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christmas 2016.

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

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

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

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

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

Well that got dark.

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

Happy Christmas, sweet friends.


holiday recap. because it’s january, apparently.

IMG_3264Happy 2016 + 6 days!  How was everyone’s Christmas/New Years celebrations?  Full of good tidings and merriment and prosperity?  And the such?  Did you make resolutions?  Tell me, tell me!  I haven’t really made any official resolutions, though unofficially I’d like my favorite skinny jeans and I to be on speaking terms again.  ::she says as she lays in bed eating homemade dinner rolls while unsuccessfully attempting to tuck her second chin in::  I also say this all the time, but I’d really like to find time to blog more.  That said, hopefully your resolutions include finding time to read more nonsense stories written by yours truly.  Then it’s a win-win for everyone!

Stepping back a few weeks, our holiday break was really really lovely.  As cliché as it sounds, having a kid really does make everything so much more fun and magical around the holidays… even though our kid doesn’t know the difference between Christmas and his left foot yet, it’s still so exciting to start introducing him to all the festivities.  We spent the week before Christmas with our families in Minnesota.  Which was ss…s…sooo….mmm…mmmuch…ff.f.ff..ffun.  (<— that’s my attempt at typing shivers, did it work? or…) No seriously, it was great.  Cold, yes.  But also so much fun!  A vast improvement on last year’s MN Christmas when Crosby was in the dirty depths of his acid reflux/colic/not sleeping for longer than 45 mins at a time.  I have PTSD from last Christmas.  ::shudder::   In our typical MN-trip fashion, we crammed 165 million activities into the 9 days that we were there and it still somehow didn’t seem to be enough time to do all the things/see all the peeps/eat all the foods.  That last part is a lie… we actually did eat all the foods.  But you know what they say…. when in casseRome!  (Get it?  Casserole…. Rome…. casseRome….??….???…… nevermind.)  Anyways, thanks to our families and friends for making our trip “home” so wonderful!  Now if you’ll all kindly send me $50 to buy stretchy pants, that’d be great.

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Anyone else think that Crosby is channeling Dr. Evil in this photo?  Riiiiight.

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We got back to Portland a few days before official Christmas, which was actually kind of nice because we still had so much fun junk to look forward to.  Plus, this was going to be our first time celebrating Christmas on Christmas in our own home.  Don’t get me wrong, I love being with our larger families for the holidays but there was something so charming about being able to hang out at home on Christmas Eve and wake up and open presents with our kid under our own Christmas tree on Christmas morning.  I mean, that’s the American dream, isn’t it?  And we’re nothing if not patriotic.

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Whatevs, big guy.  Whatevs.

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We continued our little family’s tradition of opening a new pair of Christmas pj’s on Christmas Eve and watching a boatload of Christmas movies.  We also started a new tradition of making Christmas Eve lobster macaroni + cheese.  HOLLA!  (sorry.)  And broccoli, because growing toddler.  On Christmas morning, Crosby awoke us with enchanting angelic hymns jet-lagged screams at 4:45am.  I repeat, 4:45am!!!?!  Ho ho how?  Why?  Thank sweet little baby Jesus in the manger that Santa brought me a Nespresso for Christmas.  Because almond milk lattes are the true meaning of Christmas.  With a one-year-old.


IMG_5791 IMG_5792 IMG_5794 Crosby’s signature cheese face that I want to have tattooed on my hand.

IMG_5795 Cheese face hangover.  And guys?  Please note that it is still PITCH BLACK outside.  Because 5am.

IMG_5797 This was Crosby’s face when he caught his first glimpse of his new play kitchen!  That he never even knew he wanted!

IMG_5799 getting closer….

IMG_5801almost there…

IMG_5803Stoked.  Him, not me.  Ok, both of us.  And Gus.

IMG_5807 IMG_5808And what Christmas is complete without the Christmas Vacation moose mugs!?  “It’s good.  It’s good.”  PS I LIVED in these pajamas for approximately two weeks. They are so comfy, cozy.  Highly recommend.

Ok so!  Onto New Year’s Eve!  We planned a little shindig at our place with a few friends, buuut… we had to unexpectedly cancel it a few hours before everyone showed up because Crosby woke up from his nap that afternoon with a big ol fever.  Poor little dude.  And then poor me, who caught his bug a couple of days later.  Question: Parents of the world, is there any way to avoid getting whatever sickness your kid has?  If anyone has any pointers, please send them to me via UPS with a side of throat lozenges.  Thanks a mill.  We’re finally both on the mend after a doozy of a few days.  And I’m officially declaring us DONE with being sick for the rest of 2016.  Do you hear me, Carson Daly?!  NO MORE SICKNESSES FOR THE THOMPSONS.  It’s hard enough we have to deal with your bullshit on the Voice night after night.  (am I right or am I right?)

Welp, that about does it for us at Camp Kleenex.  I hope you’re all having a magical and snot-free start to your 2016.

And hey, thanks for reading.

 


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::

shawnnathompson_christmasstuff_3IMG_3707Again, not impressed.

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

IMG_3675Right?IMG_8891Oh. Nope.

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


see ya, christmas!

 

Tis the season for long overdue Christmas posts!

We’ve been back from MN for about a week now and I still can’t quite comprehend that the holidays are over.  What a crock.

Every year on New Year’s Day I want to punch someone in the face because it’s just too depressing not to.  Know what I mean?  There’s so much funness all through November and December and then Jan 1st hits and it’s kaPOW!  Congratulations! You have absolutely nothing to look forward to until the 4th of July!  Ugh, it’s the pits.

But but.  We did have a really great trip to Minnesota, which I’m trying to keep in mind every time I start winding up to Hulk Hogan someone in the head.  Despite the fact that it was -25 below the night we arrived (death), the trip was jam-packed full of family, seafood, presents, Folgers, bowling, and Chevy Chase, of course.  We were lucky enough to be back for a full week and we really tried our darndest to see as many people as possible.  We had 6 Christmas get–together in 7 days.  Mission accomplished, I’d say.  Also, pass the wine.

It’s funny how after so many years of splitting Christmas with the families, we look forward to different things at each place.  Casey’s family, we always “go back” to his Grandma’s where potato sausage and lefse are in abundance and the battle to steal the scratch-offs in the gift exchange will ultimately end the night.  At my mom and stepdad’s, we know we will eat 12 times per day, but always make sure that we save room for popcorn + a movie before we pass out in a food coma on the most comfortable bed in existance.  And at my Dad and stepmom’s, we know there will be some (ahem) competitive game playing, beer and Christmas Vacation.

I now ask you to pull up a chair, grab some popcorn, lefse and beer and check out an onslaught of the Minnesnowta Chrismost.  Here we go, weeeeeee!

famfam[ ^^ these family photos ^^ show our progression throughout the week – we started classy and ended weird.  also, brother ben’s face in the bottom photo… i can’t even…. ]thomps 2thomps 7thomps 4thomps 3thomps 5photo 2 (1)[ baby jeebus granted us a 32 degree Christmas day.  hallelujah! ]gehring 1gehring 2[ mastering the art of photobombing. ]gehring 4gehring 5gehring 6IMG_5358vk 4vk 1vk 5vk 6[ brothers, getting the giggs while playing Quelf.  worst name for the best game. ]vk 8 [ in addition to my abundance of chins,
i also inherited my papa’s love of Christmas Vacation. :) ]

Mele Kalikamaka, my friends.


oh! christmas tree.

So far in Casey and my 2.5 years of marriage and 5 years of dating, we’ve never had a Christmas tree together.  We usually have eleventeen celebrations to go to during Christmas week and since teleporters don’t exist yet, we generally spent a majority of our holiday time traveling from shindig to shindig.  Apparently real Christmas trees are super needy so it’s never made sense for us to get a tree and leave it neglected for most of Christmas.  In an effort to not be a complete grinch, I usually fashion together some resemblance of tree-type decor, which in the past has looked a little something like this:

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Or this:

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But that ALL changed this year.  THIS year we’re staying in Portland for the holidays, and while I’m super super bummed to not be with family, the silver lining is a big glorious yummy-smelly Christmas tree that is currently taking up 1/4 of our living room/dining room/apartment/life.  We had a true Christmas tree-cutting experience when we went into the wilderness (ok a tree farm) and chopped that sucker down.  We also had a true Griswold experience when we attempted to tie 2 slightly large Christmas trees to the top of our friend’s Honda Civic.  And then we went a little further into idiocy and forgot to open the doors to the car before tying the trees on, an oopsies that we finally realized when we got to tying off the fourth door.  The result was 3 doors that were tied shut, 4 adults climbing through the backseat/windows of a car, multiple awkward looks from fellow tree-goers, and a partridge in a pear tree.

But we finally made it home with our grand fir tree and after 30 minutes of finagling, we got that baby firmly grounded in it’s new tree stand home.  I should now mention that up until that point we collectively had 3 ornaments – when you never have a tree to decorate you tend to not accumulate them.  Who knew?  We quickly realized that we needed to invest in some ornaments that could truly enhance the beauty of our tree.  So on Sunday we got all dolled up and made a trip to the dollar store… and 30 minutes later we walked out of that joint with over $11 worth of fine holiday trimmery and a slightly expired Mountain Dew… and approximately one hour later we returned to said dollar store to exchange our decorations.  We realized after leaving with our fancy finds and walking around for 5 minutes that every single one of our ornaments in our bag seemed to be (for lack of a better word) defecating glitter all over us, causing us to look like a couple of Lisa Frank stickers.  Let it be known that I hate glitter with a passion, I consider it to be the chlamydia of the crafting world.  Eventually we exchanged those glitter bombs, got home to decorate, and the rest is history:

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It has yet to be seen how Gus will fully react to the tree.  We tried to keep ornaments off of the first few feet of the tree but that does not stop him from jumping up and trying to eat them.  For now he’s settling on eating just the pine needles.  Which definitely does not, if you’re wondering, does not make his big potty smell piney-fresh.