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happy first birthday, baby lady.


My sweet Billy Molasses,

Today you are 1!  I know every parent says this… but how did this happen??  I truly cannot believe it.

This first year with you seems to have flown by. But at the same time, when I look back on all that’s happened over this last year, it seems like a whole dusty decade has passed. We’ve gone through a lot of stuff as a family in the last 365 days. A WHOLE lot. But absolutely nothing compares to the excitement and joy we’ve had in watching you grow into the amazing little 1-year-old you are today.

A few things about you right now… you are a mama’s girl.  !!!!! And for better or for worse, you would prefer it if I would hold you all.day.long.  That said, you do absolutely adore your papa and give him the sweetest smiles.  And you are obsessed with your big brother.  (Though he’s pretty tough on you sometimes. We’re working on it.)  Seriously, nobody makes you laugh harder than Crosby.  You love to be outside, you love to swing at the park, dance, clap and play peek-a-boo.  You love bath time, and splashing in the dogs water bowls, and climbing stairs.

You are so silly… and sensitive… and curious… and loving. But most of all (and I’m going to sound like a broken record here) you have the sweetest little soul. There’s no way I can explain your sweetness. You just bring such a warmth to our family. There are so many times a day that I stop and look at you and just think, “gah! you’re mine?! how did i get so lucky!!?” Seriously kid, you make me so happy.

If there is anything this past year has shown us, it’s that you are resilient and your life is destined to be full of adventure. There’s no doubt in my mind that you will do amazing things with your life.  I am just so proud to call you mine, and am so very excited to watch you grow. (But seriously, take your time because I’m scared of your teen years.)

I adore you, my sweet Willa. Thank you for being here with us, and for being your joyful and beautiful self.  Love you so much!


happy third birthday, sweet boy.

Happy third birthday, my sweet little boy.

I can’t believe we’re already celebrating one more year of your beautiful life. Looking back on the last year, I truly cannot believe how much you’ve changed. You’re like, a real person now! A silly, stubborn, curious, bold, and oh so very loveable person. A person that I can have conversations with and go on adventures with. A person that makes me laugh so hard without even trying. A person that I grow more in love with every single day.

The past year has been full of adventures for our family. Big adventures…. a new sister, saying goodbye to Portland and all your friends, moving, moving again, and then again. And you’ve handled everything like a champ, just rolling with the punches. You’ve amazed me, kid. To be honest, it’s been a tough year for me with all the changes that we’ve faced. But through it all, you have been the one thing that has kept me grounded. You have been my place of comfort amidst a whole lot of chaos. You have reminded me that no matter where we are in this world, in this life, that our family is my home. And I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.

This past year has also been full of dinosaurs. My god, you love dinosaurs. And animals. And going to the park. And the zoo. And mac and cheese and “special treats”. You love dancing. And playing t-ball in our backyard. You absolutely love reading stories. You love bath time. And swimming. And going for walks. You love watching shows and movies. And the popcorn that goes along with them. (You got that from me, kid. You’re welcome.) You love that you’ve learned to stand up when you pee. (I wish you loved aiming too.) And your stuffed animals. You love bubbles. You love spending time with our families. And meeting new people. (They’re so lucky.)

You completely adore your papa. You have mixed feelings about your sister, but you sure do love making her laugh. And for whatever crazy reason… you seem to love me a whole dang lot. I can’t even tell how much I love you back.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again a million times, I’m so lucky to be your mama. Happy birthday, my guy.

 

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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?

 


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.


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.


one and a half.

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It’s 8:15am and Crosby is already taking his first nap of the day.  Because 5am wakeup.  Whoever said that him getting up before 6am was a “phase” owes me a 10-month supply of Stumptown.  It doesn’t happen EVERY morning anymore, but it still happens more than humanly necessary.  The only positive from this (sleepy) situation is that I get so much accomplished before the rest of the world is still in their REM cycle.  So far this morning I’ve served my kid and I breakfast, done a load of laundry, read 4 books, danced around the dining room to children’s music, talked to my dad, engaged in a lengthy text convo with my pal, scheduled a dental appointment, solved world hunger and (drumroll please) gotten dressed!  ::fistpumps::

I likely won’t do anything else productive for the rest of the day though, so.

But speaking of little Crosboy, he is officially 1 1/2 years old today!  Non-parents reading this are like, WTF who cares.  And I’m all like, I knowwww but half birthday’s mean something when your kid is this little.  I don’t know why?  It’s just a rule or something.  Probably because every month is so significant, developmentally, when they’re this young?  Or maybe it’s because we’re all just so obsessed with our tiny little monkeys, we’ll take any excuse to talk about them/celebrate them/make ourselves feel bad about how quickly they’re growing.

So what does one do on their child’s 1 1/2th birthday?  Well, for starters I sang half of the happy birthday song to him before I laid him down for his nap.  I also gave him a one-armed hug.  I went in for a high-five but stopped halfway.  I only changed half of his diaper.  (I’ll just let you think about that for a moment….)

Am I doing this right?

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Realistically, I know that a half birthday isn’t cause for a huge celebration.  But that’s not going to stop me from giving Crosby 100 extra kisses and “i love you’s” today.   It’s also not going to stop me from taking 50 extra photos and saying “hello” to him a dozen more times in hopes that his sweet little voice will say “HEYYOW!” back to me.  It’s not going to stop me from looking the other way when he feeds the dogs his banana, because it makes him laugh so hard.  It’s not going to stop me from letting him take out and put on every single pair of shoes in my closet, even though he always trips in the heels AND it’ll take me forever to put them all away.  It’s not going to stop me from tickling/kissing all his chins as much as possible because I know he won’t let me do that shiz forever.  It’s also not going to stop me from writing this sappy blog post about my baby guy who is becoming more like a… boy guy… every single day.

And so anyways, the point of all this is to say happy half birthday, sweet baby guy.  I think you’ve earned yourself half of a cookie today.  shawnnathompson_halfbirthday3Maybe even two.

 


our holiday photos. AKA that day I wore makeup.

untitled-3143-EditA while ago we took some photos with our new friend Amy for our second annual holiday card.  I proclaimed my change in heart about holiday cards last year and I gotta say, my love for them has only grown since.  And once again, I blame Crosby. I think I speak for every parent in America when I’ll take any opportunity to say, LOOK AT HOW CUTE MY KID IS!  No but seriously, how cute is my kid?

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Right?

Here are my thoughts on taking photos with a toddler.  Don’t.  I’m JUST KIDDING!  Photoshoots with toddlers are a blast!!! ::side-eye::

Revelation time.  Before I had Crosby, I would look at other folk’s family photos in which everyone was smiling/looking at the camera and think, oh what a cute family.  And then I’d move on with my life.  Now that I have my own tiny little gremlin, I fully understand what a miracle it is to get a decent family photo.  It takes just the right combination of patience, flexibility, a sense of humor, a four-leaf clover, a genie in a bottle, a sprinkling of unicorn dust, and a jug of Carlo Rossi.  And a kick-ace photographer.  Luckily, my personal preference for family photos are more candid/lifestyle shots than super posed.  So I don’t feel too much pressure to get a perfect photo of all of us smiling at the camera while wearing matching denim shirts and making a human pyramid in front of waterfall.  Or something.  Though that does sound like fun…. Anyways!  Even though Crosby was quite squirrely when we took these photos, we still had a ton of fun bebopping around our neighborhood and cheesin’ it up.

Ok, here we go.  There are quite a few, so.  See ya.

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You did it!  We did it!

And thanks so much, Amy!

 

 


happy first birthday, baby boy.

shawnnathompson_crosbyturns1Dear Crosby,

Today is your first birthday.  You are one whole year old.

(Pause for some hysterical sobbing.  No really I’m fine it’s fine everything is FINE.)

Way back when you were still in my belly house, I made a plan to write you a letter on your first birthday.  But it seemed so far off, almost to the extent that I couldn’t even imagine it.  And then I blinked… and here we are.  One year!  One year full of ups, downs, twists, turns, somersaults, cartwheels, bellyflops, and a whole lotta poop.  My favorite year, ever.

I’ve been feeling pretty nostalgic this past week.  I’ve been thinking about where I was and what I was feeling a year ago.  Exactly one year ago from the moment I’m writing this, I was waking up in the hospital from a restless night’s sleep.  I’d been induced the night before and I knew I would be meeting you today.  I was nervous, excited, scared, and so so incredibly eager to meet the little gremlin that had been kicking me in the ribs for the past 38 weeks.  After a pretty intense day, you finally made your way into the world.  When your papa told me “it’s a boy!”, I felt a joy that I could never even attempt to describe in words.  And I’ve felt that joy every single day since.

You, my boy, are everything.  You are the silliest, sweetest, most curious baby I know.  You are so independent, it amazes me.   You’re smart.  You’re confident.  You have the best sense of humor.  And you are already like, way cooler than I’ll ever be.  Every day I thank my lucky stars that I get to hang out with you for the rest of my life.  (Please don’t ever leeeeave me!)

Listen up kid, because this is the most important part.  If you should ever read this, I want you to know that I am so incredibly proud to be your mama.  I want you to know that I will love and support you unconditionally, forever.  I want you to know that your papa and I have become better people and a better team, because of you.  I really want you to know that we couldn’t possibly love you more.

We have a lot of life to look forward to with you, but until then… I want to wish you a very happy birthday, sweet baby guy.

I love you so.


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.


shawnnathompson_sanfran_9If only this photo could be a scratch-and-sniff.

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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