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our european adventure. a month later.

So it’s been over a month since we took our trip to Paris and Amsterdam, but here I am finally getting around to sharing a few photos.  This post is more for me than for you (sorry) because I want to make sure that at least some of our photos are displayed somewhere.  Otherwise they’ll be shoved to the back of my photos folder, gathering virtual dust.  Please tell me I’m not the only delinquent who doesn’t make prints or do photo books?  I mean, I always SAY I’m going to.  But then I just go on living my life instead.

Anyhoosville, this is kind of an inconsistent smattering of pics because I constantly struggle with wanting to take a shitload of photos and also wanting to experience things without the distraction of a camera.

The early-2ooo’s digital camera tourist struggle is real, man.

Anyway, I’m just going to get right into it and add captions as necessary. #always

IMG_1335I had very few expectations of Paris going into this trip, but I cannot even tell you how much I enjoyed it.
It is effing beautiful.

IMG_1419We crammed in a few touristy things but mostly just wandered the city…


IMG_1416Taking in the sights…

IMG_5974And acting absurdly American.  (eg. Man: “Bonjour madame!”  Me: “Merci!”….  ::facepalm::)

IMG_5987We didn’t actually go into the Louvre, but we did admire it.  Though I do wish it wasn’t weirdly gift-wrapped like that…

IMG_5983My best gal, Carolyn.  And my other gal, coffee.


IMG_5989And my guy!

IMG_6021And this beaut!  She did not disappoint.

IMG_1437IMG_1442We stayed about 2 blocks from the Arc de Triomphe and this was the only photo we got of it!  Rookies.

IMG_1329This photo is more like a PSA for my fellow pregos, because this was the first N/A beer that didn’t make me want to chuck the bottle across the room.  So good!

IMG_6005Sacre Couer was beautiful, but SO overcrowded.  Both inside and outside.  What is it with tourists, am I right?!

IMG_6001IMG_1311The views of the Eiffel Tower neverrrrrrrrrrrrrrr got old.

IMG_1394 IMG_1375The reason for this whole trip! My GORGEOUS bestie, Kali and her dapper new husband. Their wedding was an absolute fairytale.

Except that I couldn’t drink wine at it.

IMG_1390Ok fine, I had HALF of a glass of champagne.  So sue me.

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IMG_1370The matching Zara skirt/dress situation was purely coincidental.

IMG_1384Beautiful couple, Michelin star chef, and 2 photo-bombing bozos.

IMG_1407IMG_1388My girls, minus one limb.  (We missed you Kendra!) 

IMG_1380IMG_1322Child-free, with my husband and best friends, in Paris.  You can’t put a price tag on this stuff, people.

Except, you can.  You can actually look at our hysterical credit card statement if you want to…



OFF to Amsterdam!

IMG_6038Where it rained every day except the day we were leaving!   Sometimes I like to imagine a rain cloud following me around saying “I wish I knew how to quit you.”

If you get that movie reference, give yourself a high-five.

1511-1We loved our hotel in Amsterdam! The rooms were adorable and the staff was so friendly.  I highly suggest it if any of y’all are headed there anytime soon.  In which case, can I come?

 IMG_6032Ok can we all just admit that Amsterdam is the MOST charming ever?  Seriously, I loved it.  We felt so at home there.  I highly highly encourage you to visit if you have the chance.  And if so, can I come?

IMG_6057Never pass up European caffeine, was my motto during the trip.  

IMG_6042Waiting in line for our tour of the Anne Frank house.  Which is UNREAL.  Must do, if you’re ever, you know, in the area.

IMG_6024I mean, C’MON!

IMG_6045Casey “why isn’t anyone wearing helmets this is so unsafe we are NOT renting bikes here you’re pregnant watch out!” Thompson


IMG_6027 IMG_1516There is something so fun to me about buying local munchies.  I could have spent numerous hours in the grocery store in Amsterdam. Is that weird?  Wait… is it?  IS IT?

Answer me!
IMG_1512OMG I don’t care because look how cute these Dutch Ella’s packets are!

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Wait, is that morbid?

IMG_1486 IMG_1482You guys. The pastries in both Paris and Amsterdam. Ugh. I can’t even think about them without
having to wipe drool off my chin. 

IMG_1477Because I’m a good wife/person/etc. I accompanied Casey to a few pubs for some beer tastings.  And let me tell you, nothing is more fun than watching other people drink when you can’t.  ::side-eye::

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Processed with VSCO with f2 presetOh Amsterdam, you charming little love bucket!


And last but certainly not least… a collage of a few of my pastry endeavors. Ahhh… memories.pastriesyo1

Thanks for sticking around til the very end!  I hope you enjoyed my Europe trip as much as I did ;)


weekend recap. and casey is home!

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Casey got home last night from his long weekend in Minnesota and we’re all super pumped to have him back, for various reasons.  We all missed him a lot, obvi.  (<—sorry)  But I know Crosby particularly missed the made-up songs that his papa (loudly) sings to him on the changing table.  I missed taking a shower in peace and, on this particular day, having someone around who is willing to be on the “removal” end of the Nose Frida.  ::shudder::  And the dogs?  They likely missed having someone around who doesn’t bark (heh) at them nonstop to quit making so much noise during nap time.  So, anyways.  Welcome home Casebear.  We all missed you like crazy!  And will continue to miss you since you won’t be home until after a work event tonight.  Waa.

How do single parents do it?!  I only have one fairly easy kiddo and I still got worn out by taking care of literally everything for just 4 days.  I mentioned to a friend, who asked how it was going, that the first two nights Casey was gone I put Crosby to bed at 7:30, and by 7:31 I was sitting on the couch with a glass of wine.  (See!  I told you in one of my last posts… netflix and wine, people.  That’s the majority of my evenings.  Netflix and wine.)  But anyways, single parents.  I can’t imagine.  I can’t imagine my long weekend being your every single day.  Not that my weekend was especially hard, it was actually great fun.  But also?  Exhausting.  There’s no off button when you’re doing it alone.  There’s no downtime to even like, look the other direction.  You have to be on and focused at all times.  Lest you want your child to drop a book on his head resulting in a little cut right between his eyes (guilty).   It’s so much easier to have someone else to help partner you through the good, bad, the smelly and the snotty.  But also, to share in the fun stuff too!  So single, parents… you have my utmost respect.  You have my admiration.  You can also have all of my wine.

All that said, we honestly did had a really great weekend. We hit up a bunch of parks.  We found a Halloween costume for the Cros.  (It’s not the turkey hat below, though I think that’s going to be mandatory at Thanksgiving this year.) We also went on a whole bunch of walks, met up with some pals, got ice cream with some old friends that were in town, and went to a barbecue.  The weather was aces and I made lasagna.  Among other less notable food things.  I also cleaned the house, decorated for Halloween (Don’t get too excited.  I have approximately 3 decorations so it took me all of 7 minutes to “decorate”.) and made it about halfway through an actual book.  BTW, ever since I got past the annoyance of the word “tidying”, I’m actually really loving the The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up.  I like to imagine a really clean, clutter-free home filled with only things I truly love… Which would be my family, my Birkenstocks, Crosby’s baby book, and of course, Netflix and wine.

This week is supposed to be beautifully fall-ish so we’re hoping to spend a bunch of time outside.  That is, if a certain little person’s aforementioned snotty nose is kept under control.  There is nothing worse than seeing your kid wake up with a face full of crust.  Actually, I’m sure there are many things that are much worse than that.  But on this particular day, it’s the worse.  And the grodiest.

Grainy iphone photos, ahoy!

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“Oh, hey Crosby, could you please not fall out of that cupboard that you climbed into until after I take a picture of you? Thanks.”

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Assuming our N&W positions. (Netflix & wine! Are we sick of this reference yet?)

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Crosby’s stroller demeanor is so stoic and silent.  It’s really quite frightening/lovely.

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That’s it.  That’s all.

Happy Tuesday, my friends!

 


¡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.


on turning 30.

IMG_0153This post is coming to you live from the front lines of my 30th birthday.  Gah!  It’s weird to see it typed out… today I am 30.  The big three-oh.  Dirty 30.  I’m 30, flirty and thriving.  30…. nope, that’s all I got.

30 seems like such a monumental birthday, don’t you think?  It’s such an abrupt departure from 29.  And from your 20’s, in general.  It’s like saying goodbye to an entire chapter of life.  An entire decade of life!  It’s also kind of like saying goodbye to your youth?… if you’ll oblige me in being deep for a moment.  But, don’t you agree?  Turning 30 just seems so significant.  And you know, I guess it is.

To be honest though, I ain’t scurred.  I’m actually pretty excited to turn 30.  In my mind, people in their 30’s have it together, man.  They’re mature and know what they want out of life and don’t take crap from anyone.  They have SUV’s and stock options and can keep plants alive longer than a week.  They have their shit together.  They know things.  And now that I’m 30, I guess I will too.  …Keep in mind though, I was just in my 20’s yesterday.   So, don’t expect me to have all the answers yet.  But check back in next week, I’m sure I’ll have it all figured out by then.

Casey and Crosby took me to a delicious dinner last night to celebrate, and we ate things like deconstructed olives and oxtail.  Because those are the types of things sophisticated 30 year olds order.  Crosby stuck to cheese sticks and potato wedges though, because he’s a baby.  And babies definitely don’t have their shit together.

Other birthday haps: My best friend is flying in from Texas today to hang out with me for a few days.  Yeehaw!  And on Saturday afternoon Casey’s organized a pedal pub birthday celebration with some of our Portland pals.  So it’s safe to say I will probably have a buzz for the rest of the week/end.  A sophisticated buzz, that is.

Happy my birthday to you!

Posts from my 28th and 29th birthdays here and here.

 


it’s been a while, let’s catch up.

IMG_4386First things first.  I have something really exciting to share.  Well, it’s exciting to me and probably no one else.  Except Casey.  And Crosby.  Although I don’t think Crosby quite understands the significance of “exciting” things.  Other than bath time.  But I’m sure he still appreciates the importance of this situation, in his own baby brain kind of way.  Maybe.

… What were we even talking about?

Ahh yes, big news!  We’ve found a solution to Crosby’s pee leakage problem that I talked about in my last blog post.  Yay!!!…… (See I warned you.)  We tried all of the suggestions you lovely people sent (thank you!) and after much trial and error we found that putting Crosby in a diaper that’s one size larger than normal at night does the trick.  He usually wears a size 2 during the day (yes, he’s just a little guy) so at night we put him in a size 3 Pamper’s Baby Dry and… no leaks.  It’s a washing machine miracle!   Apparently there are many reasons why a baby can leak at night, but in Crosby’s case it’s a quantity issue.  Putting a bigger diaper on him obviously means there is more, uh, storage space for all that little potty.  Aaaaand sometimes big potty.

Speaking of which, what is your stance on using the word “potty” versus “bathroom” when talking to your little ones?  Some people have such a strong opinion one way or the other.  Like “potty” is too juvenile but “bathroom” isn’t easy enough to say.  After a great deal of thought and introspection, I’ve found that I just don’t care.

I realize that anyone still reading this post who doesn’t have kids is likely pouring gasoline on themselves at this point.  So let’s move on from the potty talk and save ourselves that burnt hair smell, shall we?

I feel like we have so much to catch up on since my last blog post.  I didn’t realize it had been almost a whole month since I last wrote.  But a lot has been going on, so I’m thinking maybe it’s best if I do a little photo recap of the last few weeks.  Sound good?

I hope you understand that that was a rhetorical question.

IMG_4218The weather in Oregon over the past month has been bitchin’.

Does anyone say bitchin’ anymore?….  Is it working?….  I didn’t think so.

Well anyways, we’ve been taking advantage of the weather with frequent trips to the coast.  I’d go every day if I could.  If anyone wants to go tomorrow, hit me up.

Does anyone say hit me up anymore?…. Is it working?…. I thought so.

march_1IMG_4158 IMG_4204Don’t worry, we put a hat on Crosbaby’s head shortly after these pictures were taken.  We fully realize that the 7 hairs on his head do not suffice as sun protection.  Little baldy.  
IMG_4214march_4IMG_4246On this day we wore matching stripes.  Crosby’s idea.  It was also his idea to have this picture taken so he could take it with him to college and tell everyone how he and his mama used to sing “Let’s. Wear. Stripes! Let’s wear stripes! Let’s wear matchy, matching stripes!” to the tune of Beauty and the Beast’s “Be Our Guest”.  

march_3Our friend Tony came from San Francisco to stay with us for a weekend.  Watching him hold Crosby was mayyybe the highlight of February.  He’s a total baby rookie but gets an A for effort.  And a B for beer.

IMG_4286And on this day we realized that we all (unintentionally, promise.) wore black.  So, we commemorated that day with a vewwwy sherioush pikcheew.

IMG_4359My mom came to visit us for a few days.  This beauty just turned 50, but clearly doesn’t look a day over 25.  It’s only slightly weird when she’s holding Crosby and people think he’s her baby.  What makes it less weird is when I then snatch him out of her hands and scream HE’S MINE!!!

IMG_9866We made a quick, unexpected trip to MN last week. Casey’s beloved Grams passed away and so the three of us made a trip to the snow to be with his family and pay our respects.  Casey had a really special relationship with his Grams; she was the heart and soul of his entire family.  Needless to say, she will be greatly missed.

IMG_9840Baby eyelashes!!! I just want to gather them up and sprinkle them on my cereal.  (<— Quite possibly the weirdest thing I’ve ever written.  Because I can’t even remember the last time I had cereal.)

IMG_9890IMG_9901My soul sista Lindsey came to Portland.  She’s the sassiest ladypants I know and I love her dearly.  Fun fact.  One time Lindsey and I took a road trip from MN to California and it took us until 200 miles outside of LA to determine that the terrible thing I had been smelling the whole trip was actually a pair of new leather shoes in the backseat, and definitely NOT my armpits.  So.

Processed with VSCOcam with f2 presetWe get a lot of questions about the mark on his upper lip.  It’s a birthmark.  Not a scratch, or lipstick, or the result of chewing on a marker.  Which are all guesses we’ve heard.

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This is Crosby and I at his SIX month check up.  Pre-shots, obvi.  But six months!  I don’t even and can’t even.  The fact that he’s half a year old makes me want to simultaneously cry and laugh.  Which actually is something that Crosby does once in a while. We have this theory that he got so used to crying in his early months that now he thinks that’s what he should be doing anytime his mouth is open.  It’s like a knee-jerk reflex.  He’ll yawn and start crying.  Or smile really big and start whimpering.  Or he’ll laugh and then get a confused look on his face and start weeping.  He’s actually happy, but the fact that his mouth is open throws him off.  It’s pretty cute actually.

He’s also been sitting up a bit, pushing up onto all fours, eating his feets, and chatting like crazy lately.  We’ve started giving him solids, which both he and Gus are really enjoying.  He thinks bananas are awesome and tomatoes can suck it.  He also likes when we put applesauce or mashed food onto a spoon and let him feed himself.  The spoon lands in his mouth maybe 1 out of 4 times.  The other three land on his forehead, down his bib, and on the window sill, respectively.

He’s finding his voice.  He likes to say the word “boo” over and over again really softly.  And when he’s sucking on a pacifier or a bottle, he sometimes makes this noise that sounds like he’s saying “oh yah oh yah oh yah” really fast.  Which I then mock, because I’m me.

He just recently has been giving us some nice big belly laughs, and they are everything.  Especially because of how challenging the first few months were.  Those belly laughs are like reassurance that hey, we haven’t completely messed our kid up!

Happy six months, baby guy.  We sure do love you.

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The end.  You did it!

Have a bitchin’ day.


december stuff.

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Hi friends!  Happy holidays!  Or, can I even say that anymore now that Christmas is over?  (Waa!)  Maybe I should say… Happy awkward time in between Christmas and New Year’s when you’re still sort of in vacation mode but still have to be productive at work and you’re so distracted by how extra tight your pants are after all those holiday feasts but you might as well keep on eating like a hippo until after New Year’s Eve when you will be starting your new workout/diet regime and will no doubt look fantastic in no time!  Or something like that?  Anyways, I hope your Christmas was merry and you got everything you ever hoped for etc etc.

Now can we talk about my Christmas for a second?  This is my blog, after all.  And actually, let me back up.  Let’s talk about my December, since I haven’t posted anything in over a month.  Consider that your Christmas present from me!  Wink wink.

December went by so fast I can’t even handle.  We spent the first half of the month doing Christmasy things around Portland.  Since it was Crosby’s first Christmas, (Crosmas!!  <—- I just thought of that now!  What a waste of a perfectly good hashtag.) we wanted to make sure to be as holly and jolly as possible before skipping town to head to Minnesota for two weeks.  Yes that’s right, we took a two-week vacation (?) to MN for the holidays.  It was SO much fun to be with family and to introduce the little dude to some of our favorite people who hadn’t met him yet.  Including both Casey and my siblings.  That’s by far one of the hardest parts of living far away from family… our siblings, grandparents, good friends didn’t get to meet our kid until he’s almost 4 months old.  That’s a lot of dirty diapers old.  So anyways, it was amazing to be together with everyone for the holidays.  However… in hindsight, what the hell were we thinking taking a two-week trip with a refluxy 3 1/2 month old?  Seriously.  He was a trooper through it all but we definitely had some tough moments.  Including every moment between the hours of 9pm and 9am.  Yeesh.  Thank gawd for our families who were so understanding and constantly offered help (though I didn’t always take it…).

Sidebar.  Here’s the thing with fussy babies, and mine specifically… as much as I want a break sometimes, it is really hard for me to accept help.  I’ll admit it.  I so appreciate when people are willing (and eager!) to take him off my hands for a bit when he’s crying but I rarely accept their offer.  Why?  Because it’s completely impossible for me to relax if I know he’s upset and someone else is trying to soothe him.  And I’m just sitting there, doing nothing.  You know?  I guess it’s because I feel like Casey or I should be the ones to calm him.  Or maybe that we’re the only ones who actually CAN calm him.  Even though that’s not even true.  Maybe we could do it faster, but any one of our lovely family members would be able to get him to chill out eventually.  So why can’t I take the help?  I don’t know.  Any other parents of fussy babies know the feeling?  Or am I just crazy?  Don’t answer that.

Anyways!  Back to our Crosmas trip to MN.  We flew out super early in the morning, and I was basically having an anxiety attack thinking Crosby was going to have a meltdown on the plane.  He did not.  He slept for most of the flight and only squawked a couple of times once he woke up.  Little angel.  And thankfully there were about 10 other families with babies on the plane too.  We were in good company.  I told Casey after we got off the plane that I felt like I needed to go around and high-five all the other parents because holy shit is that stressful.  And speaking of which, have you guys seen this story about the parents who handed out goodie bags to people on their flight?  What do you think?  Good idea or no?  I personally wouldn’t do it.  Babies be babies.  And really… if a baby screams in your ears for three hours are you really going to be less annoyed if you were given a box of Junior Mints from a stranger?  Probs not.  I think just common courtesy and politeness, both to and from and the parents, is the best approach when flying with a baby.  Also vodka.

Ok, tangents over.  Back to our trip.

A good chunk of our time in MN was spent driving.  Which was interesting, given that Crosby hates to be in the car.  But man he was a trooper.  We drove from Minneapolis to Rosemount to Brooklyn Park to Big Lake to Alexandria to Kensington to Minneota to Ghent back to Alexandria and then back again to Ghent and then finally took our last 3 hour drive to Minneapolis to fly out. That flight back to Portland started out a little rocky.  Crosby screamed for approximately 15 minutes before we even took off.  I was gushing sweat as we both tried everything we could to calm him down in the tiny shoebox of personal space we had.  Plane seats have never seemed so small as they did during those 15 minutes.  And I’m pretty sure everyone in the 3 surrounding rows saw my boobs at one point because I was, frantically as calmly as possible, trying to feed him to get him to calm down.  LOTS of boobs flying about.  He eventually passed out, and stayed asleep the rest of the flight.  Ahh memories….

On that note.  A short photo diary of our month…

shawnnathompson_christmasstuff_4Even though we knew we’d be gone for half December, we still went and cut down a tree.  It’s probably my favorite holiday tradition that Casey and I started when we moved to Portland and I was not going to let Crosby miss out on his first tree cutting experience.  #hesleptthewholetime.

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IMG_3683We also too him to see the Zoo Lights at the Portland Zoo.  Again, slept through the majority of it.  And in case you’re curious, that’s a rain guard on his stroller.  It’s not like we keep him in a bubble for no reason or anything…. :: side-eye::

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IMG_3673Then we took him to see Santa!  Everyone loves Santa!

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Onto our trip to MN!
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shawnnathompson_christmas_sixCrosby and Rudy.  Total BFFs.

shawnnathompson_christmas_3Girl cousins!

IMG_3808And boy cousins!  Also, please note the zubaz in the lower left corner of this picture.  No, that’s not me.  It’s my brother.  I’m way classier than zubaz.

shawnnathompson_christmas_1Oh wait.shawnnathompson_christmas_7Two chins are better than one. Is our family motto.

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I would have liked to post about a bajillion other photos but my wordpress/dashboard is giving me a helluva time today.  But, I’m sure there is enough self-indulgence in this post to last you until next time.  Right?

Happy New Year, ya muggles! xo


a desert date with my gals.

IMG_0062Last weekend I took a trip to Palm Springs/Yucca Valley with some of my best pals to celebrate babies, birthdays and just other regular life stuff.  It was amazing, and I’m still coming down from the high of hanging out with some of my favorite people in one of my favorite places.  We stayed with my crazy beautiful auntie Jules who lives outside of Yucca Valley about 10 miles. Technically in Rimrock, just past Pioneertown, if we’re talking logistics.  Take a right at the tumbleweed and a left at the 82nd joshua tree, kinda living.  It’s out there.  She so very kindly hosted us at her vacation rental house, which is conveniently situated right across the “street” from her house.  For 3 days we wandered back and forth down the sandy dirt road between the two houses and got completely lost in the beauty and quiet of the high desert. Except… when we weren’t quiet.  Which was often.

I can’t even explain how much I love spending time there.  For the most part, there’s no cell reception, which is just sort of everything.  And as I mentioned, it’s so damn quiet.  Save for the neighbor’s rooster who really has no sense of timing.  Also, the STARS.  The stars just show off out there, totally strutting their stuff.  We definitely saw some galaxies and shit.  But there’s just something about being out in the middle of the desert, away from all the buzz and hum of regular life that makes you appreciate life.  It just gives you the ability to THINK about appreciating life.  Ya know?

I’d been jonesing for some real productive girl’s time lately.  You know the kind where you start talking and don’t stop for 72 hours?  Every man’s worst nightmare.  But last weekend lived up to every ounce of expectation I had for us to just, word vomit all over each other.  In the most ladylike way possible, of course.  I have to say that I have an amazing group of friends – they are by far the most intelligent, driven and beautiful people that I know.  And every time I hang out with them, I leave feeling inspired.  To be a better person, to live healthier, to find joy in my family and career…. this time I also left feeling like I need the next 7 weeks to fly by so I can have a damned glass of damn wine dammit.  Because being the DD is getting a little old?

Speaking of which, you may ask yourself why a 7.3 months pregnant lady would choose Palm Springs as her vacation destination in mid-July, and the answer is whatever.  I’d been wanting to see auntie and my gals and it worked out just so.  Plus, I still haven’t gotten to the point where I’m cursing the heat.  Yet.

Here come the photos, are you excited?

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We took a trip to the Integratron, which is just past the 12th palm tree and over the 72nd hill in Landers.  Have you been?  The sound bath experience is freaking crazy amazing.  You hang out in this sound chamber that supposedly has these special geomagnetic forces and lay down with a bajillion pillows while someone plays crystal bowls and it’s just like this mind explosion for your nervous system.  Pure hippie heaven. If you’re juuuust pregnant enough you’ll want to find that special position on your side and pass out for 20 minutes before your bladder starts barking.  Which will happen if you indulge in the Integratron well water.  The Integratroners are ALL about their well water.  Or something.
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IMG_0030IMG_2488IMG_0039IMG_0046IMG_0009Did I mention that Jules has 4 dogs?  FOUR.  Snuggle heaven. IMG_0036IMG_0053IMG_0055We spent our last night at Pappy and Harriet’s in Pioneertown, which is just the ultimate high desert experience.  With some pretty great mac and cheese if I do say so.  The best kind of way to wrap up a weekend with a bunch of crazy bia’s.

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Until next time, sweet sunset.

THANK YOU Julesy, for the best baby shower weekend.  You are one in a million. OMGMF! xo


a weekend in LA with my loves.

IMG_1276A couple of weeks ago, my high school lady loves and I successfully completed our second annual girls trip.  Which is a big deal for us. Planning a trip with four ladies, at various stages in life, in separate states in America, with liberty and justice for all, takes some major planning.  It also takes multiple forms of childcare, significant other compliance, dog sitters, flight coordination and lots and lots of group text messaging.  But we did it and it was so much fun and now it’s over and I’m depressed the end.

Last year we hit up Austin.  This year was LA’s turn.  And she did not disappoint.  Although the weather could have been a teensy bit warmer?  (I should not be complaining because the weekend I was gone, Portland received 2 inches of snow and the city subsequently shut down for 3 days.  Amateurs.)

We kinda did it all when we were there.  Except not really because it’s LA and you could do something different every day for 12 years without repeats.  But still, we kept it moving.  We played super tourists at the Hollywood sign and the Chinese Theater.  (Who knew that Adam Sandler had such dainty feet?….. We ate our faces off (Umami Burger, Villa Blanca and Lemonade won the weekend. And chocolate chip cookies everywhere.)  We shopped hard at places like Marc Jacobs and Topshop and the Grove…  and Dylan’s Candy Bar.  Because candy.  Ya know.

We also pampered ourselves at Drybar… or in my case, went through some kind of torturous hazing at Drybar.  Among many other things… my stylist dropped foam on my shirt, then told me I should take my shirt off so she could wash it before it stained, then seemed confused and surprised when I didn’t immediately comply with her pushy demands to disrobe.  But seriously, I was wearing that one ratty, hole-y tank top underneath my shirt… you know the one we all have but it’s not worth throwing because it’s worn in juuuust right… but anyway there was no way I was wearing just that in front of a salon full of strangers so I ended up just wearing my leather coat with nothing else for the remainder of my visit while someone washed and dried my vintage shirt in a shampoo sink.  Sigh.  But don’t worry everyone, I powered through and didn’t let my professional blowdry/styling appointment ruin my trip.  Hashtag middle class problems.

We also hit up the Laugh Factory, front row style, where we were heckled by no less than 6 comedians.  One of them being Dane Cook.  Who might want to invest in some more forgiving t-shirts.  But MAYBE he got hair foam on the shirt he was planning to wear and then his only option was to wear his tightest one?  I hear it happens?

We also spent a good chunk of our last day in Malibu at Zuma Beach.  I love Malibu with the force of a thousand suns.  It was the perfect way to wind down the trip and contemplate moving down the coastal ladder from Portland to Los Angeles.  Wouldn’t that be something?  But don’t worry family, we’re not going anywhere.  For now.

It was the best trip.  Ladies, I love you to the moon and back.  You’re the bestest, covered in awesome sauce.   IMG_1296IMG_1323IMG_1318IMG_1285girlies1IMG_1370beach1chinesetheaterbeach2IMG_1344

And a special special thanks to Kali B for hosting us.  Your home became our home and it was perfect.