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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!

 


a list of places you could find us on any given day. plus, happy fall!

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Happy first day of fall!  Slash happy official opening day of all things pumpkin popping up in your Instagram feed.  Is what the day should really be called.

I think I’m probably the only person on Planet Portland that isn’t ecstatic about fall being here.  I love fall, I really do.  I love the changing colors and the flannels(!) and the pumpkin patches and I freaking adore Halloween. But. I also have a really hard time saying goodbye to summer.  I reeeeally love summer.  Even this past one, which for the most part resembled the surface of the mf-ing sun.  Good gaw, it was hot.  Even so, I loved it and didn’t want it to end.  I think more so this year because I have a kid and being able to outside most of the day is the stuff mom dreams are made of.  But whatever, we’ll have another summer next year, right?  And so.  I will embrace fall with the rest of the Basic B’s and unpack my sweaters and haul my sweet ass down to Starbucks for a PSL to officially ring in the season.  Or a Toasted Graham Latte?  Which is apparently the new drink of the season?  Oh Starbucks, you naughty little siren.

Well so anyways.  Now that it’s getting cooler and there is rain in our forecasts, I’ve been looking into indoor activities for the Cros and I to do during the days.  We like to have at least 1 extracurricular activity per day, besides errands, to get us out of the house, talkin’ to the people (hallelujah!), gettin’ some of our wiggles out.  I’m always really interested to hear about other families’ schedules and activities, so I thought I’d share what’s on our agendas these days, if you care to read/are really super bored.

I’ve talked about this over and over again, but we almost always start our day with a long walk with the pups.  This helps to wear the dogs out as much as possible for the rest of the day so that they’re only moderately annoying instead of severely annoying.  Also, the fresh air that early in the morning really kickstarts our day.  Well, that and a vat of coffee.

We’ve signed up for music class again, which starts next week.  We took an infant music class in the spring and other than the very first day when Crosby wailed the entire time, he loved it!  Fun fact: Crosby actually crawled for the first time at music class.  Onto another baby girl’s blanket.  And then plopped down on his tush and reached out and rubbed her cheek.  I have a feeling we’re in for some fun times with this baby man.

Our friend introduced us to an indoor park near our house that offers toddler open gym as well as “art parks” (TBD WTF that actually means) a couple of times a week.  So we will most definitely be heading there more often than not.

We’ve just moved up from baby to toddler storytime at the library.  Toddler storytime at a library is kind of an oxymoron, because it’s pretty much the loudest situation ever.

I typically take a barre class once a week that has a little childcare situation included, which is lovely for both of us.  Speaking of which, I took a class on Monday morning and my legs are still slowly being murdered from the inside out.  Halp.

We have a membership to the zoo so when it’s nice out we love to wander around there.  It gets a little more fun each time we go because Crosby can actually SEE the animals these days.  As opposed to the first few times I took him when he could barely see as far as his own hands.  #noob

We usually try to head to the burbs to meet Casey for lunch once a week.  And almost every time we get stuck in stupid traffic on the way back into Portland.  Traffic with a baby is why Jesus invented happy hour.  We all deserve a cocktail after surviving that shiz.

Every so often when we’re feeling lavi$h or if we can tag-along with our friends who have a guest pass, we like to go to the science museum (OMSI).  They have an amazing space for littles to play.  Just watch out for a little tyrant named Ziggy, he likes to dump sand on unsuspecting baby’s heads.

I have been wanting to try Hike it Baby, which is hikes… with your baby.  Doi!  Any fellow Portlanders done it?  Or recommend an easy hike to get us started?

On top of that, we’re still in the phase where Crosby loves to be in carts… so trips to the grocery store or Costco or Target are great fun.  I’m fully planning for this phase to pass once he starts to walk.  So… maybe a couple more days?  Gah!

So there you have it!  I realize that to anyone who isn’t a mom, a nanny, a grandma or really sensitive father figure, this all probably sounds incredibly… unsubstantial?  But!  It’s my everyday and I love it heaps.  So thanks for indulging.  And hey!  Maybe next time I’ll come up with a list of things I do at night, that will better serve the non-baby folks interests?  Orrrr…. I could just tell you right now.  Netflix and wine.  The end.

These pictures have nothing to do with fall or daily activities but what’s a blog post without pictures?  … A really… uhh.. plain-looking page with words on it?….  Is what.

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Go get yo fall!


summer vacaseytion, over and out.

Hiiiieeeeee! Hi hello! I’m back as promised, with a (seriously long, good luck!) post about what in the heck we’ve been up to lately. And why I hadn’t written anything in so long. And really the only excuse I have is that my fam and I have been taking full-fledged advantage of the long work break that Casey has been on, which has meant a lot of traveling, a lot of exploring, quite a few family naps… and not a lot of blogging. It’s been kind of lovely to disconnect a bit but I’ve really missed coming here to share ridiculous thoughts and stories. I mean, I can only say so many stupid things to Casey before he just up and leaves the room or picks up his phone to check ESPN. But here, I can say as many stupid things as I want and you just accept me! Right? Right. Wait, right?? Right. Right? Riiiiiight…

You’re checking ESPN right now, aren’t you?

So cutting to the chase, our summer has been pretty freaking sweet. Until today that is, because today is Casey’s first day back at work after his 9 week break. I really have no right to complain or feel bad for myself, do I? But has that ever stopped me before? Nope. WAAAAAA! It’s just been so amazing to have this time together as a family. We’ve made so many fun memories this summer and to have Casey home for this long, especially with Crosby at the age he’s at, has been seriously awesome. I’m super thankful, but totally bummed it’s over.

Anyhoo, here’s the part where I detail pretty much every little thing we’ve been up to for the past few weeks. I feel a little indulgent for sharing all these fun adventures… but I also want to make sure we have these memories saved somewhere. So.  Read on if you please!

The Thompson Summer Summary (summery?!) comin atcha… in 3….2…

Week 1. As I mentioned before, we took the first week of #vacaseytion and basically ripped apart, and then put back together, our backyard. We’d been wanting to fix it up back there since we bought the house but never really had the time or the dolla bills to hire someone to do it. (I actually called one landscaping company and when I told the designer our budget she laughed. Hrmmph.) So we took it on ourselves, like a coupla studmuffins. We built a deck, finished a fence, tore down an old crumbling shed (ok, fine, we paid a man with a machine to do that) made a giant sandbox, planted grass, did a bunch of landscaping, and then spent 3 days blowing dirt out of our noses. I wish I were kidding. And anyways, it’s nothing fancy and there are still a few things we’d like to finish up, but it’s such an awesome spot to relax and hang out now.  Here’s a quick before/after glance…ShawnnaThompson_vacaseytion_2

Weeks 2-4. After all that manual labor, we peaced out on a 3-week trip to Minnesota. And as a reminder, we drove there. The verdict? Guys, it was great! The dogs did great, Crosby did great, it was great! I’m not even being sarcastic. For the first time ever. I mean listen, we all got a little stir-crazy from time to time, and the drive to Minnesota was definitely easier than the drive back. But all in all, it was actually pretty fun. And I didn’t even eat any french fries or corn nuts! I KNOW, RIGHT?! (PS would anyone be interested in a blog post about our tips for a long drive with a baby? Yes, no, maybe?)

We pretty much hauled ass on the way there (24 hour drive in 2.5 days) and stayed at little KOA cabins along the way. Which I would highly recommend! Especially if you’re traveling with little ones and/or dogs and just need a place to crash for the night. Each little cabin we stayed in had a double bed and a bunk bed and was just the right size for us. There are some cabins that have bathrooms but ours didn’t, so the downside was using campground-style bathroom/showers. But, as a pretty seasoned car-camper, I can tell you that KOA bathrooms are hands down the cleanest camping bathrooms I’ve ever experienced. Major kudos, KOA. Plus the cabins are way cheaper than hotels. Plus, it’s an experience! Plus, after you put your little one to bed you can sit outside at your picnic table and drink wine from a sippy cup and talk to your next door cabin neighbor about his time in Vietnam. MEMORIES. Are we sick of talking about the dang KOA’s yet?

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Once we got to MN we spent the better part of 2 weeks bebopping from family to family. It was amazing to be able to spend more than just a night or two with each of them, as we usually do on our trips back to the motherland. We actually got some good quality hang time with everyone. Let’s be honest though, everyone was way more excited to hang out with Crosby than with Casey and me, but we’re cool with it. I mean, can you blame them?

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We’re always on a sort of emotional rollercoaster when we leave MN. We love love being with our families, and we honestly love Minnesota (in the fall, spring and summer), but we also love love Portland and our life here. It’s just always such a weird feeling of, which place is home?

Though you know what some people say… home is just where the wine is.

“Some people” may or may not be me.

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On our drive back we stopped in Couer d’Alene, Idaho for a few nights and rented a house near the lake. That lake is killer, man. And our house was right across from it, with like, deer prancing through our yard and such. It was so beautiful, so relaxing, and so friggin’ HOT. Note to self: next time you’re booking an airbnb for your family in the middle of summer, make sure the house has AC. Rookie mistake.

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Week 5. After we got back to Portland from that long-ass trip, we unpacked our bags and just sort of laid facedown on our bed for 5 days. Not to worry, we took occasional breaks to see friends, barbecue, drink some beers, and feed Crosby. In that order, but backwards.  On repeat.

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Week 6. Next on the list of adventuring was taking Crosby on his first camping trip. So we got back in the car, packed with somehow more stuff for a 4-day trip than it had been for a 3-week road trip (??) and headed down the coast to a campground outside of Florence, OR. I gotta hand it to Crosby, he handled tent-life much better than we expected. (Would anyone be interested in our tips for camping with a little one? Yes, no, maybe? Who do I think I am, some kind of expert?) The area was amazeball central…. we explored some sand dunes, hung out around a lake, ate a bunch of campfire pizzas, I tripped over a rock coming back from the bathroom late at a night and got a huge gash in my toe… it was lovely.

IMG_1728 IMG_5115IMG_5080IMG_5089 IMG_5077 IMG_5116 IMG_5140From there we traveled back up the coast to the little town of Netarts where we had rented a house for the weekend with a few friends. 3 couples, 4 dogs, 1 baby, 13 freshly caught crab + approximately 187 bottles of wine. Perfect combination for a lovely weekend. Not lovely? Crosby’s 5:30 am wakeup calls. Especially after staying up way too late playing pass the pigs and zoomie zoomie (what up, MN drinking games!). Luckily our friends were good sports about having a 24 pound alarm clock waking them up on their beach vacation.

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Week 7. And so THEN! We again came home and relaxed and did some Portlandy things for a week… beer festival, splash pads, zoo, beach, beers, wine.

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Week 8. We packed it all up AGAIN for another camping trip. This time we headed to Crater Lake in southern OR. Have you ever been? Good glob it is beautiful! Seriously one of the most breathtaking places I’ve ever been to. We camped near the lake and spent a whole day driving around it and attempting our asses off to get a decent family photo of all 5 of us, in which Crosby is looking and the dogs aren’t attempting to jump over the rim of the lake in order to catch a mother effing chipmunk. Epic fail.

But these views!

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RIGHT?!

We spent 2 nights camping near the lake, which was more than enough because holy COLD at night. The daytime was beautiful but it got down to the upper 30’s both nights we were there. Crosby was such a trooper, especially because he’s been teething like a b, but he woke up at 4:30 (!!!!) both days we were there. Not okay. Understandable, but not okay.

From there we went to Bend, OR for a quick overnight trip, which was really just an excuse to hit up a bunch of their breweries. Priorities, people. After that, we had hopes of staying a few nights at Mt Hood but the campground we wanted was full/Crosby’s toofs hurt/we were all kind of poop-a-looped, so we just headed home a few days early.

Week 9. Hang time, downtime and more chillaxing.  Nothing too exciting except one day we took a little day trip to Hood River to drink wine/taste beer.  (If you’re sensing a theme to this summer, let’s discuss it over a beer….)

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And that, as they say, is that.

I’m super bummed that Casey is back at work, but a teeny tiny part of me is also excited to get back on some semblance of a schedule with Crosby. Like I said, we really took advantage of this summer to relax and be on vacation (I took more naps in the last 2.5 months than I have in the last 5 years.) but now I feel like we’re ready to get into a groove again. I also need to feel productive again, like I accomplished something other than, hey I didn’t nap today! Weird. So here is me, putting in writing that I will (hopefully) be putting more things in writing in the near future. Whether you like it or not :)

Thanks for making it to the end!  And hey, what have you all been up to!?  I’ve missed you!

 


a few springy thoughts.

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Heidi-ho, good neighbors!  Happy last day of March, can you believe?  I’m loving every second of this beautiful spring we’re having.  Like the rest of humanity, my Instagram feed is bursting with photos of cherry blossoms and tulips and magnolia trees and it really hasn’t gotten old yet.  There’s something about the first blooms of the season, don’t you think?  They do things for the soul.  We have a big beautiful magnolia tree in our backyard that just bloomed, which is super exciting because it only blooms 1.5 times a year.  One full bloom in the spring and then another half-bloom during the middle of the summer.  It’s the weirdest thing, the half-bloom… it’s usually sometime around July-ish and we’ll look outside and be like, hey! the magnolia tree is blooming again! and then two days later the flowers are closed up like, eff this it’s too hot we’ll see ya next spring.  And that’s the end of that.  But anyways, the full bloom happened about two weeks ago and it was So Beautiful!  But the thing of it is, the flowers only last a week or two at the very very most, and then all the petals fall and our backyard looks like cotton candy.  Which is lovely and magical for a day or two until everything turns into mushy brown withered flower petal piles that strategically hide dog poop.  (Now would be a good time to insert a pink flower emoji next to the smiling pile of poop.)  It’s just a whole lot of anticipation and then a whole lot of mess for only one week of beauty, you know what I’m saying?  But that one week of beauty is like the unofficial spring opener of the Thompson house and I kinda love it.

Another thing about this time of year?  Every beautiful day that brings us closer to summer is another day that my flabs shudder at the thought of putting a bathing suit on.  Can I get an amen?  …Or is everyone else in rock solid shape?  <—- Jerks.  I have this internal dilemma about “getting into shape” right now.   Especially because it’s proving to be pretty difficult to drop the last few pounds of baby weight, even though I am pseudo-active.  (BTW, Pseudo-Active should totally be a band name.)  Which means I should probably amp up my workout game.  However (and here is where my dilemma comes into play) what if Casey and I decide to have another kid in the not so distant future?  Don’t get excited parents, this is a hypothetical situation.  But what I’m saying is, is it really worth me busting my ass to get into shape now, only to balloon up again, and then have to go through “getting into shape” all over again? ….  (Reading this paragraph back to myself and realizing that I am using the thought of a possible second child as an excuse to not go for a run.  Now would be a good time for the emoji with the monkey covering his eyes with his hands.  And then maybe throw in the pig snout for good measure.)  I should probably just delete this entire paragraph because #embarrassing, but we’re all friends here right?  Don’t judge me too hard.

Speaking of working out, has anyone eaten any really good cheese lately?   Just curious.

One last thing about the lovely spring weather.  It was beautiful last Sunday so Casey, Crosby, puppies and I all went down to a park along the river for a little picnic. We found a nice half sunny/half shaded spot by a tree that we tied the dogs up to while us three humans sat down on our blankets to eat our lunch.  And maybe 10 minutes into our rice bowls Casey and I both realized that the ground was super wet and had soaked through our two blankets and subsequently through our jeans so when we stood up, it looked like we’d both peed our pants.

And that’s the end of that story.  But here a couple of pictures of the day, if you’d like to see.

IMG_0232Wet butt jeans and extremely chipped toenail polished… I should consider turning this into a fashion blog, yes?

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 See ya next year, March!

 


it’s been a while, let’s catch up.

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

… What were we even talking about?

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

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

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

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

I hope you understand that that was a rhetorical question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The end.  You did it!

Have a bitchin’ day.


december stuff.

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

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

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

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

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

Ok, tangents over.  Back to our trip.

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

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

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

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

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

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Onto our trip to MN!
shawnnathompson_christmas_4I mean, if that isn’t the most kissable face you’ve ever seen…. Crosby looks pretty cute too. Heh. Heh.shawnnathompson_christmas_5

shawnnathompson_christmas_sixCrosby and Rudy.  Total BFFs.

shawnnathompson_christmas_3Girl cousins!

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

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

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

Happy New Year, ya muggles! xo


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.

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Happy weekend!


first camp of the season, yo.

IMG_0008Last weekend Casey and I and our deranged dogs took our first camping trip of the season.  Which may or may not be our only camping trip of the season considering whales pregnant people don’t necessarily enjoy sleeping on the ground.  But I’m hoping we can squeeze at least one more camp in before I reach hippo status.

So we went to Timothy Lake, a place we discovered last summer and love.  It’s the most beautiful of all the camping spots I’ve ever been to.  Last time we were there it was mid-summer and super sunny and busy and all the campground spots were taken so we had to sleep in the middle of the woods one night (seriously).  This year, I was prepared and booked us a lakefront spot months ago.  Although when I made the reservation, I failed to remember that summer in Portland doesn’t really start until July.  So a 60-degree, drizzly June camping trip is what we had.

We got a really late start to our drive out there on Friday night, so when we finally pulled up to our spot at 11pm I was pleasantly surprised that our camping neighbors were still awake… since we still needed to put up our tent and make at least 6-8 s’mores before calling it a night.  HOWEVER.  I was not at all excited that said neighbors then stayed up until 7 in the AM.  7!!!   And they weren’t even that young!  They were probably in their 30’s… and let’s be honest, after the age of 25 anything past 2AM is a death sentence.  But whatever, those 30 year-old dudes stayed up all night talking and laughing and listening to music and generally making me all kinds of annoyed.  And maybe a little jealous?  I used to have the ability, both physically and emotionally, to stay up late.  These days, I get home from work and eat too much ravioli and have to call it a night by 8:30.  Anyways, the point of all this is that they stayed up far too late for camping and kept this fatty and her two doggies awake all night.  We found out the next day that our neighbor situation was actually a bachelor party.  So that’s fun.  For them.  Luckily they called it an early night on Saturday and went to bed at a nice, respectable 3AM.  So, phew.
Whatever, the dreary weather and the bachelor party did not keep us from enjoying ourselves.  We went on a 6 mile hike, we read and played games, we ate fire-pizzas, and we used the crap out of the new hammock (why is it pronounced hammick, and not hamMOCK, like it’s spelled? I don’t like it.) that we got for Christmas from my dad and stepmama.  That thing may become my new bed by the next month of pregnancy.  It’s so freaking comfortable.  Eddie concurs.
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[ please note izze #2 on the ground below me.  like a boss. ]

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IMG_0010[ best part of camping?  how freaking exhausted the dogs are after.  it’s the best. ]

Even though it was  wee bit dreary, this camping trip made me so excited for the summer because we do have an entire summer to get through yet.  Whoop!  Although that’s also scary because I’m 6 months pregnant and have a whole summer to get through yet.  Halp me. 


hikes and beds and the dogs who own us.

IMG_1691.jpgWe took advantage of the kick-ass weather this weekend and made the trek out to Saddle Mountain to go on one of our favorite hikes.  We’ve done this hike once before (in the dead of winter, we’re such dummies) but this time was a bajillion times better.  It was nice and sunny, there wasn’t any hail, we had pants on, etc.  It was great.  Except that I must be pregnant or something because I kept getting super winded after about 10 steps.  To give myself some credit, this hike is tough.  It’s a pretty steep trek to the top, so I know it’s difficult for just about anyone.  But I still felt like one of those squishy kids from the movie Heavyweights as I wheezed my way up that damn mountain.

Also worth noting on this hike: I had my very first stranger ask me if I was pregnant.  She was walking past us and said something like, “Good for you for doing this hike when you’re pregnant!”.  I didn’t say anything for a second because I was totally caught off guard which led her to then say “OMG you are pregnant, aren’t you?”.  To be honest, I really didn’t mind that she asked me, but I definitely think it’s PRETTY ballsy when strangers comment on pregnancies.  There are so many unknown factors to consider before you ask someone if they’re expecting.  I myself tend to stay away from commenting on anyone else’s midsection unless I’m certain that they actually are indeed cooking up some cells in their uterus.  Some telltale signs that a woman is pregnant:  she’s wearing a shirt that says “baby on board”, she’s got the maternal hand-on-belly action or subsequent hand-on-lower-back waddle, she TELLS YOU that she’s pregnant, or you know, if she’s crowning.   If it’s not that blatantly obvious, then you should probably just zip it.  Anyways, anyways.  The woman’s comment was sort of a defining moment in my pregnancy.  Strangers can actually tell that I’m pregnant?  Does that mean I can start using the “Expectant Mothers” parking spaces at Home Depot?

Some fotos of the day…

 

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In other weekend news, we attempted to kick the dogs out of our bed for the very first time on Sunday.  They’ve always slept with us but we’ve been talking about transitioning them to a dog bed on the floor for a while now.  Purely because we’re having a kid that will probably be passing out in our bed from time to time, and we think 3 humans + 2 dogs in one bed sounds excessive?  So anyways, this weekend we tried the dog bed.  We tucked both pups in on the floor and then we crawled into our human bed and in less than 2 seconds, Eddie had jumped up to join us.  (Gus is a little too full-figured to jump up on the bed on his own so he just sat at the foot of the bed giving us puppy dog eyes.)  We brought them both back to their dog bed, and 2 seconds later, Eddie had jumped back up on our bed.  This happened about 10 more times over the course of 5 minutes and each time we’d bring them back to bed and they’d sit there and give us these looks like they were auditioning for a Sarah McLachlan animal cruelty commercial.  I’m fairly certain “Arms of an Angel” was playing somewhere in the distance… And so we caved.  We’re such weenies.  Ugh.  We failed, they won.  They continue to own 95% of our bed.  The kid won’t mind sharing, right?  I heard infants are pretty small anyways.

I mean… just look at these poor tortured souls.  They clearly need a king-sized pillow-top mattress in order to survive.

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