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a post about our trip to san francisco and napa. but mostly it’s a post about food.

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Our trip to San Francisco has come and gone, and all I have to show for it is a sizeable decrease in my bank account and a few extra pounds that have taken up residence on my ass.  The true marks of a great vacation.  Is what I always say.  To make myself feel better.  About coming back from vacation fatter and poorer.  This is getting sad.  It’s supposed to be happy!  Because we had a great trip!  Here let me tell you all about it!  Do these exclamation points help!

When Casey and I were first deciding where to go for our 5-year anniversary trip, San Francisco immediately popped into my mind because A. I love it, B. Casey had never been there, and C. It’s proximity to Portland.  It’s not super far, but since we did have to fly there, it still seemed pretty vacation-y.  Which are important characteristics when you’re leaving your kid for the very first time.  (He did great while we were gone, BTW.  So did I!  I swear! Are these exclamation points still working! K!)

Let’s just dive right into the pictures, shall we?

shawnnathompson_sanfran_25The very first thing we did when we got into the city was rent bikes and bike across the Golden Gate Bridge and into Sausalito.  I’ve always wanted to do it and I thought it’d be a great way for us to see some of the quintessential tourist spots at the same time.  It was amazingly fun.  Except wearing a used helmet.  That’s never fun.

shawnnathompson_sanfran_24 shawnnathompson_sanfran_23Bucket list type of ish happening right about here.  Seriously so cool, but also?  Windy, high, narrow, soaking palms. Are all other ways to describe it.


shawnnathompson_sanfran_21Casey: “No more selfies while we’re biking over a giant bridge, k?”

shawnnathompson_sanfran_22This view this view THIS VIEW!


shawnnathompson_sanfran_20And hey, how about we agree that’s enough pictures of us bike riding?

Is it bike riding or riding bike? Who decides these things?

shawnnathompson_sanfran_27shawnnathompson_sanfran_28After Sausalito we took the ferry back to San Francisco rather than biking back across the bridge, because have you seen that hill into Sausalito??? That hill is not on my bucket list.

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shawnnathompson_sanfran_30Irish coffees at the Buena Vista Cafe are da bomb!  (sorry)  They’re really good.  We stopped here for a bike break and saddled up at the bar, as we do, and there was a couple sitting next to us who we were SURE were father/daughter but then he put his hand on her knee in a not fatherly way and I’m not sure why I’m telling you this story. But the coffee, the coffee is really good.


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shawnnathompson_sanfran_7Ahh the Ferry Building.  Also known as “Wear stretch pants next time” Building.  I’m pretty sure I read that on a plaque somewhere…  We had skipped breakfast on this particular day, so we took it upon ourselves to try a selection of things from a plethora of establishments.  Which is a fancy way of saying we ate a lot.  If you happen to be headed here sometime soon, might I suggest the ahi tuna poke at the San Francisco Fish Company and the lemongrass pork noodles at The Slanted Door?  (We were tipped off to the pork noodles by approx. 10 friends, so I feel it is my duty to pay it forward.)  Then grab a couple of macarons at Miette and a coffee at Blue Bottle and you’re good to go!  You can skip the chocolate milk at Cowgirl Creamery, because Casey says it was meh.  And Casey is a choco milk connoisseur.   But their cheese looked like heaven on Earth.  So, maybe try that.


shawnnathompson_sanfran_5shawnnathompson_sanfran_6shawnnathompson_sanfran_18While we’re (always) on the subject of food, we met up with some friends for dinner one night at Burma Love.  Which we would HIGHLY recommend!  So delicious, it was.  But our very favorite meal the entire trip was at Park Tavern.  We ordered the game hen in truffle butter and I practically weeped the next morning when I realized we forgot to put my leftovers in the mini fridge the night before.  Travesty.  What’s the ruling on cooked game hen that’s been out all night?  Can someone tell me for future reference?

shawnnathompson_sanfran_17Sadly, I could not sleep in at all the entire trip.  For no other reason than my body is just used to getting up at the buttcrack of dawn.  Each night I’d wake up numerous times throughout the night and then be up for the day by 6.  Isn’t that just the saddest thing you’ve ever heard?  But dry your eyes little grasshoppers!  The silver lining of waking up early in a hotel room is that you can watch Gilmore Girls in bed.  Happy vacation to me!

shawnnathompson_sanfran_16You know what I really love about Chinatown?  Not just the little trinket shops and dim sum restaurants, although those are all lovely, but the apartments and homes above them.  I love seeing the little old women poking their heads out of their windows and hollering to their husbands below.  I think it’s charming to see the clothes pinned across the fire escape to dry.  I love when the little kiddos faces flash past the windows as they run from room to room.  It’s so thrilling to me, all that life happening right above where we shop and eat.  You know what I mean?  I kept saying to Casey, all these people live here!  We’re just here on a vacation but they actually live here.  How exciting!  Well, exciting until they see me peeking into their windows.  Then I’m sure it gets a little weird.

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shawnnathompson_sanfran_11Second trip to Miette.  Not sorry about it.  I ended up getting those candies up there.  See them?  Yah, those.


shawnnathompson_sanfran_8Ahh Mr. Holmes Bakehouse, home of the cruffin.  Guys, listen.  I know that the whole cruffin/duffin/cronut phenomenon is a bit trendy and snobnoxious.  But when something tastes as good as ^^this^^, I will happily wait in line with the rest of Instagram to get mine.  SO GOOD.

shawnnathompson_sanfran_4Ok ok enough food already!  So then we went to Napa for approximately 24 hours.  Just enough time to visit 4 vineyards and eat 2.5 delicious meals.  The .5 is the “leftover” cruffins we ate on the way there on Friday.  (Are they considered leftovers if we only bought them 2 hours earlier?  Yes.  Is the answer we’re looking for.)  Oops, sorry, we’re talking about food again.

shawnnathompson_sanfran_26shawnnathompson_sanfran_14^^This place^^ was THE most beautiful winery I’ve ever been to. (Thanks A&A!)  It’s in a cave and the wine is insane and everything is extremely elegant and sophisticated.  Everything.  Except… that they use Softsoap handsoap in the bathrooms?  I mean, there is absolutely nothing wrong with Softsoap.  We’ve bought Softsoap before.  It just surprised me that this winery, with an LED light installation on the ceiling of the bathroom, had a row of Softsoaps lined up next to the sinks.  I mean, I guess if you’re going to save money somewhere it might as well be on hand soap, right?…

Yah, I’m not sure what’s wrong with me.  I need to get a life, pronto. 

Anyways, Softsoap and all, it was amazing.  We bought one bottle of wine there that cost Crosby his freshman year of college.  Sorry, kid.  Freshman year is overrated anyways.  #not

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shawnnathompson_sanfran_3Another beautiful winery, where we tasted wine at 9:45 AM.  WHAT IS THIS LIFE.


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Annnnnd then we left.  Which means we’re done with the pictures.  Which also means you made it to the end of this post. Great job, blog soldiers.  Thanks for indulging me.  And another big huge thank you to my mom and stepdad, who took perfect care of our little guy while we were gone.  Couldn’t have done it without you!

Ok sorry, one more photo! And one last happy 5th anniversary to my guy.  Love you more than cruffins and game hen, Mr. T.

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my first mudder’s day.

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My first Mother’s Day is in the books!  Except that it’s not actually in any books because I am terrible at documenting things in journals or baby books.  Does this blog count?  As the worst baby book ever?  Anyhoo, Mother’s Day numero uno is down the hatch.  I mentioned in my last post that my mom is here from MN for the week and so I got to spend the day with both her and my little family.  She and I haven’t been able to spend Mother’s Day together for a long long time, at least since before Casey and I moved away from MN 5 years ago, and so to spend my very first one with her was pretty great.  I feel like since I’m an actual participant of the holiday this year, the whole day seemed to carry a new significance and weight.  But like, happy weight.  Not like, too many burritos weight.  Somehow, being on the other side of the Mother’s Day equation this year made me appreciate the special women in my life even more than before.  And appreciate that I have this day to feel appreciated as a woman and a mother.  Are you guys still reading this or have your eyes rolled out of your face?

So anyways, the point of all this is that my day was lovely.  Casey got up with Crosby at 6am so that I could sleep in until a luxurious 7am.  DREAM BIG.  Which honestly was amazing, especially considering we had both been up late the night before celebrating at our friends’ wedding.  (“Celebrating” is code for drinking too many old fashioned’s and dancing my ballz off on the dance floor to the point where my feet huuuurt the next morning. Hashtag this is 30.)  So that extra hour of sleep did wonders for my fuzzy soul that morning.  Once I woke up I was greeted with some hot coffee and slobbery kisses by my little baby guy, followed by cards and sweet gifts and more coffee.  Then we all went to breakfast at the same place that Casey and I went for Mother’s Day last year.  I smell a tradition!  It’s crazy to read back on that post and think about how much has changed since then.  Like the thickness of my hair.  And thinking 7am is sleeping in.

Later that day my mom and I ran a few baby-free errands, which may seem like a boring activity to some, but in actuality is akin to taking a small vacation.  Walking through Target with free hands is a luxury, my friends.  Leisurely browsing sandals and stopping to very carefully select the best ziplocs is the stuff mom dreams are made of.  Or something.  My sweet mama also bought me a few plants for our porch that I have really high hopes for.  I’m going to go ahead and give them an expected life span of the whole entire summer.  You hear me plant gods?  They will survive!  Or at the very least, they will NOT fall of the edge of the porch and go unnoticed for 2 weeks, like some petunias I know.

Then that evening we rented a movie and ate snacks and it was a perfectly lovely ending to a perfectly lovely day.  Except I don’t know if I would recommend Cake as an appropriate film to watch on Mother’s Day.  Take my word for it.  The storyline will make you want to grow a human kangaroo pouch and shove your kid inside and never let them leave.  But I do give Jennifer Aniston’s performance in it a solid A-.  Team Jen for life, is my perspective on things.

And that’s the story of my very first Mother’s Day!  It was good.  Thanks to my family, and especially to my little baby boy who will always be the one who made me a mama.  I love you, Crosby.

I hope you all had a lovely day celebrating the great women in your life.  Or at the very least, drinking some really good coffee and buying ziplocs.

More pics from our day, if you please!

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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.

 


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.

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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


thank.full.

IMG_8342Today I am thankful for….

  • Grainy iphone selfies with my family. #felfies?
  • My sweet, chubby, serious and curious, baby boy.
  • Good friends, a few of whom will be coming over to celebrate Thanksgiving with us today.
  • My sister-in-law, for her killer cheesecake recipe.
  • My mom, for texting me said cheesecake recipe when I told her I couldn’t find it but really was just too lazy to look very hard.
  • My whole family actually, Casey’s too. We’ve got some good ones.
  • Being a meat-eater again, because last years tofurkey just didn’t hit the spot…. the way a real dead animal does.  <—- Yeesh.  Oh man… having second thoughts…
  • Ok let’s be honest, I’m thankful for all the beige Thanksgiving foods.
  • Coffee. Because coffee.
  • New mom friends, who understand the importance of discussing the color of our baby’s poop.
  • My baby.
  • My bloggity blog readers. High-fives all around.
  • Dry shampoo.
  • Wine. Of all ages and ethnicities.
  • Finally being able to fit into a few of my more forgiving pre-baby jeans.
  • Maternity jeans, because they could actually be rebranded as Thanksgiving pants.
  • The fact that Christmas tree farms open tomorrow.  Yes, we will be first in line.
  • Crosby.
  • Our new car. No, it’s not a minivan. But it does make me feel responsible and mom-ish.  And it does have a steering wheel warmer, which is a game changer for my Nightmare Before Christmas hands.
  • Christmas movies and music, moving into the rotation.
  • My dogs, for still loving me just as much even though I give them about 67% less attention than I used to, pre-baby.
  • My husband, for loving me just as much as much even though I give him about 67% less attention than I used to, pre-baby.
  • My husband for being such a good papa to our baby.
  • Did I mention my baby?

And hey, happy Thanksgiving back!


ooh child, things are gonna get easier.

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Hi friends!  First of all, I want to say thank you times a million to the lovely people who reached out or sent messages after my last post.  I really had no idea that so many of our friends and family had gone through such similar reflux/colic/crybaby situations.  Though it seems like many of your experiences were much much worse than ours.  Bless your hearts.  Your stories and reassurances and suggestions (especially the ones that included wine) were taken to heart and I sincerely appreciate it.  I would never wish a crying baby on anyone, but I must say it’s nice to be in the company of so many amazing mamas and papas.  Kindred spirits and all that jazz.

Want to hear the good news?  Crosby’s reflux medication seems to be working!  (She says as she knocks on every piece of wood in a 12-mile radius.)  I’ve been super hesitant to actually say that for fear of jinxing us and having it all blow up in my face.  But we’ve been going on a week+ of pretty good days.  Don’t get me wrong, baby boy still has his moments and meltdowns but it’s nothing like it was a few weeks ago.  And the biggest change is that his tummy pain seems to be under control.  Thank all the gods.  Nothing worse than seeing a baby, especially your own baby, in pain.  And especially when it revolves around food.  Food is one of the best thing in life.  I can’t imagine not being able to enjoy eating.  (Says the lady who still has 10 pounds of baby weight to lose.)  Anyways.  Please join me in crossing your fingers, toes and any other loose appendages and praying that the medication continues to work.  Forever and ever amen.

Switching gears. Can I be basic for a moment and talk about how I can’t believe the holidays are almost here.  Can you?  Are you ready?  Have you decorated already?  Did you start Christmas shopping yet?  Did you hear about those two people who are already in line at Best Buy for Black Friday?  I’ve never really participated in Black Friday shopping so I don’t totally understand.  I mean, yes, you get a great deal on something… but is it really worth standing in line for 2 friggin weeks?  Am I missing something?  I don’t understand the desire to camp on the cement for weeks in order to save $14 on a CD-ROM or whatever.  No but really.  Why is this becoming such a phenomenon?  This camping out for Black Friday business.  Unless, is there free food associated with it?  Because then I might understand.

I repeat: 10 pounds of baby weight.

Anyways.  Even though they’ve crept up so quickly this year, I could not be more excited to experience the holidays with my babybooboomunchkinsmoochyface.  I’m giddy just thinking about bringing Crosby to pick out a Christmas tree, and to see Santa, and to see Christmas lights for the first time!  Even though he has no idea what Christmas is or who Santa is or you know, that he even has eyes yet…  ….. Well you know what it’s not really about him is it?  It’s about ME.  And I’m pumped.  Casey and I have been talking about starting some new family traditions now that there are three of us.  Which is terribly exciting but also there’s lots of pressure to come up with traditions that we won’t break in a year or two or 10.  You know what they say… a broken tradition is the number one cause of rebellion and crime in young children.  No not really, nobody says that.  But I really want to come up with ideas that we can and will want to continue for many years.  Anyone have any good ideas that we can steal?  All I can come up with are things that revolve around food.

Update: 11 pounds of baby weight.  I just ate a donut.

Welp.  I’ve written just about this entire post with one hand while holding a donut Crosby in the other.  So let’s do us all a favor and move onto the photo portion of this field trip.  Which includes pics from when my mom and stepdad were here, and then when Casey’s parents were here, and then other cute pics of my baby just because.  Go forth and prosper.

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This kid is a natural at the deadpan stare.  I have a feeling he’s going to speak fluent sarcasm when he’s older, just like his mama…. Poor Casey.


the little pumpkin that cried: a tale of a two-month old.

Hi friends!  I sincerely apologize for the radio silence around here lately.  Every day/week I have high hopes of making a blog post but you know.  Other stuff just gets in the way…. baby, laundry, episodes of The Voice, yadda yadda yadda.

But if we’re being honest here, the real reason I haven’t posted lately is that we’ve had a difficult last few weeks.  We’re not 100% sure why yet but for the past month, Crosby has been upset and crying.  Like, all the time.  And it’s been exhausting and defeating trying to find out why.  We’ve been doing research and of course everyone has an opinion on what’s going on with him… lactation consultants have been consulted (it’s a foremilk/hindmilk imbalance!), family and friends have been questioned (it’s colic! call a chiropractor! allergies!), google has been pillaged (your baby has some incurable disease!)…  and the latest diagnosis from our pediatrician is that our little dude likely has acid reflux.  We’ve started him on some medication and fingers crossed that this is the answer we’ve been looking for.

Because honestly guys?  It’s been really hard.  Yes, it’s exhausting and frustrating and LOUD.  But by far the worst part is seeing my little guy so sad and not knowing why or what I can do make him feel better.  It seems unnatural that I can’t immediately figure it out and fix it for him.  I guess I should get used to that feeling?  Many days I feel like all I do, all day long, is attempt to stop him from crying.  I keep searching for THE solution to soothe him (he likes it when you swaddle him with this blanket, hold him at a 45 degree angle, bounce at a rate of 2 up-and-downs per second, while running the vacuum cleaner, rubbing your stomach and patting your head...) but what works once never seems to work again.  And even when I do manage to calm him, I get anxiety waiting for him to start crying again.  Sigh.  Hold me.

I learned very early on, actually during Crosby’s birth, to throw all my expectations out the window.  Because things are not ever going to go the way I imagined them to.  But still, it’s hard to not feel a little bummed that our baby’s second month has been so hard.  Especially when I see other moms and babies who seem to have it all together.  I find myself getting jealous of friends who post pictures of their happy, smiling babies on Facebook or Instagram… I envy the other moms in baby class whose little one’s lay happily on their backs without screaming bloody murder… I even resent the perfect babies on the diaper commercials who just smile and giggle up at their stupid perfect mothers.  Sidenote: wouldn’t it be great if diaper commercials were realistic?  Like, instead of showing a picture-perfect mother cuddling her stylish newborn on a white couch while wearing a beige sweater set, they should show a woman in her sweatpants and bra, her hair held up by a chip clip, softly singing Hall & Oates “Maneater” to her baby who is juuuust about to fall asleep inside a padded laundry basket that she’s been jiggling just so for the last 20 minutes, until her dogs bark at the mailman and then the baby wakes up, shits his pants and starts screaming. Or you know, whatever.

Where was I?  Ahh yes, jealousy.  I’m working on letting it go.  I found a quote from Teddy Roosevelt the other day that I love, which is “comparison is the thief of joy”.  Hashtag truth.  I’ve been repeating it to myself lately whenever I find myself envying another parent or baby.  Because I know that every single one of them has something they’re dealing with.  Or will deal with.  And it’s probably much much worse than what we’re working through.  And even if it’s not, I shouldn’t compare our story to theirs.

So now is when I reassure you that it’s not all whomp whomp over here.  Promise.  The afternoons and evenings can be rough but Crosby is actually a pretty happy baby in the morning.  And in between meltdowns, we’ve had a lot of fun with our chubby little guy.  He actually started to smile two weeks ago.  If you ever want to hear the most deranged sounds come out of a grown woman’s mouth, watch her see her baby smile for the first time.  I’m pretty sure the first time I saw it, I regurgitated a foghorn…  and then I burst into tears because hormones.  It was pure joy.  We also celebrated Casey’s 30th birthday.  (!!!OLD!!)  And Crosby had his very first non-family-member babysitter.  (Thanks Rebecca!  So sorry Crosby’s 5-day constipation streak ended on your watch…)  We also just had my mom and stepdad here visiting last week, which I am HOPING to write a separate post about very soon.  (At the rate I’m going, you can expect to see it here in about 3-7 months.  Stay tuned.)  And of course, we got to experience Crosby’s first Halloween!  We kicked off the day at the doctor’s office… I’m an asshole and scheduled Crosby’s 2-month shots on Halloween morning.  Apparently I couldn’t wait to expose my child to his first Halloween scare.  Luckily Cros took the shots like a champ and then was alarmingly chill the rest of the day.  Chill enough to wear his costume and not cry through a Halloween party at Casey’s office.  I’m slightly disappointed in myself for not putting together a more creative costume for him… homemade costumes are usually my jam, but this year a $6 consignment store pumpkin suit was too perfect to pass up.  Wanna see?

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SO that’s what we’ve been up to lately!  Here’s hoping the meds work and I’ll be back here again soon with stories of happiness, more smiles, and poop.  There will always be poop.


the story of our week. it’s a real page-turner…

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It’s Friday!  Thank the gods… because we’ve had a really bipolar week this week.  Not, like emotionally.  Just, in general.  Here, let me explain it in an absurd amount of detail for you.  Because I know your weekend plans include reading this blog post.  Right?  Right???  Hello?…

Okay here we go.  Crosby and I had a great day on Monday.  He was cute and sweet and did the perfect rotation of eat, burp, sleep, poop, repeat.  His naps were long and chill enough that I was able to get SO much stuff done around the house.  I cleaned, I made tons of calls and answered a bunch of emails.  I finally got my sweaters out of storage and then I attempted to pack up my maternity clothes but let’s be honest I’ll be wearing a lot of that junk for the next few months rest of my life.  I also made a nice dinner and DESSERT.  What?!  We played and I showered him with kisses and the whole day was glorious and I was all, hey I got this mom thing down! Give me three more babies! 

Then Tuesday came along and Crosby was all, I gave you Monday, today is MINE!   And then he proceeded to scream all.day.long.  We had plans to run errands and meet up with some mom/baby friends.  But Crabbysby was not having any of it.  Poor guy screamed nonstop, and I couldn’t figure out why.  He even threw in a blowout and peed all over me, just to top it off.  He cried, I cried, it was probably our hardest day yet.

Luckily I had happy hour plans with friends that night so I was able to pass the babe off to papa Casey and take a little sanity break.  And drown my sorrows in a brewski.  And have adult conversations!  That didn’t revolve around breastmilk!  It was lovely.  Obviously though I’m a little rusty at HH because I didn’t realize until the next day that I had completely forgotten to pay my bill and left my credit card at the bar.  That’s how fried my brain was.  If you’re wondering, the ultimate walk of shame entails walking into a bar the next day, to pay your tab from the night before that only has ONE beer on it, with your baby in tow.  Sheesh.

Moving on to Wednesday!  I had a doctor appointment scheduled for that morning and I was having an anxiety attack, assuming that Crosby was going to be a total cry-fest the whole time.  But he must have popped a Tylenol PM when I wasn’t looking because he slept through my entire appointment, plus a lunch date in the ‘burbs with papa.  I kept thinking he was going to wake up at any moment… but he just kept sleeping. (Don’t worry I neurotically checked to make sure he was breathing every 3 seconds)  So I took advantage and ran a few more errands.  We were finally heading home and the little buddy was still snoozing so I thought I’d push my luck one last time and hit the drive-thru at Starbucks.  Big mistake.  As soon as I placed my order, he started crying.  And of course there were 5 cars ahead of me.  And of course there was no way to just duck out of this drive-thru line other than to wait for everyone in front of me.  At one point I had my car in park and half of my body was in the backseat trying to comfort him.  I think the people ahead of me must have ordered the most difficult and complex coffees ever because we were in that stupid line for what felt like 7 forevers.  It reminded me of one time a bunch of years ago when Casey and I waited in the drive-thru at Taco John’s for 30 solid minutes.  It was ridiculous, but you do what you gotta do for potato oles. ShyaknowhatImean?  Anytaco, we raced home after Starbucks and after I finally calmed him down, the rest of the day was great.  That night we went to the food carts for dinner and Crosby again slept the whole time. Which got me to thinking that maybe we just need to be out and about doing stuff all day in order for him to sleep/be chill.  Cool with me, but could someone please buy us a second car and give me spending money to be able to go and do stuff everyday?  That’d be great thanks.

On Thursday Crosby ate approximately every 10 minutes.  Or so it seemed.  I think our longest stretch between feedings was an hour and a half…. eeps!  I felt like a human keg.  I basically walked around all day without my shirt on, with a baby strapped to my boob.  Remind me to show this post (and this paragraph in particular) to Crosby when he’s old enough to be thoroughly embarrassed by it.  Love you Crosbybooboo!

Cut to today.  Today has been lovely so far!  My sweet little Crosby did crap in the baby tub, but he hasn’t really cried much so I’ll count my blessings.  Or pick my battles.  Whatever.  He’s napping now so I’m furiously typing out this post while trying to eat lunch so please excuse any typos or run on sentences or words that I might have made up… Oh, you’re saying that happens in every post?  Well thne, nevermind and we’ll move on to the next paragraph because blerg.

And that my friends, is our atrociously exciting week, in a nut shell.  Now aren’t you glad you stopped by?

To send you off, here are a few pictures from our trip to the pumpkin patch and corn maze last weekend. (I took my last post about enjoying fall seriously.)  It was so much fun!  Even though I have no actual pictures of Crosby from the day.  I had visions of getting a cute picture with him laying in a pile of pumpkins or whatever.  But he was sleeping so peacefully in his Ergo, I didn’t dare wake him up.  How do all the fancy mom instagrammers do it?

shawnnathompson_pumpkinpatch_8Hey look, a corn maize!…

shawnnathompson_pumpkinpatch_5Please excuse Casey’s look of bewilderment, he was CORNfused.  Heh heh. Heh…. Sorry.

shawnnathompson_pumpkinpatch_9And when the wind blows hard and the sky is black, ducks fly together!  (Name that movie)

shawnnathompson_pumpkinpatch_7Just… bein a stalker.  Get it?  Corn… stalk… stalker? ?? Please don’t leave me.

shawnnathompson_pumpkinpatch_6Isn’t that the cutest little balding head you ever did see?? Heart eyes.

shawnnathompson_pumpkinpatch_2“Hey, how about that orange one over there?” (Casey Thompson, pumpkin patch 2014.)

shawnnathompson_pumpkinpatch_3Just another gourdinary day.  … I promise I’m done.

shawnnathompson_pumpkinpatch1And a family foto to take you out…

Happy weekend!


and on our 4th anniversary we ate all the food in portland.

IMG_6363Yesterday was Casey and my 4th wedding anniversary and I must say, I think it was our best one yet.  We didn’t do anything crazy or out of the ordinary (unless you consider two stops for dessert out of the ordinary, which we don’t) but it was still just a real great day. It started out with us exchanging cards.  And by that I mean I left a really nice letterpress card by Casey’s bag before I left for my morning walk with the dogs, so that he’d be sure to find it before he left for work… and when I returned from my walk, there was a freshly homemade card waiting for me on the table that included some very artistic drawings of Casey and I (as bears), the dogs, and a tiny bear drawn inside my belly.  That card made me laugh, is what it did.  It’s a framer for sure.

And then I unexpectedly had most of the afternoon off of work – which was so great but what I did with that afternoon off was clean the kitchen, do a load of laundry, read for about 20 minutes and then get some work-type writing done.  Not the most terribly exciting way to spend an afternoon off, but hey.  After all that excitement, the dogs and I were laying in bed waiting for Casey to get home and every 3 minutes or so I’d hear a fly buzz by and every 3.1 minutes or so I’d hear Eddie snap his mouth open and shut, trying to catch that fly.  Which I thought was funny, but really I’d be so grossed out if he actually caught it.  Eddie is also obsessed with the squirrels in our backyard.  Every morning when we let him outside he sprints over to our magnolia tree, climbs halfway up it and waits for squirrels.  And of course Casey and I look at each other and laugh but what the hell would we actually do if he caught a squirrel?  I would freak.the.fack.out.  Can you imagine?

So anyways.  Casey made it home in record time (5:30!) so we had the joy of leisurely making our way to dinner at a fancy Mexican restaurant we’d been wanting to try.  It was a perfect 75 degrees out and we got a coveted spot on the patio and all was well in the world.  Although at one point when we were ordering our meals the waiter interrupted us and pointed at me and say “oh hey, you’re…. congratulations” as he pointed directly south of my neck.  He obviously had caught a glimpse of my baby belly, but it caught me off guard because really only the top half of my stomach was visible above the table and so what I thought he was pointing at was my tator tots.  I thought he was congratulating my boobs.  So he’s standing there pointing at my chestal area and my face turns 50 shades of red and I basically just respond by saying “I’ll have the special”.  And that’s the end of that story.  But the food was great!  And they whipped me up a virgin mojito which made me fee like a girl of 21 again.  So fun. The best part was definitely the company though (awwww).

We followed up dinner by driving to NE Portland to a restaurant that’s known for their bread pudding.  And if you know Casey, you know that bread pudding is his mistress.  We seriously considered ordering the fried pickles along with the bread pudding, because Casey loves anything fried and I love anything edible at this point.  But we refrained and stuck to the dessert which was ridiculous… I can’t really think about it without drooling down my shirt.

After we rolled ourselves out of that joint, I had the brilliant idea of hitting up a bakery we’d been wanting to try because it was still open and we were in the neighborhood and when all the stars align like that, you just have to do it.  So off we went to food stop #3 where we bought a piece of toffee to share and some cinnamon rolls for this morning and like I said.  It was the best anniversary, ever.

anniversary4_3anniversary4_2[ they served our bread pudding with a side of corn bread. which we ate, of course. can’t be rude… ]
anniversary4_4[ And one throwback picture from our wedding because that’s what you do when you blog about anniversaries. ]

Love you times a million, baby daddy.  xx


twenty-nine and one day.

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I celebrated my 29th birthday yesterday.  It was a really great day but you know what?  I feel a little sorry for 29.  It seems like kind of a lost cause because all it really means is that the countdown to 30 has begun.  Or at least that’s what everyone kept telling me…. “it’s the last year of your 20’s!”….”NEXT YEAR is the big one!”… “you’re old!”…. blah blah blah.   But in all honesty, I’m pretty pumped for 29.  I feel like I’m in a really good place in my life and this next year will be a reflection of that.  I know, I know, it’s going to be nuts with the little one coming into our lives but I still think it’s going to be a pretty bitchin’ year.

You hear that 29?  I have high hopes for you.

Last night Casey asked me what my favorite parts of year 28 were… and it was honestly hard to say because so.much.happened.  In the past year I’ve had 3 jobs, bought a house, adopted another dog and got knocked up.  I also fell off my bike and we hosted lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of visitors, among other things.  But who’s counting?  For real though, that’s kind of a lot of major events to cram into 365 days.  We crossed a lot of things off of the list of life and I’m both proud and scared of how much we accomplished.  That said, I definitely want to take it easier this year… keep things simple.  So my only goals for year 29 are simply to birth a kid and win the lottery.

I read back on my 28th birthday post from last year and it’s crazy to think that in one year from today, I will probably look back on this post too.  I imagine I’ll be reading it on this very same laptop, from the comfort of my living room (which will be spotless) with my perfect, healthy, beautiful baby on my lap (who doesn’t ever cry and sleeps 10 hours a night) while sipping a kale smoothie (cuz I’ve already got my pre-baby body back, duh).   Or not.  You know.

Quick birthday recap:

strollinBefore birthday dinner last night, we picked up the stroller that we ordered – the Baby Jogger Summit x3 – which we scored on super sale.  This is the very first baby thing that we’ve bought so far.  Pretty exciting stuff.  Eddie concurs.

birthdateCasey took me to the sweetest little Italian restaurant…  which I don’t have any pictures of because I was too busy inhaling my food.  And flicking splatters of white wine sauce on my new maternity shirt.

Here’s to the next 365….!