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bundle.

Oh hi! Guys. It me. Casually strolling into here after a few months of rechargin the batts. Not like, the computer batts… my batts, like my internal battery, not actually batteries, not like double A’s, like…. oh never mind.

Honestly, it was nice to take a little break from spewing my words onto the interwebs. As much as I love writing and sharing, sometimes a girl just needs a minute. Ya feel?

So, what have I been up to, you ask? Well, the past few months have been spent bundling my children. Yes, bundling. *The act of putting shitloads of layers on before going outside.* Bundling up, then bundling down, then back up, then sideways, then upside down, then again, and more, and two more times, in that order, but backwards. If you have no idea what bundling is, then I hate you. (JK I love you and can I come visit?)

Ok ok, so I also watched this past season of the Bachelor, but other than that my winter has been spent bundling. Of course I might be exaggerating just a bit (who me?) but I seriously do feel like a large part of my life these days consists of getting my kids prepared to literally open the door and brave the elements. This is something we haven’t ever really had to deal with until this winter since Portland never got this cold and the few months that we lived here last winter we pretty much stuck to the skyways. If you have no idea what skyways are, then I hate you.  (JK I love you and can I come visit?) Our kids never had thick winter coats until this past year… and sweet baby jeezus they are a pain in my ass to deal with. (The coats, not my kids. Maybe.) Anyways, Crosby’s preschool is a half mile from our house and in the fall we’d walk 10 minutes to get there, easy-peasy. But since basically mid-October we’ve been driving because it’s just too cold. And it literally takes us 17 hours to bundle halfway, drive, get both kids out of the car, re-bundle, bring Crosby and Willa inside, drop Crosby off at his room, then take Willa back to the car, de-bundle, drive home, and throw all of our winter clothes into a pile and light them on fire and then go to Target to buy more winter clothes. What I’m trying to say, if it isn’t blatantly obvious is: wine me.

THAT SAID. It’s finally attempting to warm up around here and I find myself finally feeling slightly at home here? ::she says as breathes into a paper bag:: This winter has been a tough re-adjustment but it’s also made me appreciate my home and my sweet little family so very much. Our house….I’m still at the point in the relationship where it gives me the warm fuzzies. It just feels like a hug. And although the cabin fever is strong within it, this winter has meant lots of fun times with my family in our new home.

You’re like, what is this, a Lifetime movie?

So I’m going to keep this one short and sweet. So hi! To the 3 of you who are reading! How have you been?? What should we talk about??

PS my winter hands look like Voldemorts face.

PPS if you want to know what it looks like to be a Minnesotan… this is it. Chilling Coors Lite required.


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!


i’m back! get excited.

HuntersHello my long-lost loves!  Apologies times twelve for the radio silence.  I’ve been having some major wordpress blog issues, which resulted in losing all the comments that you lovely folks made on all of my past blog posts… and losing all my subscribers.  Which makes me want to ugly cry.   BUT.  The problem is hopefully fixed and we should be back in bidness.  (Don’t forget to subscribe again using the form on the right, if you still want to receive notification emails when I post!)

Anyways, it’s been so long since I last posted… I feel like I may have misplaced my writing mojo.  So let’s just ease into this slowly, shall we?

Hello.

Here are 5 things that are on my mind today:

1. Chocolate chip cookies.

2. Is anyone else watching the new season of House of Cards?  Oh mah gaw.  I am affected by it.  We may or may not have watched 5 episodes in a row on Sunday afternoon.  And how perfect is Robin Wright? Ugh, everything she does is so graceful and elegant. She makes me want to get my shit together. And buy shirts with collars. And wear glasses that don’t have toothpaste splatters on them.

3. You know the memoir I plan to write?  The one tentatively titled: “I’m not hungry, but I could eat.”?  I’m thinking of starting work on it this spring.  The first chapter will highlight the nuances of sneakily eating candy out of your office drawer so that no one notices.  I’m currently in the research phase of that chapter.

4. I think Gus & Eddie are losing their winter skins, like a snake.  Even though we sweep and vacuum ALLTHETIME, their dog hair is still everywhere lately.  I found a piece of hair in my contact case this morning.  Casey had a piece lodged into his retainer the other day.  I’m completely used to pulling numerous pieces out of my food everyday.   It’s ridiculous.   Send help.

5. I got a ticket last week for being on my cell phone while driving.  Which sucks.  But despite the $160 fee, I keep thinking about how the officer’s name was Nathan Scott.  And how I was this close to telling him that there’s a character on One Tree Hill with the same name.  I highly doubt he would have been impressed.  Also, once in college I waited on a guy who’s name was Steve Madden.  He most definitely wasn’t the Steve Madden, which was obvious based on his choice in mandals… and that’s the end of that story.

The verbal dismount on this post is going to be subpar, given the lack of writing mojo.

So, see ya.

(And some pictures to send you off on your merry way!)

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