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what’s up / 01

Making: this salad.  I’ve made it 3 times in the last 2 weeks… it’s so good!  My only complaint about it is that if you have children you’ll need to allow yourself 7.5 hours to make it.
Drinking: do I even have to answer this question?  Wine.  From a bottle… from a box… from a can… from an IV…
Reading: I’ve been on page 7 of this book for like, a month.  Is it good?  Don’t know, I’ll get back to you in 18 years when I’ve finally finished it and my kids have moved out so it won’t even matter how I parent anymore waa.
Wanting: like, 12 more months of summer.
Watching: the bachelorette.  I love this season so much.  I love Rachel.  I love Peter.  Ugh, that Peter.  He’s such a treat for the eyes.  Also, I don’t want to toot my own horn, but after the first episode of the season my friend and I sent each other our top ten predictions… and I accurately predicted the top 4… (in this order: 1. Peter 2. Bryan 3. Eric 4. Dean) so… tootie tootie toot toot!
Listening: so much country music.  Who am I even?
Wishing: that sweet Bill (Willa) would sleep through the night.  And not get up at 5am.  Excuse me while I shovel more coffee into my face.
Enjoying: our pool! I went back and forth between buying our pool and another shallower, more obvious kiddie pool with animals and a jungle and 37 other pieces of flair all over it.  And anyways, I’m SO glad that I went with ours because it’s so much more substantial and family friendly.  And it fits all of us.  And it has a bench. And a cup holder.  For my wine can Crosby’s water bottle.  Best buy of the summer.
Loving: when Crosby will group-hug Casey and I and say “I love you guys”.
Hoping: that we can make room in our budget for a house cleaner.  Please and thank you, amen.
Needing: to get my hair done.  My regrowth since Willa was born is almost all gray.  Not kidding.  Not fair.
Feeling: like I want my kids to have a genuinely happy life.  More than anything else in the world.
Wearing: one piece swimsuits.  No makeup.  Jorts.  Birkenstocks.  Basically anything that’s the opposite of sexy.

And some summer photos to send you on your merry way….


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!


thursday things.

1. There’s a reason chip bags are made out of that super loud crinkly material… it’s for fools like me who try to “sneak” a bowl of chips in the middle of the night and wake up their whole family in the process. It’s like the bag is shouting at me.  And shaming me.  They should make the bags out of extra soft cotton so that us lost souls can enjoy the pleasure of artificial flavors and red dye #40 without alerting the whole neighborhood… and then when we’re done stuffing our faces we can use the bag to wipe our tears when we realize how many dog walks it’ll take to work off the calories.

2. This is really hard for me to admit, so I’m just going to come out and say it. Ok, here it goes. I’m officially a fan of Justin Bieber. It’s really not my fault though, the dude just keeps dropping banger after banger and my ear holes can’t get enough. Help. Why.

3. Crosby’s newest word is poop. He’s started to say it while he’s actually pooping (#genius) and I’m sorry, but it’s seriously so cute. Especially because he pronounces it like “pppppoop!”, which sounds like a high-pitched horse noise. Is the best way I can think of to describe it.

4. Do you guys watch the Bachelor? This made me lol.

5. Here’s something.  There are two brothers in Crosby’s music class whose names are Gus and Teddy.  Which is mildly hilarious because our dogs names are Gus and Eddie… and we often times call Eddie, Teddy or Tedward. Is this a funny thing that I can share with their mom? Or is it awkward? I obviously love the names, for dogs or children, so I think it’s ok. Thoughts?

6. The other night, Casey poured us each a glass of wine and left them on the kitchen counter while we got Crosby ready for bed. And somehow when we weren’t looking Crosby climbed up onto his wooden tower stool, grabbed one of the glasses and dumped it all over himself and the kitchen. Parenting Fail.  Crosby was totally fine and everything was semi-easily cleaned… but there was definitely a moment as I was applying OxiClean to my toddlers wine-soaked sweatshirt that I questioned my parenting skills.

7. The only silver lining to that wine spill was that I got to use my brand new washing machine to clean Crosby’s clothes! You know you’re adulting real hard when getting a new washing machine is the highlight of your month. The night that it was delivered and installed, I put the first load in and sat on the floor in front of it and watched the clothes spin for a while. I could literally see my last few shreds of street cred being washed away in a warm high-efficiency spin cycle.

8. Speaking of home appliances… lately Casey has been obsessed with kitchen gadgets. Not like, refrigerators and stoves, but smaller little appliances that he thinks will save our souls. And I could honestly get on board with most of the stuff he wants, except for the fact that: 1. I don’t crap money and 2. We only have one outlet in our kitchen (our house is old as balls) which means that anything with a cord is squished onto one little countertop and it drives me apeshit bananatown if there are too many things cluttering it up. Anyways, just last week our toaster crapped out on us so Casey finally conquered his life-long dream of owning a toaster oven.  So I thought he’d be settled on the kitchen appliance front for a while. But no, no no. This week he’s decided we need a food scale AND something called a souve? I don’t even know.

9. Yesterday I was cutting up a pineapple and I had myself a little daydream about the person who was in charge of naming it. I imagine their thought process went a little something like this….  Hoooo-eeee!  This is delicious!  What’s it made of?  Pine?  Hmmmm…nope.  Does it have apple in it?  Don’t think so.  Ooh ooh!  I’ve got it!  We’ll call it pineapple!  ::pats self on the back:: / ::gets fired::

10. I’m heading to Las Vegas next weekend with my besties and I’m so so so excited! Though I’ve mentally started to pack my bag, and am now realizing that I am in no way prepared for Vegas. Unless it’s changed since the last time I was there. Tell me, are converse and raincoats and day-3 hair considered acceptable Vegas clubbing attire?


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.

 


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.


a post about our trip to san francisco and napa. but mostly it’s a post about food.

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Our trip to San Francisco has come and gone, and all I have to show for it is a sizeable decrease in my bank account and a few extra pounds that have taken up residence on my ass.  The true marks of a great vacation.  Is what I always say.  To make myself feel better.  About coming back from vacation fatter and poorer.  This is getting sad.  It’s supposed to be happy!  Because we had a great trip!  Here let me tell you all about it!  Do these exclamation points help!

When Casey and I were first deciding where to go for our 5-year anniversary trip, San Francisco immediately popped into my mind because A. I love it, B. Casey had never been there, and C. It’s proximity to Portland.  It’s not super far, but since we did have to fly there, it still seemed pretty vacation-y.  Which are important characteristics when you’re leaving your kid for the very first time.  (He did great while we were gone, BTW.  So did I!  I swear! Are these exclamation points still working! K!)

Let’s just dive right into the pictures, shall we?

shawnnathompson_sanfran_25The very first thing we did when we got into the city was rent bikes and bike across the Golden Gate Bridge and into Sausalito.  I’ve always wanted to do it and I thought it’d be a great way for us to see some of the quintessential tourist spots at the same time.  It was amazingly fun.  Except wearing a used helmet.  That’s never fun.

shawnnathompson_sanfran_24 shawnnathompson_sanfran_23Bucket list type of ish happening right about here.  Seriously so cool, but also?  Windy, high, narrow, soaking palms. Are all other ways to describe it.


shawnnathompson_sanfran_21Casey: “No more selfies while we’re biking over a giant bridge, k?”

shawnnathompson_sanfran_22This view this view THIS VIEW!


shawnnathompson_sanfran_20And hey, how about we agree that’s enough pictures of us bike riding?

Is it bike riding or riding bike? Who decides these things?

shawnnathompson_sanfran_27shawnnathompson_sanfran_28After Sausalito we took the ferry back to San Francisco rather than biking back across the bridge, because have you seen that hill into Sausalito??? That hill is not on my bucket list.

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shawnnathompson_sanfran_30Irish coffees at the Buena Vista Cafe are da bomb!  (sorry)  They’re really good.  We stopped here for a bike break and saddled up at the bar, as we do, and there was a couple sitting next to us who we were SURE were father/daughter but then he put his hand on her knee in a not fatherly way and I’m not sure why I’m telling you this story. But the coffee, the coffee is really good.


shawnnathompson_sanfran_9If only this photo could be a scratch-and-sniff.

shawnnathompson_sanfran_7Ahh the Ferry Building.  Also known as “Wear stretch pants next time” Building.  I’m pretty sure I read that on a plaque somewhere…  We had skipped breakfast on this particular day, so we took it upon ourselves to try a selection of things from a plethora of establishments.  Which is a fancy way of saying we ate a lot.  If you happen to be headed here sometime soon, might I suggest the ahi tuna poke at the San Francisco Fish Company and the lemongrass pork noodles at The Slanted Door?  (We were tipped off to the pork noodles by approx. 10 friends, so I feel it is my duty to pay it forward.)  Then grab a couple of macarons at Miette and a coffee at Blue Bottle and you’re good to go!  You can skip the chocolate milk at Cowgirl Creamery, because Casey says it was meh.  And Casey is a choco milk connoisseur.   But their cheese looked like heaven on Earth.  So, maybe try that.


shawnnathompson_sanfran_5shawnnathompson_sanfran_6shawnnathompson_sanfran_18While we’re (always) on the subject of food, we met up with some friends for dinner one night at Burma Love.  Which we would HIGHLY recommend!  So delicious, it was.  But our very favorite meal the entire trip was at Park Tavern.  We ordered the game hen in truffle butter and I practically weeped the next morning when I realized we forgot to put my leftovers in the mini fridge the night before.  Travesty.  What’s the ruling on cooked game hen that’s been out all night?  Can someone tell me for future reference?

shawnnathompson_sanfran_17Sadly, I could not sleep in at all the entire trip.  For no other reason than my body is just used to getting up at the buttcrack of dawn.  Each night I’d wake up numerous times throughout the night and then be up for the day by 6.  Isn’t that just the saddest thing you’ve ever heard?  But dry your eyes little grasshoppers!  The silver lining of waking up early in a hotel room is that you can watch Gilmore Girls in bed.  Happy vacation to me!

shawnnathompson_sanfran_16You know what I really love about Chinatown?  Not just the little trinket shops and dim sum restaurants, although those are all lovely, but the apartments and homes above them.  I love seeing the little old women poking their heads out of their windows and hollering to their husbands below.  I think it’s charming to see the clothes pinned across the fire escape to dry.  I love when the little kiddos faces flash past the windows as they run from room to room.  It’s so thrilling to me, all that life happening right above where we shop and eat.  You know what I mean?  I kept saying to Casey, all these people live here!  We’re just here on a vacation but they actually live here.  How exciting!  Well, exciting until they see me peeking into their windows.  Then I’m sure it gets a little weird.

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shawnnathompson_sanfran_11Second trip to Miette.  Not sorry about it.  I ended up getting those candies up there.  See them?  Yah, those.


shawnnathompson_sanfran_8Ahh Mr. Holmes Bakehouse, home of the cruffin.  Guys, listen.  I know that the whole cruffin/duffin/cronut phenomenon is a bit trendy and snobnoxious.  But when something tastes as good as ^^this^^, I will happily wait in line with the rest of Instagram to get mine.  SO GOOD.

shawnnathompson_sanfran_4Ok ok enough food already!  So then we went to Napa for approximately 24 hours.  Just enough time to visit 4 vineyards and eat 2.5 delicious meals.  The .5 is the “leftover” cruffins we ate on the way there on Friday.  (Are they considered leftovers if we only bought them 2 hours earlier?  Yes.  Is the answer we’re looking for.)  Oops, sorry, we’re talking about food again.

shawnnathompson_sanfran_26shawnnathompson_sanfran_14^^This place^^ was THE most beautiful winery I’ve ever been to. (Thanks A&A!)  It’s in a cave and the wine is insane and everything is extremely elegant and sophisticated.  Everything.  Except… that they use Softsoap handsoap in the bathrooms?  I mean, there is absolutely nothing wrong with Softsoap.  We’ve bought Softsoap before.  It just surprised me that this winery, with an LED light installation on the ceiling of the bathroom, had a row of Softsoaps lined up next to the sinks.  I mean, I guess if you’re going to save money somewhere it might as well be on hand soap, right?…

Yah, I’m not sure what’s wrong with me.  I need to get a life, pronto. 

Anyways, Softsoap and all, it was amazing.  We bought one bottle of wine there that cost Crosby his freshman year of college.  Sorry, kid.  Freshman year is overrated anyways.  #not

Processed with VSCOcam with 6 presetThis day also happened to be our actual 5-year anniversary day.  So.  Smoochies must be smooched.


shawnnathompson_sanfran_3Another beautiful winery, where we tasted wine at 9:45 AM.  WHAT IS THIS LIFE.


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Annnnnd then we left.  Which means we’re done with the pictures.  Which also means you made it to the end of this post. Great job, blog soldiers.  Thanks for indulging me.  And another big huge thank you to my mom and stepdad, who took perfect care of our little guy while we were gone.  Couldn’t have done it without you!

Ok sorry, one more photo! And one last happy 5th anniversary to my guy.  Love you more than cruffins and game hen, Mr. T.

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those two weeks when my kid grew teeth and learned to crawl.

Good Monday to ya!  I’d like to welcome myself back to the blog, seeing as how I’ve been MIA since I was a wee 30.0 year old.  I really didn’t mean for 2+ weeks to slip by before coming back here but I have a good excuse, I swear.  And that excuse is two tiny teeth that now take up residence inside little Crosby’s mouth.  Teething is no joke, my friends.  But you moms already knew that didn’t you?  Of course you did, you even warned me about it but I just sort of shrugged it off like I did most advice I was given pre-baby.  Teething is just another one of those situations with babies that you really can’t understand unless you’re in it.  Like, really in it.  Like, hunkered down with a refrigerated teething toy in one hand, a tissue in another, and a glass of wine balancing in the crook of your arm.  Because survival.  In all honesty, Crosby has been handling teething pretty well.  Under his layers of snot and in between his dramatic sob sessions, he’s still a happy little guy.  And I can’t really complain too hard about having to get up to give him a few extra snuggles at night.  Or butt pats.  Crosby is all about the butt pats.  (For you non-parents, a butt pat is when you pat a baby’s butt.  Don’t say I never taught you anything.)

In other news, a couple of nights ago I woke up in the middle of the night with all these great ideas for blog posts.  I knew I’d forget them as soon as I fell back asleep so I quickly typed them into my iphone notes before nodding off again.  Great idea in theory, but when I looked at them the next morning I could not make sense out of a single thing I wrote down.  I remember that I didn’t put my glasses on when I typed them in, which is a rookie move on my part.  Regardless, these notes…I don’t know what I was thinking…  Help me, won’t you?

The first note says “Csection conx”.  Besides sounding slightly unsavory, I don’t know what it means.  Maybe I wanted to start a support group called the C-section Connection?  Or maybe I meant c-section cons?  In which case…. I still don’t know what that means.  How boring would a blog post about the cons of c-sections be?  Just like, ask your doctor.  I don’t know, anyways.  The next note says “change from diaper n the middle”.  Again, ??????  I don’t even know if I want to make sense of that one.  The third note says “Update: coffee tea formula”.  Which obviously means I finally perfected my coffee, tea and formula beverage…?  Or whatever.  (I was pretty impressed with the use of a colon on that one, though.)  The last one says “photo an hour” and I think I know what this one means.  I remember seeing a photo challenge somewhere where you take one photo every (waking) hour for a whole day.  Then you can sort of display them as all as play-by-play of your day.  So I’m guessing I thought it’d be fun to do a blog post like that?  Which, I don’t know, would it?  I personally am super interested in hearing about other people’s daily routines.  Or maybe I’m just nosey.  Anyway, I might try it later this week.  And if it’s stimulating enough, I’ll post the photos here.  As for the rest of those stellar ideas, I think I’ll pass.  Unless anyone is interested in learning more about the inner workings of csection conx?  Or maybe the plural of conx is conxes?  Conxi?  Conxen?  I’ll consult my unconscious self and get back to you on that one.

Other haps.  Crosby started crawling today during our baby music class.  He’s been army crawling/planking/downward dogging like cray for the past few weeks but today was the first time he legit crawled.  Onto another baby girl’s blanket.  Kid’s got game, is what it is.  Also, send help.

Speaking of which, one of my other mama friends gave me a run down of all the things I should probably do to babyproof our house.  And it’s extensive.  Prior to that I’d only thought of plugging the outlets with those plastic thingies.  Which I did last week, and felt super accomplished btw.  Anyways, she sent me a babyproofing list, I started sweating, and then I made the executive decision to instead just wrap Crosby up in bubble wrap everyday.  So what I’m saying is, does anyone have a coupon to Office Depot because I’m going to need a lot of bubble wrap.  Also, send help.

Also, I’m out of wine.  Seriously, SEND HELP.


Ok byeeee.

 


oh hi! i have a blog and here is a post. also, lindsey was here.

Hi, my name is Shawnna and I’m a shitty blogger.  It’s been 10 days since my last post.  I’m having withdrawals.

Sorry for the MIA-ness lately.  It’s been cray cray town up in the heezy for the past few weeks.  Or let’s be honest, more like the past few months. Summer, man, am I right?

So here we are.  Thursday in September.  Who saw that one coming?  Not me…  And Portland is totally being a shit and is all like Oh, it’s September?  Ok cool I’ll be suddenly rainy and just deal with it!

Blerg.

Let’s take it back a few days though, shall we?  Back to the days of the sun.  This past (sunny) weekend one of my besties and her BF came to stay with us for the long holiday weekend.  And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have one of my top 4 Portland weekends with them.  So much fun, those two are.  I think my flabs are still a little sore from all the giggs.  If there’s one thing my little LA and I are good for, it’s making each other snort laugh to the point of hurt-face.  I love her so…

We spent the weekend bike riding along the waterfront, hanging at breweries, nerding out at arcades, clearing out bars at karaoke, then having karaoke-induced hangovers, exploring, humdingering, hiking, cliff jumping and stuffing our faces at food carts.  A true Portland experience.  And the weather did it’s little thing where it makes people all googly-eyed and wonder what it’d be like to move here… and we did our little thing where we made this little/big city seem amazinger than usual. So I’m not-so-secretly hoping the weather and I fooled LA + boyf just enough to make them move here.  (cue the evil laugh)  Mwahahahaha!

riders

funny frands

basecampin

beers2

rizzijumps  punchbowls[ love you to the moon and back lindspoop. ]

So after that weekend of verbal debauchery, we’ve been laying low, getting back into the swing of things, and you know, in general just being amazing at life.

Tonight we’re headed to our first broadway play in Portland.  We bought season tickets this year so we’ve got 6 plays on our horizon.  Our rainy horizon.  Sigh…. Can’t win em all, can you Stumptown?  (I initially wrote that ‘can’t wine them all’… so we all know where my head is at today.)