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it’s fall, so, pumpkins!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

img_2525Me and my 3 babies. Crosby, baby sister, and corn dipped in butter and rolled in salt.

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

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


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!


the little pumpkin that cried: a tale of a two-month old.

Hi friends!  I sincerely apologize for the radio silence around here lately.  Every day/week I have high hopes of making a blog post but you know.  Other stuff just gets in the way…. baby, laundry, episodes of The Voice, yadda yadda yadda.

But if we’re being honest here, the real reason I haven’t posted lately is that we’ve had a difficult last few weeks.  We’re not 100% sure why yet but for the past month, Crosby has been upset and crying.  Like, all the time.  And it’s been exhausting and defeating trying to find out why.  We’ve been doing research and of course everyone has an opinion on what’s going on with him… lactation consultants have been consulted (it’s a foremilk/hindmilk imbalance!), family and friends have been questioned (it’s colic! call a chiropractor! allergies!), google has been pillaged (your baby has some incurable disease!)…  and the latest diagnosis from our pediatrician is that our little dude likely has acid reflux.  We’ve started him on some medication and fingers crossed that this is the answer we’ve been looking for.

Because honestly guys?  It’s been really hard.  Yes, it’s exhausting and frustrating and LOUD.  But by far the worst part is seeing my little guy so sad and not knowing why or what I can do make him feel better.  It seems unnatural that I can’t immediately figure it out and fix it for him.  I guess I should get used to that feeling?  Many days I feel like all I do, all day long, is attempt to stop him from crying.  I keep searching for THE solution to soothe him (he likes it when you swaddle him with this blanket, hold him at a 45 degree angle, bounce at a rate of 2 up-and-downs per second, while running the vacuum cleaner, rubbing your stomach and patting your head...) but what works once never seems to work again.  And even when I do manage to calm him, I get anxiety waiting for him to start crying again.  Sigh.  Hold me.

I learned very early on, actually during Crosby’s birth, to throw all my expectations out the window.  Because things are not ever going to go the way I imagined them to.  But still, it’s hard to not feel a little bummed that our baby’s second month has been so hard.  Especially when I see other moms and babies who seem to have it all together.  I find myself getting jealous of friends who post pictures of their happy, smiling babies on Facebook or Instagram… I envy the other moms in baby class whose little one’s lay happily on their backs without screaming bloody murder… I even resent the perfect babies on the diaper commercials who just smile and giggle up at their stupid perfect mothers.  Sidenote: wouldn’t it be great if diaper commercials were realistic?  Like, instead of showing a picture-perfect mother cuddling her stylish newborn on a white couch while wearing a beige sweater set, they should show a woman in her sweatpants and bra, her hair held up by a chip clip, softly singing Hall & Oates “Maneater” to her baby who is juuuust about to fall asleep inside a padded laundry basket that she’s been jiggling just so for the last 20 minutes, until her dogs bark at the mailman and then the baby wakes up, shits his pants and starts screaming. Or you know, whatever.

Where was I?  Ahh yes, jealousy.  I’m working on letting it go.  I found a quote from Teddy Roosevelt the other day that I love, which is “comparison is the thief of joy”.  Hashtag truth.  I’ve been repeating it to myself lately whenever I find myself envying another parent or baby.  Because I know that every single one of them has something they’re dealing with.  Or will deal with.  And it’s probably much much worse than what we’re working through.  And even if it’s not, I shouldn’t compare our story to theirs.

So now is when I reassure you that it’s not all whomp whomp over here.  Promise.  The afternoons and evenings can be rough but Crosby is actually a pretty happy baby in the morning.  And in between meltdowns, we’ve had a lot of fun with our chubby little guy.  He actually started to smile two weeks ago.  If you ever want to hear the most deranged sounds come out of a grown woman’s mouth, watch her see her baby smile for the first time.  I’m pretty sure the first time I saw it, I regurgitated a foghorn…  and then I burst into tears because hormones.  It was pure joy.  We also celebrated Casey’s 30th birthday.  (!!!OLD!!)  And Crosby had his very first non-family-member babysitter.  (Thanks Rebecca!  So sorry Crosby’s 5-day constipation streak ended on your watch…)  We also just had my mom and stepdad here visiting last week, which I am HOPING to write a separate post about very soon.  (At the rate I’m going, you can expect to see it here in about 3-7 months.  Stay tuned.)  And of course, we got to experience Crosby’s first Halloween!  We kicked off the day at the doctor’s office… I’m an asshole and scheduled Crosby’s 2-month shots on Halloween morning.  Apparently I couldn’t wait to expose my child to his first Halloween scare.  Luckily Cros took the shots like a champ and then was alarmingly chill the rest of the day.  Chill enough to wear his costume and not cry through a Halloween party at Casey’s office.  I’m slightly disappointed in myself for not putting together a more creative costume for him… homemade costumes are usually my jam, but this year a $6 consignment store pumpkin suit was too perfect to pass up.  Wanna see?

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SO that’s what we’ve been up to lately!  Here’s hoping the meds work and I’ll be back here again soon with stories of happiness, more smiles, and poop.  There will always be poop.


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.

shawnnathompson_pumpkinpatch1And a family foto to take you out…

Happy weekend!