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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?

 


we’re moving!

Big news, guys.  We’re moving!  Back to the motherland, Minnesota.  My super smart hubs got himself a sweet job offer at Target HQ and to make a very long story short, he accepted it.  WE accepted it.  And so, we move.  Back to the land of hotdish, parkas, lakes, mayonnaise-based salads, and talking about the weather.  Back to where both Casey and I grew up, where we first started dating (in 9th grade), then broke up (10th grade), got back together (junior year of college) and fell in love.  Back to where we got married and back to where we made the decision to leave Minnesota in the first place and have some adventures.  Since then we’ve lived in Tucson, Chicago, Tucson again and Portland.  And now, it’s time to go home.

This decision wasn’t made lightly.  In fact it was THE most bittersweet decision we’ve ever had to make.  We are so in love with Portland and the life that we’ve made here but at the end of the day… we miss our families.  And now that we have two little ones it’s become even harder to be away from them.  Both Casey and I grew up close to our families and extended families, and we want the same thing for our kiddos.  We can’t wait to see our parents/siblings/grandparents/aunts/uncles/cousins more than 1-2 times a year.  We can’t wait to celebrate holidays and birthdays and all that happy crap with our fams.  BUT.  We (me especially) are pretty devastated to leave this wonderful place that we’ve called home for the last 5 years.  We have done and seen and grown so much here… I’m absolutely heartbroken to say goodbye to this city and the family of friends we’ve made here.

Adulting is so hard sometimes.  Hold me!

We leave in one week.  (We’ve been slow to share our news with the larger population.)  All of our stuff is being packed/moved/stored for us (double fist pump!), so we basically just need to pack a few things and get on an airplane.  And by “a few things”, I mean: 2 dogs + dog crates, 3 large suitcases, 3 large carry-ons, 2 car seats, a stroller, a pack and play, a diaper bag… and a partridge in a pear tree.  We’re going to look like a hot mess rolling up to the airport!  We’ll be staying in temporary housing in downtown Minneapolis until we find a new house.  We’ll also be putting our Portland house on the market as soon as we leave here.  Any takers?  She’s a real gem!

I’m nervous to leave here for so many reasons.  We’ve made such amazing friends, I have such a crazy wonderful support group of mom/kiddo buddies, and we’re just really happy and comfortable here.  It’s hard to imagine leaving all that behind for a city where I honestly don’t know many people anymore.  I also only know Minneapolis as a carefree 24-year-old, so I have no idea where the good neighborhoods are to buy a home and raise a family.  We’re basically starting over from scratch.  So, if anyone has any tips or suggestions on neighborhoods/schools/pediatricians/gynos/wine stores please let me know!

All that said, we are truly excited for this new adventure.  And we’re ECSTATIC to be closer to our families.  A 1700 mile separation from them is about to become a thing of the past, and I’m pretty happy about that.

Watch out frozen nose hairs, we’re coming for ya!


christmas 2016.

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

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

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

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

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

Well that got dark.

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

Happy Christmas, sweet friends.


it’s fall, so, pumpkins!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


last weekend.

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

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

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

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

This has now become my grocery list.

Happy Friday!


to the tulips!

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

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

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

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

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

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I love that little poker-faced boy of mine.

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

 
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Til next time, tulipalooza!

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!

 

 


casey’s beach birthday.

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Casey’s 31st birthday was this past Sunday. (Which, according to him means he’s “officially in his 30’s”, whereas when he was 30, he was “just 30, but not in his 30’s”.  Whatever helps you sleep at night, old man.) So to celebrate his official entry into his 30’s, I surprised him with a little weekend trip to the beach.  Our sweet friends rented us their house in Rockaway Beach, one of our very favorite places on the coast.  (Thanks Laura & Alex!) So on Friday afternoon we packed up the kid and the pups and made our way west towards the land of rainboots and matted hat hair and clam chowder and salt water taffy and finding sand in your pockets for weeks.

We spent the bulk of the weekend just wandering up and down that ding dang beautiful beach.  No agenda, no plan… just us 5, roaming around.  The weather was lovely, 50/60ish degrees with just the slightest nip in the air.  The kind of nip that gives you rosy cheeks, not icicle cheeks.  There’s a fine line between rosy cheek weather and icicle cheek weather and if you’re not careful you can stumble right past it and wander straight into runny nose/into your mouth/don’t notice until you taste it/because your face is numb weather.  Which everyone knows is the gateway to frozen nostril hairs weather, which means you’ve just entered a whole other realm of existence known as Minnesota in February.

What were we even talking about?

The beach!  The beach.  Crosby was in heaven.  He’s been to the coast before but this time he could walk on his own!  And walk he did, straight for the water.  Nonstop.  The kid has no fear… which is equal parts awesome and terrifying.  And the dogs, man.  The dogs were in their element.  If they had their way, we would live right there smack dab in the middle of the beach.  And let’s be honest, if I had my way, I would too.

We also indulged in a boatload of fresh seafood at the Old Oregon Smokehouse.  No for real though, we ate so much… it probably was an entire boatload.  Like, captain and oars and life jackets and all.  Deep fried life jacket probably tastes a bit like deep-fried octopus anyways, right?

Let’s just move on to the shoddy iphone pics, shall we?  Check them out, if you’d like.

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I hope you had a great birthday, Casebear.  Love you more than I love deep-fried anything.  And that’s a lot.


punkins!


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This weekend we took Crosby to the sweetest little pumpkin patch.  I know it’s super cliché but I love doing these kinds of things as a little family.  Pumpkin patches, Easter egg hunts, cutting down Christmas trees, beer festivals…. these are the moments people!   It was especially fun to bring Crosby back to a pumpkin patch this year since last year he slept through the entire thing.  (What a baby.)  I think he had fun this time?  It can be hard to tell because in certain new situations he pretty  much refuses to smile.  He’s super curious and wants to explore and check everything out… but smiling?  No thank you.  He can be such a ham sandwich sometimes.  Gawd, I love him.

We usually go to the pumpkin patch on Sauvie Island but we decided to try a new place this year.  There was so much junk to do!  There was hay rides and pony rides and farm animals and hay mazes (scary) and a giant slide and face painting.  Aaaaand a 24 Hour Fitness booth?  No seriously.  There were gym employees standing at a booth handing out flyers.  ???  I don’t know, I don’t get it either.  But it didn’t seem to be generating too much traffic.  Likely because it was parked right in front of the general store that sold apple cider and milkshakes and the best dang apple cider donuts you’ve ever had.  We bought a bag, which didn’t even last through the end of the day.  So I guess maybe I understand the reasoning behind the 24 Hour Fitness booth?  I mean, Halloween is basically the unofficial beginning of the holiday eating season.

Speaking of which, how ridiculous would it be to take my maternity pants out of storage and “repurpose” them as holiday eating pants?  Am I on to something?  Or am I on something?

So anyways.  Back to the pumpkin patch!  The only thing I didn’t love about this new patch we went to is that it actually wasn’t… a patch?  As in, you can’t actually go and pick your pumpkins.  Instead, they have pre-picked piles of pumpkins to choose from.  Which isn’t terrible, but I take pumpkin picking preeeeetty seriously.  I love the thrill of a good pumpkin hunt.  (I lead an exciting life.)  So choosing a pumpkin that someone else already picked didn’t exactly give me the same thrill as searching and finding the perfect one in a field.  And also?  When we were perusing the pumpkin piles, one of the workers brought in 3 giant bags of food from McDonald’s for the crew.  It was kind of off-putting.  Don’t get me wrong, I love a good french fry.  But watching people chow down on quarter pounders sort of took the charm out of the pumpkin hunting.  (More and more, I’m starting to understand the need for the 24 Hour Fitness booth.)

Ok anyways, pictures!

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Happy pumpkin hunting season!


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!