweet baby girl, our first official bumpdate!

Weeks: 23
Baby is the size of:  A Nalgene bottle. (I discovered and LOVE the Ovia app for this pregnancy!  You can choose a theme for the weekly “size” updates… ((my theme is fun & games and so far the baby has been the size of a troll doll, a paper airplane and a video game controller, among other things)) and it gives you a little graphic of how big the baby is getting based on its hand size.  And just in general, it’s awesome.  Highly recommend for my fellow pregs out there.)
Weight gain: I have honestly no idea… maybe 10ish pounds?  Split equally between my belly and my bra.  Worth noting, I definitely feel like I’m getting bigger faster and carrying higher this time around.  All fun things.
Cravings: Nothing super specific but so far I’m consistently loving fruit, just like last time.
Sleep:  Ugh. Gah. Oof.  Waaah.  Sleep has been so hit or miss.  Due to uncomfiness and just overall stress and anxiety.  And on top of that, my toddler typically wakes up before 6am every morning.  So what I’m trying to say is, coffee and under-eye concealer have been my bffs this pregnancy.
Movement:  Baby girl has been moving a shitload.  (Can I say that?) I remember Crosby’s first movements felt like a sweet little butterfly in my lower belly.  Compared to baby girl, who seems to be practicing her flipturns since week 15.
Symptoms:  Oh, hey hormones!  I probably have more hormones pulsing through me than a Justin Bieber concert.  Or something.  I’ve been an emotional rollercoaster since day 1 of this pregnancy, and then because of all the craziness that happened, it’s been amplified by like a hundo.  It’s ridiculous.  I’m ridiculous.  Anyways, if I cry the next time you ask me what time it is, don’t take it personally.
Missing:  It wouldn’t be a true TMITM blog post if I didn’t talk about wine.  I miss wine.
Happenings:  Erm, like I said… we’ve done so very little to prepare for little miss’s arrival.  But I thiiiiink I’m going to try to potty train Crosby before she gets here?  Probably right around his 2nd birthday?  Did I mention I miss wine?  I know that 2 is on the younger side for training, but I’ve been reading the book “Oh Crap: Potty Training” and it has me fairly convinced that I should do it now rather than waiting until after baby girl is here and I’m even more sleep deprived and not in the mood to teach a little boy to aim his pee stick into the toilet.  Ya feel me? So anyways, any tips and tricks for potty training would be much appreciated!

Speaking on my firstborn… here he is in all his anti-photo-taking adorable glory.  

Bumpdate 2.0, over and out.


last weekend.

IMG_1148This post is about a week late but that’s what happens when you’re 18 weeks pregnant and you faceplant into your bed as soon as your kid naps/goes to bed for the night.  AKA no free time to do stuff like blog.  I do think that I’m finally getting past the extreme fatigue that took over my entire existence during the first trimester.  Thank the good Lorde.  The singer.  Anyhoo, these photos are from last weekend – Memorial Day weekend – when me and my guys went to Hood River for the day.  I used to go to Hood River for the wine tasting.  Now I go for the change of scenery and the excellent waterfront park that occupies my kid while we wait for a table at Pfriem.  Where I then watch my husband drink beer and I pretend that iced tea is just as refreshing.

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I mentioned this on the Instagrams, but right after the photo below was taken at lunch, Crosby proceeded to have meltdown after meltdown to the point where people were turning and staring and the older women at the table across from us gave me that head-tilted, half-smile, we’ve-been-there-it’s-ok look.  I’m fairly certain I sweated through my shirt and my face was perma-red the entire time.  It was pretty rough.  I think it was a combo of the hangries and a too-short nap.  Not sure what Crosby’s excuse was though…  mreheheheh.

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Other than that! The rest of our day there was lovely. We spent a good chunk of time walking along the river and watching a kitesurfing tournament.  Or is kiteboarding?  Sailboarding?  Kitesailing?  Skiting?  Kurfing?  I actually have no idea what it’s called but it looks hard as rocks.

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IMG_1164 IMG_1161We wandered around town for a while after the park and had the same “we should totally move here” conversation that we have every time we’re in Hood River.  It’s just so GD cute.  We stumbled upon the sweetest little ice cream shop that was filled with cute little families and yummy looking treats… but they only took cash and we only had a credit card.  So we left, with tears in our eyes.  Or maybe that was just me.  But then we drove past a Dairy Queen on our way out of town and were like, well, it’s there, they take credit cards, we might as well stop.  And I gotta say, after being spoiled with so much ridiculous Portland ice cream over the past few years, DQ just doesn’t really do it for me anymore. I know, don’t hate me.  My name is Shawnna and I’m an ice cream snob.  If anyone would like to pay for my ice cream rehabilitation, don’t.
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So here’s hoping that this weekend is exactly like the last one!  Minus the tantrums. Plus better ice cream. And more deodorant. And a gallon of milk. Paper towels. Eggs. ooh.. pickles!

This has now become my grocery list.

Happy Friday!


fam trip to chicago and indiana. in which we froze.

shawnnathompson_57_familyselfieJust a quickie post to drop off a few photos from our little family vacation to Chicago/Indiana last week.  Though I’m not quite sure you can call it a “vacation” when you have a 20-month old in tow.  It’s kind of like everyday life, but with a side of heightened anxiety, public restrooms, and jet lag.  It’s not exactly relaxing, is what I’m saying.  And don’t even get me started on flying with a toddler.  How can you really call it a “vacation” when you’re spending numerous hours suspended in a tin can in the air, touching body parts with total strangers, with a wiggly kid on your lap who is constantly rolling the tantrum dice.  I’m sprouting gray hairs just reliving it.

All that said, I absolutely LOVED our “vacation”.  No really, I did!  I never used to understand why parents would take their tiny children on trips.  I mean, they’re not going to remember it… right?!  But I totally get it now that I’m a ma, because it so so fun to explore the world and introduce new things to your little.  Even if Crosby won’t remember this trip, Casey and I will.  And we’ll remember how excited Crosby was at the Lincoln Park Zoo and how he shoved popcorn in his face at the Cubs game and danced his little butt off at our friend’s wedding.  Aaaaaand we’ll remember how he had a full-on meltdown in front of the gorilla exhibit because he ate the rest of MY Larabar and then was pissed that there wasn’t more.  (Crosby, not the gorilla. Though I’m sure the gorilla would have wanted my Larabar too.) But honestly, we had so much fun showing our little guy around one of our favorite cities.  And bringing him to his first wedding, where he impressed us with his killer dance moves that he no doubt learned from an episode of Daniel Tiger.

So here are the grainest, unedited iphone photos of our trip, if you care to see.  I took my nice camera along, but only brought it out once when we were at the zoo and maybe took 10 photos… and now I can’t find the cord to connect it to my computer.  So, I’m really sorry that you’re probably missing out on some high quality flamingo butts and blurry giraffe necks.  And by I’m sorry, I mean you’re welcome.

IMG_0695IMG_0719Guys. It was 44 degrees at this Cubs game.  And we were not prepared.  I had packed everything we might need for a rainstorm (#portlandproblems) but not nearly enough warm clothes for the tundra. I’m from the midwest, I should KNOW better!

IMG_0713 We only lasted 3 innings, and that’s mostly thanks to a box of popcorn that occupied Crosby’s facehole. His hands were freeeezing, but the kid just kept going.  He got his popcorn love from his mama, AKA the “Pepcorn Queen”.  (Just kidding nobody calls me that. But they should.  And maybe put it on a t-shirt? )

IMG_0711Processed with VSCO with f2 presetOMG. Look at the people behind us.  They were PREPARED, man.  Meanwhile, I had to buy a sweatshirt to put under my paper-thin raincoat.  And we had to buy a ridiculously expensive Cubs blanket for Crosby in order to save his appendages from freezing off.

IMG_0730IMG_0722 IMG_0748What does one do after sitting outside in the freezing cold for 2 hours?  They get ice cream, of course! Can’t pass up Jeni’s.

IMG_0735shawnnathompson_57_crosicecreamThe kid loves ice cream.  Also gets that from his mama.
I’m sensing a pattern.

IMG_0673We were actually super pumped about the 2 hour time change because in THEORY, Crosby should have slept until 8:30 Chicago time.  Which for us is like, all the dancing lady emojis.  But somehow, somehow, the little sheister managed to wake up at 6:30 every morning that we were there (AKA 4:30am Portland time).  I don’t get it.  It doesn’t make sense.  He’s so very lucky that he’s so very cute and sweet.

IMG_0683Sure, yah.  Take a nap.  You must be exhausted from all that getting up early and being pushed around and carried.

shawnnathompson_57_wakeupLook alive, sleep deprived!  Is our motto.  (No it’s not but it should be.  And maybe put it on a t-shirt?)

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IMG_0749Our airbnb had a walk-in shower, that Crosby walked into and turned on, on himself.  Lesson probably not learned.

IMG_0733^^Had to stop here, cuz duh.^^

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Where we ate this (lobster deviled eggs) and drank that (killer bloody mary).

IMG_0684And Cros almost slept through the whole thing.

IMG_0693Until he woke up and shoved his face with french fries for a photo opp.

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IMG_0839On Saturday we drove to South Bend, Indiana to go to our good friend’s wedding at Notre Dame. It was beautiful and lovely… and we’re so happy for you guys!
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Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll get back to eating my Garrett’s popcorn while Crosby takes a nap because I’m not sharing.

Happy weekend!


31.

IMG_8206This post is a week overdue but I still feel the need to put it to paper.  Errr…. to interwebs.  You know what they say, if you don’t blog about it, it didn’t actually happen.  True story.

Anyways, I turned 31 last weekend!  I don’t know why I’m !exclaiming! that because at this point it’s not something I feel the need to brag about.  Remember when Casey turned 31 and he had this whole theory about how you’re not really “in your 30’s” until you turn 31? And then I made fun of him?  Per usual.  And now… I totally understand where he’s coming from.  It’s all fun and games until you turn 31.  Is my new motto.  No it’s not.  I’m actually totally fine with it, but I do get what he’s saying now.

I had such a fun birthday weekend.  Well, birthday week, really.  If this birthday had a theme, I would say it was pampering.

Wait, is it just me or does the word “pampering” conjure up a completely different image after having a kid?  I mean, I’m assuming that’s how Pampers got their name, right?  I don’t like it.  Waa.  Excuse me while I go thesaurus an alternative word.

OK, I’m back.  Let’s try this again.  If this birthday had a theme, I would say it was mollycoddling.  (<— lol wut.)  Throughout the course of the week, I got a mani/pedi with one of my besties, I got my hair did, and my mom took me to get a facial and massage.   Plus, just having my mom here meant I barely had to cook, I barely had to change a diaper, I got treats and coffees and free time to do things like take a nap and take a toddler-free shower.  See!  I was mollycoddled!   Best part of all of it was the fact that my mom was here.  She’s the queen of making people feel special on their birthdays.  Decorations, cakes, gifts and cards, free babysitting.  She’s the very very best.

On my birthday night, Casey took me to dinner at a place where the servers use that little scraper thing that wipes up crumbs in between each course.  AKA fancy.  It was so freaking good, we’re convinced we cleaned our plates better than any other person that ate there that night.  We had a serious conversation about how they probably brought our plates back to the kitchen and were like, oh these are clean, did anyone even eat on them? we don’t even need to wash them.  Basically we were the King and Queen of the clean plate club, is what I’m trying to say.

And yes, that’s a whole paragraph on how much we ate at dinner.  It’s an exciting life we lead.

It was such a great birthday, and I’m so thankful to have such a wonderful family and friends to help me celebrate… me.  

birthdaybafoonsYou guys. What is wrong with us?  It took us approximately 37 tries to get a photo of just the two of us, without Crosby.  Here’s just a small smattering of the outtakes.  And why are our eyes shut in all of them?  Is this what happens when you’re officially in your 30’s?  Are your eyes more sensitive to light or something?  Help.

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Here’s to 31!  So far, so good.

Posts from my 28th, 29th and 30th birthdays herehere and here.


to the tulips!

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My mom is here visiting us for a few days (yay!) and since the weather has been killer lately we decided to take advantage and head to a tulip festival that’s in a town a little ways outside of Portland.  Now, before we go any further, here is a little tip from me to you.  When driving to a tulip festival that’s in a town a little ways outside of Portland, do not, under any circumstances, miss your exit.  Because it will tack on an extra 24 mins to your already 45 minute trip.  Which will push your drive time from  leisurely-day-trip to we-should-have-packed-a-change-of-clothes-trip.  There just seems to be a huge difference between under an hour drives and over an hour drives. Right?  Especially when you have a 1 1/2 year old and only so many cheese sticks in your diaper bag.  But, this is exactly the kind of scenario in which grandmas come in handy.  They excel at the art of child distraction, and they also convince you that you aren’t a tool for missing a very very obvious exit.

So anyways, we made it in one piece and were greeted with a dream come true of more tulips than you’ll ever see in your lifetime.

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I am quite possibly the least knowledgeable flower/plant person in the Pacific Northwest, but I can tell you this one bit of information that I do in fact know… tulips bulbs are poisonous for dogs. I learned this fun fact a few years ago when my dog Gus devoured a package of bulbs I had intended to plant… but instead I probably went to happy hour or something… and which led me to google things like “are tulips poisonous for dogs” and “will flowers make my dog’s breath smell better”.  Luckily Gus (ahem) “rejected” the bulbs all over our bathroom floor, so he avoided a trip to the vet.  And you know, death.

Well that got dark.

But so anyways!  The tulip festival was so fun!  Beautiful sights and lots of fun little activities for the little ones.  And kettle corn for me.

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Crosby took his first pony ride… and by the look on his face you’d think he was sooo over it.  Except that when I took him off the horse at the end, he cried because he didn’t want to leave!  See, he does enjoy things!

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I love that little poker-faced boy of mine.

The only downside to the whole event was that I lost Crosby’s sweet little sunglasses that he just got in his Easter basket.  Not a huge deal, but they were so cute.  Plus, that’s 5 whole dollars that I’ll never get back.  I mean, that the Easter Bunny will never get back.  ::side-eye::  We went to look for them at the lost and found station and the lady in charge was like, oddly protective over the box of found eyewear. She pretty much refused to let me look in it… like she was afraid I’d pocket some of the goods.  Which was far from likely since the box seemed to consist mostly of reading spectacles and bifocals.  Because hello, we were at a tulip festival.  Crosby was the youngest one there by 76 years.

 
IMG_0455 IMG_5857 IMG_5859^^I mean… if this doesn’t ignite your ovaries, I don’t know what will.^^

 

Til next time, tulipalooza!