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friday chatter.

shawnnathompson_weather_2Tis Friday!  AKA Valentine’s Eve!  What are your plans for the big day tomorrow?  Going out or staying in?  Celebrating with your gals or your significant other?  Or for people in our boat, your significant other and your infant?  Whatever you do, I hope your day is full of chocolate and rosé.  Or bacon and beer.  Or whiskey and wings.  Or really just any combination of food and drink.

My two handsome guys and I have big plans for Valentine’s Day… we’re going to dinner at Chevy’s Fresh Mex.  Yes, the sub par suburban chain restaurant.  I can feel you cringing.  Especially you Portland people.  Hashtag food snobs.  But listen!  Casey and I went on our first “official” date at Chevy’s when we rekindled our romanticalness in college.  (We had previously dated for 6 months in 8/9th grade. Which was like, forever at that age.  He was my first french kiss.  Sorry, parents.  Is that awkward to read?  Whatever, we have a kid now so french kissing should be the least of your worries.  This is getting weird.  Should we move on?)  So!  We thought it’d be fun to pour one out at Chevy’s, for old times sake.  Though the actual Chevy’s we went to on our first date is closed now, is that a bad sign?  Whatever.  Margaritas!

We also are going to try to go to the coast again this weekend because it’s supposed to be B.E.A.utiful out.  50/60’s and sunny-ish all weekend.  Weeee!  Hey, speaking of the weather.  I read somewhere that people spend 10 months of their lives talking about the weather.  10!  Months!  Of life!  Isn’t that crazy?  I really wonder how that study was conducted?  Whose job was it to like, calculate how often somebody said “it’s not the heat that’ll get ya, it’s the humidity”.  So weird.  I personally think that weather truly is the most effective awkward-silence filler.  Maybe the study should be rebranded as “on average, people spend 10 months of their life having awkward small talk with strangers in elevators and people they don’t know very well at parties.”  Right?

Please don’t be offended if I talk about the weather the next time I see you.

In other news, if you follow me on Instagram, you might have seen a photo where I described how Crosby sleeps flat on his face.  In addition to that being absolutely terrifying (we may or may not have bought a sensor that let’s us know if he stops breathing. hashtag new parents.) it also causes him to pee all over himself at night.  I mean, yah, technically babies pee all over themselves all the time.  But his pee leaks out of his diaper and all the way up the front of his pajamas.  I always make sure that his “business” is pointed down when I put his diaper on, so I know that’s not the problem.  Any fellow mamas of tummy sleepers have any tips?

Most random blog post ever.  Hey, who wants to talk about the weather?

IMG_4125IMG_4109IMG_4119shawnnathompson_weather_1Cutest dates ever.  I’m definitely the luckiest.

Happy heart day, friends!


sunsational!

The weather in Portland lately has been top notch.  I’m talking 70’s and sunny for weeks now (with the occasional misty shower because it IS Portland mygosh) and we’ve been lurving it so much.  Portland is great anytime of the year but when it’s nice out, watch out!  The hipsters love to come out and play in the warm weather.  And we happily scamper alongside them in our skinny jeans and tank tops and wayfarers.

Why is it so much easier to just, like… live, when it’s nice out?  Like no matter how bad work is or how much yard work you have to do or how naughty your puppy is being, it’s always easier to deal when you’ve got a bright shining blob of vitamin D shining down on your skin.  Or in my case, my see-through winter skin.  Which is now turning a lovely shade of red due to unevenly spread sunscreen while doing yard work.  But who cares because SUN.

You know what else has resurrected with this warm weather?  My pure, unconditional love for ice cream cones!  Good lord, where have they been hiding for the last 5-7 years?  We recently found a brewery/restaurant near us that has vanilla ice cream cones on the  menu and holy bananafins – it’s like ice cold butter.  Don’t judge me – it tastes like actual heaven.  Pure clogged artery heaven.  As I type this, drool is hitting my keyboard.  So f*cking good.  Sorry for the swearing but this cone deserves it.  Also, can someone manufacture just the bottoms of ice cream cones?  Everyone knows that’s the best part.  Every time I finish one I just want to start all over again.  And sometimes I do…

Anyways, here are some pictures of us enjoying warm weathery things.

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1. The fruits of our yardwork labor.  Green bean plants galore!
2. Catching some rays with my little sidekick. Gus likes to lay down right next to me – I’m talking side to side – when we lay outside.  It’s sweet.  Also, sweaty.
3. Dipped. Not nearly as good as ice cold butter, but it did the job.
4. derp derp.
5. Beer tasting, always.  This is also the place with the butter cones.
6. Fresh fruit is having its heyday at the farmers markets.  I recommend eating it sliced, while wearing reindeer pants.
7. That guy.  Supa cute in any kind of weather.  Especially when he rides his bike all the way to my work because I locked my keys in my car (again).  That may or may not have just happened…

Everyone! Quick! Go have an ice cream cone!  But save me the bottom.