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motivation for me.

I woke up this morning feeling more motivated than I have in literal months.  Months!  I’m not saying that I’ve been a bump on a log for the last however long (hahahahaha impossible with 2 kids) but I just haven’t felt the urge to do… more.  Than necessary.  For myself.  I’m not talking about motivation towards parenting or day-to-day life, I’m speaking to more personal…. extracurriculars?  Like writing (obviously), exercising, reading, taking time for myself etc. etc.  I just haven’t felt super motivated to do more than just get by.

Does that make sense?  Anyone else ever feel this way?  No?  Just me?  Cool, cool.  Carry on.

I took a long walk with the kiddos and dogs this morning.  (And by long, I mean it took us an hour to go around the block.  For reals, I should get a medal every time I take all four of those creatures for a walk at the same time.  A medal in the shape of a full wine glass.)  And anyways, while we were walking I thought a lot about what was floating around in my brain bag… and I think the reason I feel this renewed sense of energy, oddly enough, is that we don’t have big plans to leave our house for the next few weeks. This summer has been so nuts so far (well, let’s be honest, the past 6+ months have been nuts) that this weekend will only be the third weekend that we’ll be at home by ourselves since we moved into our house in May.   Bananatown crazypants.  We’ve been so busy making plans with this family, and that family, and friends, and more family.  And we really try to make sure things are as equal as possible with each family, which means that we are constantly making more and more plans.   Which is not a bad thing at all, but it leaves me feeling spread pretty thin at times.  And don’t get me wrong, we’ve been having so much fun and we absolutely LOVE the fact that we get to see our families and MN friends so much more now, but dude.  We went from having almost every single weekend to ourselves (in Portland) to having almost every single weekend spoken for here.  It’s been a big adjustment.

I swear I’m not trying to complain ::side-eye:: I’m more so trying to talk/write this out so I can work through the feeeeeelings.  I think I’ve just been feeling a bit tapped out lately with all travel and plans and oh!  I still have to like, parent two small humans on the daily.  When I have had a moment of free time lately, I always have some project or chore or just necessary every day thing to do.  (Do you hear tiny violins playing yet?  I sure do.)  But like I said, it’s left me with very little time (or desire) to do more for myself.  Which I think is why I’ve been feeling like an old sack lunch lately.

So. I think knowing that I have nothing to pack/plan/shower for for a good small chunk of time is allowing me to come up for air for a hot second.  (I said “hot second” to my mom the other day and she’s like… oh is that like, a sale or something? LOLZ)  In my head I’ve already scheduled workouts, made playlists, stacked up new (non-parenting) books to read, hired a sitter for date night, updated my headspace app, and made big plans to sit my yard and do NOTHING other than grill, drink wine and play in the pool with my sweet little family as much as possible.  It’s not like I couldn’t have done any of this before, regardless of any plans or visitors or trips, but I just feel so much more motivated to do these super vanilla things all of a sudden.  Probably because I now have a tiny window of space in my brain to make room for them again.

All that said, maybe this is just a fluke and in 10 minutes I’ll feel like faceplanting into mediocrity or divebombing into laziness.  But for now I’m super excited to make the most of this feeling… and make the most insignificant plans as possible for the next few weeks.  Cheers to fresh sack lunches!


friday things.

:: casually sidesteps the awkward fact that she hasn’t blogged in 3 months… ::

1. Both of my kids are currently napping at the same time!  This doesn’t happen very often but when it does, I freak out about all the “free time” I have and then spend an inappropriate amount of time debating what I should do with said “free time”, which ends up being just a big fat waste of the “free time”!  I could take a nap too, but the few times I’ve tried that during the elusive double kid nap, I barely fall asleep before I’m woken up by human foghorns and then I just end up feeling like a piece of old sushi for the rest of the day. (<— what.)  I also kind of want to just watch TV or read a book or something… but I’m not currently into any shows (any recos?) and the book I’m reading is about parenting so that’s super boring.  (ha.)  I usually just end up doing chores… laundry, emptying the dishwasher, washing wine glasses, etc. etc.  But that stuff sucks, so today I’m letting the dishes sit in the sink so I can go back to my roots and do some good old-fashioned blogging on the interwebs.  Excuse me while I dust off my Mario Teaches Typing skills.

2.  annnnnnnd Crosby just woke up, so I’ll see ya again in 5 months!

**I’m back.  It’s 3 weeks later.  ::facepalm::

So let’s just try to get through this quickly, shall we?  (That’s what she said.) ((Sorry, I’m a little rusty.)) (((That’s what she said.))) ((((Ugh.))))

3. We FINALLY found and moved into our new house last month.  It’s a sweet bungalow in South Minneapolis, and we are absolutely, 100% loving it.  Eh…. make that 99%….. I just found some weird bugs in Willa’s room and I’m a little squicked out.

4. We took a family vacation to San Diego with my mom, stepdad, brothers + their fams a few weeks ago and it was super fun… we truly had a blast.  However.  A “vacation” with two small children…. can we actually call that a vacation?  It’s kind of like everyday life, in a different setting, doing much more exciting errands.  Actually, this old Huff Post article sums up my feelings prettttty perfectly.  No but seriously, we had a great time.  And if I had my shit together better I would have written a whole post about it with lots of photos… instead you’ll just have to use your imagination to picture us building Crosby a potty (AKA large hole) in the sand so we wouldn’t have to leave the beach to find a bathroom.

5. I wrote an article for a website a few years ago when we first moved to Portland about how hard it is to make friends as an adult.  And many years later, I feel like I’m reliving that yet again.  Don’t get me wrong, some of our very best friends in the whole world live within an hour or two of us right now, which is baller.  (<—- stop.)  But not many of them live super close by.  Like, bop on over for a quick playdate or a glass of wine close by.  So I’m still very much feeling the growing pains of moving to a “new” city.  I really haven’t made any new friends since we got back here and I’m kinda just like… howwwww do I do this?  Is there a dating site for making friends??  If so, ugh, no thanks… that actually sounds awful.  I’ll just have a drink by mahself.

6. Speaking of, I miss Portland daily.  That place has a large chunk of my heart.  And my stomach, actually. If someone could send me a pound of Stumptown, a salmon flight from Bamboo, a khati roll from Bollywood, some salted caramel ice cream from Salt & Straw, a Loukanika salami from Olympic Provisions, a bottle case of wine from Stoller, chicken wings from Pok Pok, an Arbor Lodge breakfast sandwich from The Big Egg, a poke bowl from Zupans, and all of my Portland friends, that’d be great!  (I promise I won’t eat my friends, though.)

7.  I really really love my dogs.  But I really REALLY enjoyed having a 3-month break from them.  I REALLY REALLY appreciate my in-laws for babysitting them for 3 months while we looked for a house.  I REALLY REALLY REALLY need to purchase some lint roller refills.

**Was interrupted by kiddos again.  It’s 4 days later, BTW.

8. Remember in Dumb & Dumber when Jim Carrey asks that guy if he wants to hear the most annoying sound in the world?  Well, my sweet Willa has perfected that sound.  Like, to a T.  She usually whips it out during the witching hour when all hell is already breaking loose.  It’s suuuuuper precious.

9. Speaking of my sweet Bill (unfortunate nickname that she’s stuck with, sorry gurl!), she is almost 8 MONTHS OLD.  Please excuse me while I sob into her newborn pj’s.  And my little Crosboy is going to be 3 in August.  How.  Why.  Etcetera.  Seriously though, I feel like time has flown by since we moved here.  Yet, somehow I haven’t aged a day.  :: she says as she tucks her boobs into her jeans and plucks a gray hair out of her eyebrow. ::

10. The other day Crosby pooped in the potty and wiped himself… with his hand.  And then wiped his hand on the wall.  I’m just going to leave you with that little visual.

Have a great day!


terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

Ever have one of those days that makes you want to punch a baby bird?  Ever have like, 3 or 4 of those days in a row?  If you’re shaking your head ‘no’, you might want to move along. Nothing for you to see here!… you lucky b.  If you’re nodding your head ‘yes’, then by all means, pull up a chair.  Let’s commiserate together.  Solidarity, sister.  Or brother! (But seriously, do any dudes even read this blog? Besides my dads and Casey?)

We’ve had a rough few days weeks is what it is.  Nothing is really terribly wrong, which makes me feel awful for even attempting to complain.  Nevertheless, here I am.  About to go all pity party up in here.

Crosby has been sick on and off for over two weeks.  At first it was an aggressive flu that had him sounding like an injured sea lion.  It was a not-so-fun few days that kept us cooped up with tissues and thermometers and LOTS of screen time.  But it came and went, though he has a lingering cough and we ALL caught his sniffles.  And now, he seems to have caught some kind of stomach bug.  The results of which were all over his sheets/comforter/pajamas yesterday morning.  I’ll give you a hint: it was barf.  It was awful and disgusting.  I spent all yesterday morning dragging both my infant and sick toddler up and down 5 flights of stairs to wash and dry every single item of clothing or bedding that was affected by the tragedy.  OH! Did I forget to mention? Our new airbnb rental doesn’t have a washer or dryer in it!  So we get to do our laundry in the basement of the building now! Yayyyyyy!  Oh, did I also mention that we had to move into this place during the peak of Crosby’s flu?  Yayyyyy! (That move is another ridiculous story for another day.)  Anyways, he seemed better during the day yesterday so I’d hoped it was maybe just a fluke or a 24-hour-thing, but this morning I went into his room to find another mess… this time from his, eh, other end.  If you catch my drift.  (I’ll pause while you dry heave a little bit, as I most certainly did this morning.) So, the kids and I just spent another morning traveling up and down the stairs to wash and dry every single item of clothing or bedding that was again, a casualty of the stomach bug.

Throughout all of this, Crosby has honestly been a trooper.  He’s never acted super sick or complained much about it.  HOWEVER, I think the combination of sickness + being quarantined + life changes has finally caught up with him and he is acting out and having meltdown after meltdown.  It’s simultaneously heartbreaking and incredibly frustrating at the same time. I know a lot of it is our “fault” for moving him around so much, taking him completely out of his normal routine, taking away almost all of the comforts of his home, and expecting him to just roll with it.  It’s a lot for a little kid to deal with.  Hell, it’s a lot for a grown-ass adult to deal with!  Last week was the first time he mentioned wanting to go back to his old house, which crushed my heart.  And If I’m being honest, I’m surprised it’s taken this long for all of those changes to really catch up with him.  I mean, he also just got a new sibling 5 months ago!

Speaking of my sweet Willa.  She seems to be making it her mission in life to get us kicked out of this apartment by way of screaming bloody murder.  Non.stop.  She’s been sleeping terribly lately (only taking 20 minute naps and then waking up every 1-2 hours at night) which is obviously playing a big part in her current screech owl status.  I don’t think anything is seriously wrong other than just being an infant.  But she will not stop crying.  Again, simultaneously heartbreaking and incredibly frustrating.

So back to today.  It’s been a hot box of hysterics.  I feel like my kiddos have been crying all morning long and I can’t seem to make anyone chill the f*ck out, including myself.  I actually screamed into a pillow at one point, which I don’t think I’ve ever seriously done in my life.  ALL of us cried.  I may or may not have locked myself in the bathroom for 45 seconds while both of my kids screamed at the top of their lungs.  I considered having a beer for lunch.  I’m not hardcore enough for that, though.  And finally, both kids are finally asleep… and what I should be doing is washing bottles, or washing my hair for the love of split ends, or lysol-ing my entire apartment.  But instead I’m sitting here in my pj’s (it’s 2:30pm), drinking ice-cold coffee and eating puffins out of the box.  And the biggest thing that I’m feeling right now… is guilt.  I feel SO guilty for not being more calm and not having more patience for the situation.  I feel guilty for getting frustrated at my sweet kids, who (for the most part) are not trying to make my hair turn gray.  I feel guilty for complaining so much, considering how lucky my family and I are.  I feel guilty for eating all of Crosby’s Puffins.

In addition to the above, there have been a lot of everyday annoyances and just plain bad luck situations that have taken their toll on all of us these past few weeks.  I know this is just a weird phase that’ll pass.  But today, mom-ing feels tough.

Anyways, the only real reason I’m writing all of this is because, well, for one thing, I needed to vent.  And also, because I know that it’s easy to assume that nobody else goes through (literal) shit day/s like this.  But we all do.  (Wait… right?!?!?!)  And I just want you to know that if you ever need someone to drink cold coffee and talk about your shit day with, I’m here.

I’m going to go fold my whites now, peace.


bachelor ben and two other things.

Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I TOTALLY called Ben’s final pick on the Bachelor.  In fact, I predicted the final 3 women from basically week 2 of the season.  But enough about myyyyy accomplishments, how about that finale?!  I think we can all agree that Ben is hands-down the most likeable Bachelor ever.  Right?  I mean, I’ve only seen maybe 5 seasons out of 20 of the Bachelor/ette, but I think it’s a safe assumption.  Because seriously, only Ben could tell 2 women that he loves them, completely blindside and break up with one of them, and still come out looking like the sweetest human on earth.  That Lauren B is a lucky B.

However.  In case you missed it, Lauren announced on Jimmy Kimmel last night that Ben is a loud mouth-breather.  Which is sort of endearing I guess.  Ben has a flaw!  But it’s also sort of like when someone puts ketchup (gross) on my cheeseburger.  I still really love it and want to eat it, but it’s kind of lost it’s appeal for the moment.

And then!  Did you hear how ABC first chose Caila as the next Bachelorette and then dumped her at the last minute for Jojo!?  Poor Caila.  The girl just keeps getting shat on.  But I can’t say I’m upset with that decision.  I’ve been #teamjojoforbachelorette since I predicted the final 3 on week 2.  TOOT TOOT!

And so anyways, my life is not nearly as exciting as the lives of people on TV, but let’s pretend for a moment shall we?

Two things have become overwhelming apparent to me lately.

One!  Swimsuit season is right around the corner.  Swimsuits have been on the backburner of my life for the last couple of years. Two summers ago I was pregnant, so I just flaunted my belly and reveled in the ability to not have to suck in.  And last summer I’m pretty sure I wore a swimsuit less than 5 times, and only in the presence of my family.  I think this summer might be a little different since I have a completely mobile child and he loves the water.  Yet I still haven’t tamed the wobbly bits of my post-baby bod.  (Ummm.)  So I guess what I’m saying is, how do I get in shape in less than 2 months?  And/or is a full body wetsuit appropriate attire to wear to the splash pad with my child? I’m scared. Hold me.

And two.  I need to watch my mouth in front of Crosby.  Not just because of the swears, but also because of NO.  It is the kid’s favorite word these days.  Everything is no.  Yes is no.  No is definitely no.  Food is no.  Help is no.  And he says it with such authority, it’s scary.  Scary… and also a little funny.  But we’re trying not to laugh because we know that it only encourages him saying it.  But that is proving to be incredibly difficult, because how can I not laugh when I ask my 1 1/2 year-old if he had sweet dreams after his nap and he looks me square in the eyes and says… no.  Anyways, I catch myself saying no far too often, so I’m well aware that I’m partially to blame for this fiasco.  I’m working on it.  I’m scared.  Hold me.

That’s all.  Happy Tuesday! xo


february shmebruary.

I don’t know about you guys but I’m going to hold Punxsutawney Phil accountable as hell for his early spring prediction.  I’ve had juuuuuust about all I can handle from this winter.  It’s been a doozy for sure.  Between illnesses and random doctor visits and dental calamities, I think our family alone is keeping the entire healthcare industry afloat.  I’m serious.  At this point, I think we’re owed some branded can koozies or keychains or something.  Or you know, a clean bill of health or whatever.

Okay, enough complaining.  Complaining is for the weak.  Which I am not.  I mean, just the other day I carried 6 bags of groceries + a toddler from my car to my house without dropping a single thing/person!  That’s skillz, my friends.

OMG this gives me an idea… you know what would be so amazing?  Parenting Olympics!  Right?!  Off the top of my head, I’m thinking… a barefoot Lego obstacle course… a child weightlifting challenge… a timed event to see who can find their missing car keys the fastest… and an automatic win to the parent who has the most clever distract-your-kid-while-you-try-to-shower technique.

So, basically these Olympics are just a typical day at my house.


You know what, guys?  Crosby is almost 1 1/2 years old.  Which is so crazy.  Mostly because I thought he was 1 1/2 a while ago, until Casey corrected me.  Whoops.  I swear, when Cros was a baby I knew exactly how many months/weeks/days old he was.  Nowadays I’m like, eh he’s between 1 and 2ish?  If people guess how old he is, I usually just say yes no matter what and then congratulate them on their age-guessing abilities.  It makes them feel good and I get to avoid having to do math in my head = a win-win.

Anyways, (almost) 1 1/2 is the best!  Crosby is so much freaking fun, I tell him everyday that he’s my best friend and I DON’T EVEN CARE if you think that sounds ridiculous.  He’s seriously the coolest.  But with great coolness, comes even greater holy-shit-stop-freaking-the-fuck-out-ness.  And what I mean by that, is that homeboy has straight up mastered the art of the temper tantrum.  I know, I know, it’s only going to get crazier from here… so for now I’m just testing the waters of how to respond and deal when he’s in the throes of a meltdown.  So far, for us, ignoring it makes it worse, every time.  Pacifier works, most of the time.  Talking him through it helps, every once in a while.  Distractions work, sometimes.  And wine helps, every time.  Ba-dum-tshh!

One of Casey’s go-to tantrum techniques is to start singing.  I’ve mentioned this on the blog before but Casey is a chronic song maker-upper.  You never know when he’s going to just bust out with a ridiculous tune that consists of mostly made up words.  It’s pretty wonderful… for the most part.  I mean, in theory, singing is definitely a clever distraction technique. But realistically, it rarely stops Crosby from crying.  And what’s worse, Casey gets so caught up in his song that he doesn’t even notice.  So what actually happens is that I end up with a screaming toddler on the floor, a husband mindlessly belting out a song about hooshkadoos, then the dogs throw in a few barks for good measure, and my brain explodes all over the rug.


Welp. That seems like as good a place to stop as any.

Have a happy Shmebruary Humpday, ya muggles.


fall slumps and reindeer pj’s.

Oh hey, remember me?  In the middle?  Heh heh.  Just a little blog humor to rev the engines.  Vroom vroom.  Fasten your seatbelts.

Sorry, I’m a little rusty.

There’s something about this time of year, every year that makes me fall into a slump.  I mean, yah, fall is supremely lovely for a couple of weeks… but then daylight savings ends and the sky turns perma-gray and the beautiful golden leaves turn into a brown mush that sticks to my dog’s paws and I find myself wanting to lay face down on a pile of wine every day by 4pm.  Eh, more like 3pm.  I mean, 2pm.  Ok fine, noon.  10am.  Breakfast.  Mimosas.  Blood Mary’s.  Margaritas.  Mojitos!

What were we talking about?

Unmotivated.  Is probably the best way to describe it.  Unmotivated to do anything other than the bare minimum.  And this year is especially punchy because I now have an extremely active little person to keep entertained/alive amidst the seasonal slump.  The last thing I want is for him to feel slumpy.  Nothing worse than a slumpy toddler.  Except maybe a teething toddler.  Or a sick toddler.  Or a tantruming toddler.  AKA Crosby last Tuesday.  But anyways!  Sheesh.  The point of all this is not to complain but to explain where I’ve been the last couple of weeks.  Which is, knee-deep in a vat of merlot with a toddler on my hip.  I’m JUST kidding.  It’s pinot.

I just read ^^all that^^ back and I sound like a Grumpy McWhinerson.  I promise it hasn’t been all doom and gloom around these parts.  Despite the fall slump, I must say that we are having more fun than ever with our little Crosboy.  (Yes, he was officially promoted from Crosbaby to Crosboy. And I have the gray hairs to prove it.)  This age is crazytown, but in the best possible way.  He’s understanding so much now (note to self: must stop swearing) and it’s so freaking cute to literally watch him learn things.  He’s waving, high-fiving, blowing kisses, dancing… all the ridiculously cute toddler tricks that are probably responsible for the conception of many second children.  (#notyet)   Right now, Cros is sitting quietly on the floor, paging through an upside down Men’s Health magazine.  Bedhead, reindeer pj’s, crusty boogers.  The works.  He’s my favorite.

And yes, I said reindeer pj’s.  Because it’s practically Home Alone/Christmas Vacation season!  Gah!  Who’s excited?  For any fellow Home Alone lovers, I just found out that it’s the 25th anniversary and apparently the movie was playing in select theaters for just two days… and I missed it.  Cue the sobbing emoji.  Did anyone go and see it?  I also discovered that there is a new illustrated book based on the movie.  Coughwouldmakeagreatchristmasgiftcough.  When my mom and I were in New York last month (which I will post about if I can ever figure how to get my computer and my camera to be friends again…) we were in Washington Square Park and there was a legit pigeon guy who would throw a giant handful of bird seed and hundreds of pigeons would flock to him.  It was so bizarre but I kept thinking that he and the HA2 pigeon lady would make a very handsome couple.  “Take the turtle doveshhhh”.

Ok welp, randomness is my middle name so I hope you expected nothing less from this blog post.  Me, out.


thursday things, on friday.


shawnnathompson_thursdaythings_9251. Over the past week, I’d been working on an essay on being an unexpected stay-at-home mom. I finished it last night and when I went to publish it this morning, it had disappeared.  I almost weeped.  And it was kind of an emo post, so not really one that I could bang out quickly again. I don’t know what to do.  Rewrite it?  Write the jist of it here in this list?  Let’s see if I run out of things to talk about…

2. Thank you all so much for the podcast recommendations!!  So far I’ve listened to (and loved!) the Longest Shortest Time and Call your Girlfriend.  AND I also started listening to Limetown.  Have you heard of it?  It’s the same kind of investigative reporting setup as Serial but it’s fiction and it’s a little more sci-fi-ey. (<—- what?)  There are only 2 episodes available so far and even though some of the… acting?… is questionable, it’s still pretty great.  At the end of Episode 2, I got the shivers so bad and was legit scared while walking down the street. Like, I kept looking behind me and walking faster and faster.  It was mid-day and there were people everywhere, but #imababy.

3. Ok, ok so I finally started snapping.  Snapchatting, that is.  Snap-C-ing.  Snap-sizzle!  Ok, I’m done.  It’s mostly pictures of Crosby and coffee so if you’re into cuteness and caffeine, feel free to follow along!  I’m @shawthomps over der.

4. Have you heard of the book the Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up?  I’ve been wanting to read it for months but I was #9 billion on the waitlist at the library and it just finally came available this week.  I’m ready for it to change my life!  Or so everyone who’s read it says.  So far I’m about 40 pages in… my house is still messy and honestly I’m just kind of annoyed with how much the author says the word “tidying”.  It’s such a funny little word and reading it so much has made it lose all meaning to me.  To the point where I pronounce it wrong in my head sometimes… as tid-ying.  And then I feel like a perv.

5. Speaking of the library!  Before they let me check out my book, I had to pay off $33 in overdue fines.  I’d somehow managed to dodge paying since I hit the $20 limit.  So… you might say that I’m the nerdiest rebel around.  ::shoots an imaginary gun and then blows off the gun smoke and puts it in an imaginary holster::  ::then reads a book::

6. And speaking of guns… Casey is on his way to Minnesota right now for some good old-fashioned duck hunting.  Yeehaw!  While I’m not the hugest hunting enthusiast (my dad and brothers are totally laughing and nodding their heads reading this) Casey really loves ducking hunting so I’m super excited for him.  And quite a bit jealous that he gets to see some of the fam.  So if anyone in the Portland area wants to come keep Cros and I company this weekend, let me know!  We can sit around reading books about TY-DEE-ING.

7. On the way home from dropping Casey off at the airport this morning, I saw a rainbow.  Which is no huge thing but it made me smile and feel like hey, today is going to be a good day!  And THEN.  I swear this is true… the song Somewhere over the Rainbow came on the radio.  I swear!!  (I had the “coffee shop” satellite station on.) And I was all, wow, today really is going to be a good day!  BUT THEN!  I literally saw the rainbow disappear.  The clouds covered it up in about 10 seconds.  I’ve never seen a rainbow disappear in action before.   It was kind of eerie and poetic and what does this all mean?  Am I going to have a good day?  Or was the rainbow disappearing behind clouds an omen?  TBD people, TBD.

8. You know what I was thinking about last night?  When I was trying to fall asleep?  That someone should rename “bedtime” as “the time of day when you should be going to sleep but instead you go over all the conversations you’ve had that day in your life and think about what you should have said instead of what you actually said”.   Ya feel me?

9. Have you seen or heard about these adult coloring books that are making their way around the various blog-o-spheres on the interwebs?  I’m really intrigued.  But considering I still haven’t finished a paint-by-numbers that I bought 6 months ago… it might not be the best investment for me.

10. Ok, so I tried the new Starbucks drink, the Toasted Graham Latte.  And I gotta say, it tasted exactly like a vanilla latte to me.  Sorry, ‘Bucks.  Maybe it’s because I ordered it with soy milk?  I don’t know, I didn’t think it was all that special.  And it wasn’t just me… Crosby didn’t really like it either.

Calm down!  I’m kidding.

He loved it.

 


thursday things.

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1. Yesterday I realized that the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star is the same as the tune of the ABC song.  And also basically the same as Baa Baa Black Sheep. Did everyone know this but me?  The saying is true, you do learn something new every day.  Especially when your kid has 3 xylophones.

2. The other day I spent a solid 15 minutes rummaging through our house looking for a pencil.  I never found one.  Which kind of amazed me.  How do we not own a single pencil?  Are we just that far removed from the days of pencil-using?  How did I think this was interesting enough to write about?  How are you even still reading this?

3. Crosby has an alter ego that comes out when he’s either extremely grumpy or causing trouble. We call him Crosley Hutchinson.  Hutch, for short.  Hutch has a tendency to make an appearance between 4 and 6pm every night and for the most part, he has an aversion to wearing pants.

4. You know how sometimes when you eat a piece of gum from the bottom of your purse and it tastes like… purse?  Well, the other day I ate a mint at the bottom of the diaper bag (it was in a plastic wrapper, you dirtballs) … and well, it tasted like diaper bag.  So, lesson learned.

5. The other day, the dogs and Crosby and I were on our daily early morning walk when I got an alert on my phone that tickets to a show I wanted to see were going to be posted online in 5 minutes.  We were about 20 minutes from home, so I needed to haul ass.  Of course that was the day that I had somehow left the house without a bra on (I have no idea how?) so hurrying home was just not in the cards.  I attempted to power-walk as smoothly as possible and got home 7 minutes after the tickets were posted, and they were all gone.  Whomp whomp.  My boobs and I are really disappointed.

6. Speaking of our morning walks, does anyone have any podcast recommendations for me?  I’ve pretty much listened to every single episode of Mortified and Nerdist and I need something else to fill my earholes.  I like things that take little-to-no effort or brain power.  Derp derp.  Please and thank you.

7. Remember when Crosby used to sleep flat on his face?  That was a fun phase.  Thankfully he’s past that… but now he sleeps with his baby blanket (spare me the lecture), and every so often I’ll look at the monitor and see that he’s somehow managed to get it wrapped around his dang head.   I always rush in his room and unwrap him and he’s fine, but his head is gushing sweat.  I don’t want to take the blanket away from him though because he loves to fall asleep holding on to it.  Might be time to install the sleep monitor again.  Might also be time to stock up on more wine.

8. Casey and I just finished watching season 1 of the The Comeback on Amazon Prime.  Has anyone ever seen it?  Omg, it is the most uncomfortable thing to watch.  Like, I get anxiety watching it because Phoebe is so awkward.  (Is that how you guys feel reading my blog??)  It’s kind of awesome.  Try it!

9. So hey, who here is on snapchat?  I am, but I just creepily follow people and don’t actually… snap…?  Truth is, I don’t get how to do it.  I tried once but it’s too confusing.  I miss the days of pencils.

10. How much coffee is too much coffee?  Like, per day?  A friend is wondering…


thursday things.

shawnnathompson_thursdaythings1. After I read back my last blog post, I counted the number of different places we’ve stayed this summer…. as in, the number of different places we slept.  And the answer is 12.  12 different beds!!  If I didn’t have a baby, a husband, two dogs, a mid-sized SUV, and dinner in the crockpot, this would probably seem more scandalous.

2. Speaking of dinner.  Since Casey is back at work, I’ve reprised my role as the preparer of 3 meals a day for us.  This is not groundbreaking stuff people, it’s just annoying.  I’m already so over it someone HALP ME.  What are some great/easy recipe ideas?  That the whole family will enjoy?  That pair well with any kind of wine?

3. I can probably count on one hand (ok fine, maybe two) the amount of times I’ve worn makeup this summer.  Casey weirdly prefers that I don’t wear it, and since we’ve been outdoorsing so much it hasn’t seemed worth the effort.  It’s pretty liberating actually, but earlier today before heading out the door on a Target run, I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection with no makeup, a baseball cap, running shorts, and a baby on my hip, and just yelled “holy *fudging shoot* I’m a mom!”  (Ladies!  My PSA of the day is this, I bought this baseball cap in black for $8, and it’s been a permanent fixture on my headed since it arrived.  I larv it.)  Full disclosure: I’m currently wearing mascara and my lips are slightly stained red from eating a few too many Twizzlers.

4. Also on the way to Target, I was thinking about Crosby’s early days/months and how I would stress out about getting in the car to go anywhere with him.  Especially Target because I somehow always got caught in traffic going there, even if it was 11am on a Tuesday.  Crosby absolutely HATED being in the car until he was probably 7 months old.  He’d scream his head off the entire time while I attempted to reach back and soothe him/try not to get into a car accident and/or develop 17 ulcers.  Ughawd.  I have PTSD from those days.

5. Want to hear something random?  Course ya do.  Whenever we’re out shopping and I show Casey something and he wants to know how much it costs, he asks me “dónde?” It’s so ridiculous because we both know it’s incredibly incorrect, but it makes me laugh every time.

6. Up until this Tuesday, Crosby had only been mistaken for a girl one time in his life.  But, today is the third day in a row that someone has called him a “she”.   Listen, I don’t really care if people make that assumption, it doesn’t bother me.  Crosby doesn’t seem to care either.  But it just seems strange that it’s happened three days in a row.  It’s not like I’ve started dressing him in bright pink or putting bows in his (three) hairs.   Today he’s wearing a green shirt and an orange baseball cap, but we still got a “oh she’s cute, how old?”  …maybe it’s the pink tutu he’s also wearing that’s throwing people off…?… I be kidding.  Funny story, my friend Laura got sick of people assuming her baby guy Clark was a girl, so one day when someone asked her what her daughter’s name was, she just said Charlotte.  Ha!  I might do that next time (probably tomorrow) just for funsies.  Stay tuned….

7. We love our house, we really do.  But.  There are only about 15 feet between our house and our neighbors.  And since both of our living spaces are sort of facing each other, we end up hearing a lot of each other’s lives.  Oddly enough, we don’t really talk to them when we see them in person.  Not for lack of trying on our part, they just don’t seem to want to engage with us.  It’s actually pretty awkward, etc.  So anyways, the other day I was feeding Crosby lunch and our dogs started barking out the window at a squirrel.  Our dogs bark a lot, and it’s terribly annoying but we really do everything we can to keep them quiet, short of punching them in the ass.  So they were barking on and off for maybe a minute, and I’m running between them and Crosby trying to quiet them/feed him.  I was getting super frustrated with them already but then I heard the lady neighbor say, “Ugh, would you make them shut up already!”, to which I responded (I never have before) “I’m working on it SO BACK OFF!”  The second half of which was said in a slight demon voice.  Not my finest hour.  Anyways, I was telling Casey the story later and every time I used my crazy demon voice, Crosby would laugh.  Should…. should we be nervous?

8. Does anyone else have the problem where they find tiny holes at the bottom of their shirts?  Like, the size of a sesame seed?  No, you are not being punk’d, I’m seriously asking this question.  Because it happens to all of my shirts!  At first I thought it was moths (yuck) but it’s been happening to me for years and it doesn’t happen to Casey’s clothes.  So unless there is a family of moths following just me around the country… that’s not the answer.  I’ve googled it and it apparently happens to a lot of people, most of whom say it’s from wearing belts.  But I rarely wear belts anymore so I don’t know you tell me.  It’s probably the neighbor’s fault.

9. Do you guys listen to podcasts? I’ve gotten into them over the last year or so, especially while taking my daily walks with Crosby and the assholes dogs, and for the past 2 weeks all I’ve been listening to is Mortified.  If you’re not familiar, it’s basically real-life people reading their diaries, letters, stories, etc. from when they were younger.  For the most part, they are hilarious, embarrassing and right up my alley of awkwardness.  I highly suggest you listen right now, and perhaps start with the episode about Joan and the romantic novel she wrote when she was in the 6th grade.  I never say “lol” but I would for this show.  All the lols.

10. Does anyone know whatever happened to Ja Rule?  Just curious.


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!