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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!

 


bumpdate: 26 weeks


26weeks_bumpdateWeeks: 
26
Baby is the size of:  A head of lettuce, which does not coincide with my cravings.
Weight gain: TBD at next weeks Dr appointment.  I’m scared.  I FEEL heavy, like I could bust through my chair… or my shoes… or the earth at any moment.
Cravings: I’ve been craving BBQ lately, which is a strange one for me.  I’ve never been super into anything barbecuey before but lately I’ve been daydreaming about a big piece of salmon slathered in BBQ sauce with a side of cornbread and mac and cheese and baked beans.  I have yet to give into this craving, but something tells me it wouldn’t be hard to convince Casey to help me out with it.  
Sleep:  Sleeping like a baby the past few days.  Also having some truly bizarre dreams, which often end with me making out with complete strangers.  Should I be concerned?  Or should Casey?
Movement:  Baby is still wiggling around in there but I haven’t felt a big kick in a while.  I miss it.  Well, sort of.  I go back and forth.  When it moves too much I get worried that that means our child will be nuts.  But when it doesn’t move enough, I get worried that there’s something wrong.  I take it this worrying thing is something that I should get used to… eh?
Symptoms:  I’ve been listening to country music nonstop for the last week.  If you know me, you know this is not normal.  I used to listen to country way back in my growing up on a farm days but then I kinda hated it for a solid 15 years.  Or I guess until last week.  I don’t know what it is or why it’s happening, but it can only be explained by pregnancy.  Are music cravings a thing?  Between the country music and the BBQ, I’m fearing for my street cred a little bit. 
Missing:  Being able to walk into the freezer section of the grocery store without whimpering in nipple pain.  That shit hurts.
Happenings:  We have our very first baby class tonight, which I’m actually really excited for.  Although I’m terribly nervous that they’re going to show a birthing video, after which I might have to tell this baby to make itself comfortable in the ol’ uterus because it’s not going anywhere for the next 60 years.

26weeks_bumpdate_2Tips for preggers women: baggier tops or black tops minimize the amount of giant you will look during pregnancy.  In contrast, the tighter/lighter the shirt, the more you will look like you’re 16 months pregnant, instead of 6.

Thanks for tuning into the week’s installment of the bumpdate.  Much love to you and your midsections.


brats & hot dogs.

On Saturday we went to a barbecue in the park that was hosted by some friends from MN who also now live in Portland.  It was technically their yearly “Bratfest”, which is so perfectly midwest of them.  They provided all the brats and tofurkey dogs and everyone else brought side dishes.  Definitely took me back to my roots – although I have to say that I may prefer a Portland potluck over a midwest one.  There tends to be a bit more fresh and a little less butter…

And here we go AGAIN with the amazing weather.  That’s all I’ll say about that.

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photo (36)Since it was in a park, we thought it’d be cool to bring the Gus monster.  By park standards, it was fine to bring him.  But by socially awkwardness standards, we should have left him at home.  We were totally those people with that kid.  You know, the kid who’s screaming on the airplane or throwing a tantrum at Target or talking during a movie and the parents are just sort of sort of oblivious.  But let’s be clear, we as dog parents weren’t exactly oblivious to Gus’s shenanigans – we’re just used to his eccentricities that apparently terrify/sound alarm to the rest of the population.

photo (39)[ don’t let the smiling fool you… not for one second. ]

There of course was the howling – which happens anytime there is any other animal within a 100 mile radius of Gus.  He will bark incessantly until they’re either out of sight or they come over and engage in the tooshie-sniffing dance for 8 whole seconds before Gus gets bored and moves on.  It’s a lot of build up to not much actual interaction.  But the howling… it’s cute at first because he’s so funny and beagle-y, and then it’s just not.  So there was that.  Pretty much consistently throughout the afternoon.  We got a lot of side-eye action from the fellow brat-goers.

photo (38)At some point, Casey and I got into a game of bocce ball and midway through we noticed that Gus was doing this… thing… where he snorts uncontrollably.  It typically happens when he gets a little too wound up and in this case, I think it was a combination of all the excitement around him + the 80 degree weather because the snorting?  It came out in full force.  I’m going to say there was at least a solid minute of it.  We’re so used to it though that it didn’t really phase us, but there were some other people at the party who were all “he’s overheating!” and “get him some water” and “is he choking?” and Casey and I were all “no”.  All the judgy friendly people learned their lesson when they tried to console Gus, at which point he was suddenly FINE and all up on their plates of brats and in their cups of beer.  That boy loves his beer.  I mean, it was nice that they were concerned but we unfortunately knew better.  Gus is special.

caseyfoodOh Gus.  How can you be such a d-bag and so cute all at once?

Also, just a little public service announcement.  Did you know that if you initially title a blog post “bratfesting” and leave it up on your computer, your co-worker will walk by and think it says breastfeeding?  You’ve been warned.  You’re welcome.


and it was good.

Good Lord that was an amazing weekend?  Don’t you agree?

I’m not sure if it was because I unexpectedly had Friday off of work or because it was so nice out or because we had the perfect combination of house stuff + friend stuff, but man, all the fun?  We had it this weekend.

As I said, I had Friday off of work so I spent the morning with this guy:gus goes to the park[ It’s not dangerous to drive with your dog on your lap while taking a picture, right?  No?  Cool, didn’t think so. ]

And then!  I met Casey for lunch at his office, which I’d never actually been in before.  It’s only been a year and a half…  But of course I forgot my phone in the car so I couldn’t be the annoying proud wife and take his picture in front of the building and by his desk and such.  Speaking of, boys’ desks are depressing.  Casey had no flair whatsover but he did have his gym towel hidden behind his computer – because of obvious reasons (??).   It was so nice though to be able to see where he works every single day.  And by the by, the Intel cafeteria wins.  Fresh sushi + fountain strawberry soda for me and fish and chips + fountain grape soda for him.  Yum.  Oh also, Casey refused to let me hold his hand while I was there.  Something about public displays of affection at work being embarrassing and stuff.  Such a dude.

Friday night was spent at a pizza place and then watching Arrested Development (new season = meh.),  Saturday was spent at the dog park (gus = spoiled) and then at a friends BBQ for the rest of the day/night.  There was lots of cornhole (AKA beanbags, for the midwesterners) and lots of eating.  I sucked at taking pictures so the only one I have from the day is:

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Because you know, food.  Also, say hi to husband in the background – no doubt searching the cooler for a PBR.

Sunday we met up with some friends for a late breakfast and some be-bopping around our ‘hood… and then hit up our mecca (Home Depot) before diving into 5 hours of yard work.  I have a whole new level of respect for my parents because seriously, who knew that yards were so needy?  My back is all kinds of sore today from all that manual labor.  Don’t worry, our hard work was amply rewarded with homemade pizza on the grill + late-night s’mores, courtesy of our ghetto firepit.

Seriously, good times.  Nothing out of the ordinary but I think just appreciated it more after the past few shoot-me-now-types of weekends.

After all the sushi, pizza, BBQ, pizza, s’mores… today was a rough one in the getting dressed department.  The button on my pants is definitely working overtime today.  And ladies, can we all collectively agree that putting jeans on after you’ve put lotion on should be an Olympic sport?  Yeegads.

Onward!