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weekend recap. and casey is home!

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Casey got home last night from his long weekend in Minnesota and we’re all super pumped to have him back, for various reasons.  We all missed him a lot, obvi.  (<—sorry)  But I know Crosby particularly missed the made-up songs that his papa (loudly) sings to him on the changing table.  I missed taking a shower in peace and, on this particular day, having someone around who is willing to be on the “removal” end of the Nose Frida.  ::shudder::  And the dogs?  They likely missed having someone around who doesn’t bark (heh) at them nonstop to quit making so much noise during nap time.  So, anyways.  Welcome home Casebear.  We all missed you like crazy!  And will continue to miss you since you won’t be home until after a work event tonight.  Waa.

How do single parents do it?!  I only have one fairly easy kiddo and I still got worn out by taking care of literally everything for just 4 days.  I mentioned to a friend, who asked how it was going, that the first two nights Casey was gone I put Crosby to bed at 7:30, and by 7:31 I was sitting on the couch with a glass of wine.  (See!  I told you in one of my last posts… netflix and wine, people.  That’s the majority of my evenings.  Netflix and wine.)  But anyways, single parents.  I can’t imagine.  I can’t imagine my long weekend being your every single day.  Not that my weekend was especially hard, it was actually great fun.  But also?  Exhausting.  There’s no off button when you’re doing it alone.  There’s no downtime to even like, look the other direction.  You have to be on and focused at all times.  Lest you want your child to drop a book on his head resulting in a little cut right between his eyes (guilty).   It’s so much easier to have someone else to help partner you through the good, bad, the smelly and the snotty.  But also, to share in the fun stuff too!  So single, parents… you have my utmost respect.  You have my admiration.  You can also have all of my wine.

All that said, we honestly did had a really great weekend. We hit up a bunch of parks.  We found a Halloween costume for the Cros.  (It’s not the turkey hat below, though I think that’s going to be mandatory at Thanksgiving this year.) We also went on a whole bunch of walks, met up with some pals, got ice cream with some old friends that were in town, and went to a barbecue.  The weather was aces and I made lasagna.  Among other less notable food things.  I also cleaned the house, decorated for Halloween (Don’t get too excited.  I have approximately 3 decorations so it took me all of 7 minutes to “decorate”.) and made it about halfway through an actual book.  BTW, ever since I got past the annoyance of the word “tidying”, I’m actually really loving the The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up.  I like to imagine a really clean, clutter-free home filled with only things I truly love… Which would be my family, my Birkenstocks, Crosby’s baby book, and of course, Netflix and wine.

This week is supposed to be beautifully fall-ish so we’re hoping to spend a bunch of time outside.  That is, if a certain little person’s aforementioned snotty nose is kept under control.  There is nothing worse than seeing your kid wake up with a face full of crust.  Actually, I’m sure there are many things that are much worse than that.  But on this particular day, it’s the worse.  And the grodiest.

Grainy iphone photos, ahoy!

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“Oh, hey Crosby, could you please not fall out of that cupboard that you climbed into until after I take a picture of you? Thanks.”

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Assuming our N&W positions. (Netflix & wine! Are we sick of this reference yet?)

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Crosby’s stroller demeanor is so stoic and silent.  It’s really quite frightening/lovely.

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That’s it.  That’s all.

Happy Tuesday, my friends!


thursday things.

shawnnathompson_thursdaythings1. After I read back my last blog post, I counted the number of different places we’ve stayed this summer…. as in, the number of different places we slept.  And the answer is 12.  12 different beds!!  If I didn’t have a baby, a husband, two dogs, a mid-sized SUV, and dinner in the crockpot, this would probably seem more scandalous.

2. Speaking of dinner.  Since Casey is back at work, I’ve reprised my role as the preparer of 3 meals a day for us.  This is not groundbreaking stuff people, it’s just annoying.  I’m already so over it someone HALP ME.  What are some great/easy recipe ideas?  That the whole family will enjoy?  That pair well with any kind of wine?

3. I can probably count on one hand (ok fine, maybe two) the amount of times I’ve worn makeup this summer.  Casey weirdly prefers that I don’t wear it, and since we’ve been outdoorsing so much it hasn’t seemed worth the effort.  It’s pretty liberating actually, but earlier today before heading out the door on a Target run, I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection with no makeup, a baseball cap, running shorts, and a baby on my hip, and just yelled “holy *fudging shoot* I’m a mom!”  (Ladies!  My PSA of the day is this, I bought this baseball cap in black for $8, and it’s been a permanent fixture on my headed since it arrived.  I larv it.)  Full disclosure: I’m currently wearing mascara and my lips are slightly stained red from eating a few too many Twizzlers.

4. Also on the way to Target, I was thinking about Crosby’s early days/months and how I would stress out about getting in the car to go anywhere with him.  Especially Target because I somehow always got caught in traffic going there, even if it was 11am on a Tuesday.  Crosby absolutely HATED being in the car until he was probably 7 months old.  He’d scream his head off the entire time while I attempted to reach back and soothe him/try not to get into a car accident and/or develop 17 ulcers.  Ughawd.  I have PTSD from those days.

5. Want to hear something random?  Course ya do.  Whenever we’re out shopping and I show Casey something and he wants to know how much it costs, he asks me “dónde?” It’s so ridiculous because we both know it’s incredibly incorrect, but it makes me laugh every time.

6. Up until this Tuesday, Crosby had only been mistaken for a girl one time in his life.  But, today is the third day in a row that someone has called him a “she”.   Listen, I don’t really care if people make that assumption, it doesn’t bother me.  Crosby doesn’t seem to care either.  But it just seems strange that it’s happened three days in a row.  It’s not like I’ve started dressing him in bright pink or putting bows in his (three) hairs.   Today he’s wearing a green shirt and an orange baseball cap, but we still got a “oh she’s cute, how old?”  …maybe it’s the pink tutu he’s also wearing that’s throwing people off…?… I be kidding.  Funny story, my friend Laura got sick of people assuming her baby guy Clark was a girl, so one day when someone asked her what her daughter’s name was, she just said Charlotte.  Ha!  I might do that next time (probably tomorrow) just for funsies.  Stay tuned….

7. We love our house, we really do.  But.  There are only about 15 feet between our house and our neighbors.  And since both of our living spaces are sort of facing each other, we end up hearing a lot of each other’s lives.  Oddly enough, we don’t really talk to them when we see them in person.  Not for lack of trying on our part, they just don’t seem to want to engage with us.  It’s actually pretty awkward, etc.  So anyways, the other day I was feeding Crosby lunch and our dogs started barking out the window at a squirrel.  Our dogs bark a lot, and it’s terribly annoying but we really do everything we can to keep them quiet, short of punching them in the ass.  So they were barking on and off for maybe a minute, and I’m running between them and Crosby trying to quiet them/feed him.  I was getting super frustrated with them already but then I heard the lady neighbor say, “Ugh, would you make them shut up already!”, to which I responded (I never have before) “I’m working on it SO BACK OFF!”  The second half of which was said in a slight demon voice.  Not my finest hour.  Anyways, I was telling Casey the story later and every time I used my crazy demon voice, Crosby would laugh.  Should…. should we be nervous?

8. Does anyone else have the problem where they find tiny holes at the bottom of their shirts?  Like, the size of a sesame seed?  No, you are not being punk’d, I’m seriously asking this question.  Because it happens to all of my shirts!  At first I thought it was moths (yuck) but it’s been happening to me for years and it doesn’t happen to Casey’s clothes.  So unless there is a family of moths following just me around the country… that’s not the answer.  I’ve googled it and it apparently happens to a lot of people, most of whom say it’s from wearing belts.  But I rarely wear belts anymore so I don’t know you tell me.  It’s probably the neighbor’s fault.

9. Do you guys listen to podcasts? I’ve gotten into them over the last year or so, especially while taking my daily walks with Crosby and the assholes dogs, and for the past 2 weeks all I’ve been listening to is Mortified.  If you’re not familiar, it’s basically real-life people reading their diaries, letters, stories, etc. from when they were younger.  For the most part, they are hilarious, embarrassing and right up my alley of awkwardness.  I highly suggest you listen right now, and perhaps start with the episode about Joan and the romantic novel she wrote when she was in the 6th grade.  I never say “lol” but I would for this show.  All the lols.

10. Does anyone know whatever happened to Ja Rule?  Just curious.

tuesday stuff.


  • Not much new to report today other than it’s Tuesday and I’m having a pretty bad hair day.  Whoever said pregnancy makes your hair healthy and shiny can eat my shorts.  The only thing happening north of my neck is a serious case of bedhead, which somehow manifests even when I haven’t been sleeping?  Cool stuff, pregnancy.
  • Last weekend, when everyone else was hunting Easter eggs and stuffing their faces with chocolate bunnies, Casey and I were spring cleaning our casa.  We’ve never really done the whole spring cleaning thing before… but we sorta figured we should do it since we own a house now and I really needed a reason to search for that piece of garlic that’s been hiding under the oven for the last 4 months.  Despite it’s spritely name, spring cleaning sucks.  It took for.ev.er and I was SO sore on Sunday that all I could really do was lay in bed and watch 6 episodes of Parenthood on Amazon Prime.  (I think we’ve just found the source of my perma-bedhead…)
  • Before all the TV watching on Sunday, we did take the dogs to the dog park.  All was going swell until Eddie got hisself peed on.  I’m not sure how it happened, all I know is he came running up to me and I bent down to pet his head and then promptly stood back up with a handful of dog stranger’s pee on my hand. Which was fun.  Eddie didn’t mind, that is until we got home and gave him the bath of a friggin lifetime.  It’s safe to say he was cleansed of all of his sins this Easter.  Amen.
  • I’ve spent the last 15 minutes trying to get onto the Sun Chips website.  Yes, Sun Chips as in, Sun Chips.  Because why?  Because I want to know why, for the love of William H Macy, can’t I find green Sun Chips anywhere?  I wouldn’t say that green Sun Chips are so much a pregnancy craving as they are a necessary part of life.  I’ve seriously looked for them at every major grocery store in a 5 miles radius and sure you can find Harvest Cheddar, which will suffice in a bind, and the red ones… which I’m not even sure what flavor they are… Original? Who cares about them.  I need the green ones!  And they are seriously nowhere to be found.  Last week out of pure luck I found an individual size bag of green ones at dear old Mr. French’s coffee shop at the bottom of my office building.  And that was a great day.  I think I heard the heavens open up when I spotted that little green bag at the back of that chip bin.  I almost hugged Mr. French but did not, for fear that I might crush some of my precious chips in the process.  Anyways, I’ve been trying to get onto the Sun Chips website so I can send an email to whoever is in charge of stocking Portland with green Sun Chips because UR DOIN IT WRONG.  However, their website isn’t loading and how many minutes is too many minutes to spend clicking the reload button on the Sun Chips website?  Maybe this is a sign that this is a fruitless task.  Hmmm… fruit sounds good right about now…. (Non-preggers people: please pour yourself a glass of wine, go back and reread that paragraph, and have a drink every time you read the words “Sun Chips”.  Thank you, you’re welcome.)
  • Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you probably know that Mila Kunis is preggers with Ashton Kutcher’s bebe.  The thing is, I think she and I are right around the same timing which makes me kind of proud?  Like we’re going through this together.  Like we can lean on each other.  I plan to send her an invitation to brunch to discuss, just as soon as I finish up my heated email to a one Mr. Chip, Sun. 
  • I feel like I need to give that husband of mine a shoutout.  Especially because he’s been such a gem during this lovely pregnancy hormone mood swing phase that I like to call “bitchiness”.  Thank gawd it’s not a constant thing (or is it Casey? IS IT!?!)…  No really, the bitchiness tends to sneak up on me quite quickly and unexpectedly… and it usually manifests in me either biting Casey’s head off, or responding to him by making fart-noises with my mouth.  It’s a fun phase that I’m most definitely documenting in my baby book for our sweet little one to read about many years down the road.  (“I felt you move today Baby!  I also threw a spatula at your father when he told me he couldn’t find green Sun Chips at the grocery store.”)

greetings from doglandia.

Well hello there strangers!  Sorry for the radio silence here on That’s Me for the past however long.  I blame it on having 2 dogs now that take up all my times.  That’s what kids dogs are good for right?  Using as an excuse?  No?

It’s not so much that the Eddie addition is that much more work, I think it’s more that we’ve just been concentrating on getting he and Gus acclimated and spending some QT time with them to get them comfortable with their new situations, etc.  AKA more family time, less free (blog) time.  Also, it’s reallllly difficult to take out and about pictures when you are being pulled in opposite directions by two high energy pups.  There’s a (more than usual) amount of flailing about and tripping over sidewalk cracks on our morning walks, that’s for sure.

But!  Since I’ve last checked in, we’ve celebrated one birthday (Casey has officially entered the last year of his twenties!) AND Halloween.  Can you believe it’s November?  Starbucks has holiday cups already!  Everyone knows that that is the official start of the holiday season.

We’re gearing up for a little vacay as well – which couldn’t come at a better time.  In just three days we’re headed to good ‘ol Tucson, Arizona to ring in Homecoming with some of our pals from back in Casey’s grad school days.  We haven’t been back since we left in December of 2011.  Again, can you believe?  We’re so freaking excited it’s stupid.  There are about 15 of our favorite people that are headed back for the weekend so it’ll definitely be a fun little reunion.  A few of our favorite couple friends are bringing their infant children so I’m anticipating a change of pace from our usual pub-crawling, tailgating priorities.  There will definitely be a lot of kid talk on the horizon.  Although I can definitely relate to cleaning up poo and obsessing over every cute thing that my kid dog does.  AMIRIGHT dog owners?

In conclusion – here are some pictures of my very cute KIDS DOGS!

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The end. Woof.


and eddie makes four.


In addition to having the brosef and family in town this past weekend, we also made an addition to our family…. in the form of doggie #2.  Internets, meet Eddie!


Eddie stole our dog-lovin’ hearts the moment we set eyes on him.  We found him on a beagle rescue site about a month ago, had a meet and greet, made sure he and Gus got along (they hit it off like gangbusters), waited until he got fixed up at the vet, filled out the paperwork, picked him up, brought him home, and loved him forever and ever the end.

Eddie’s had a rough go of things up to this point.  His last owners were terrible and did some pretty mean things to him.  Those assholes.  But you’d never know it because Mr. Ed is the sweetest little guy you’ll ever meet.  Seriously, he’s such a little love.   But with that much sweetness comes great responsibility to have some kind of issues, ya know?   He’s still being potty-trained, he has a tendency to nose through the garbage and Good Lawd! that dog can clear a room with his toots.

But it’s all fine because he’s SOCUTEOMG.

The first 3 days have been nutty but awesome.  Some Eddie highlights include: jumping onto the kitchen counter, peeing on Gus’s head, and breaking down our dog-baby gate.  You guys, he’s not even that big, he’s like 25 pounds.  That mofo has some serious street skillz.

So I guess we are officially crazy dog-people?  Or does that status come after 3 dogs?  Not that we’d ever get a third.  Unless he was as cute as our two little piggies…IMG_4830IMG_4848family photoPS Is it normal to find dog hair in your pockets?  Like, a lot of it?  If so, then I’m extremely normal.


hey neighbors, sorry for all the barking.

[ Bear + Gus : animals in distress, clearly. ]

Dear neighbors in the apartment below us,

We’re really sorry about Saturday.

As you most definitely know, we have a dog.  I’m sure you also know that his name is Gus, since we yell it every 10 minutes when he starts eating something he’s not supposed to.  In fact, just this morning he chewed a hole through the side of a shoe, a shoe that he’d previously chewed the lining out of.  Apparently he likes to chew through things in stages so I can only assume he’ll be attacking the laces next.  But you never know, Gus can surprise you.

Anyways, where was I?  Oh yes, Saturday.  I should tell you that there were actually two dogs in attendance at our apartment this weekend.  Gus of course, and a horse-sized pup named Bear that we were dog sitting.  You probably heard us yell Bear’s name a few times but this could have been confusing since my husband and I also call each other “Bear” quite often. Regardless, after attempting to wear Bear and Gus out at the dog park (twice), we thought we could trust them to chill at home for a couple of hours while we attempted to have a social life.  Little did we know, we should not have.  We’re very sorry that as soon as we left they started barking like the wild animals that they’re not.  We’re sorry that the barking was to such an extent that you had to call the management office and tell them that “there is an animal in distress” in our apartment.  We’re sorry you could hear it “from your living room and your bathroom”. (PS that’s because we had put one dog in the living room and one dog in the bathroom so kudos on the sound detection skillz.) We’re also sorry that you had to walk down a whole flight of stairs “to see if the dogs could be heard from not just one but two stories down and in fact, they could”.  We’re sorry those two mongrels interrupted your Saturday, which I can only assume was super boring though, considering you had all this time on your hands to run around our building and call people.  But seriously, we are sorry.  It had to be annoying and I’m sure you wanted to punch us in the face a little for making you put up with it for the full 40 minutes that we were gone.

But the truth is that I’m way too embarrassed to apologize in person because if you heard those dogs then who knows what else you’ve heard over the last 13 months?  Sometimes I scream at my husband for loading the dishwasher wrong.  (So you probably know him by name as well.)  And sometimes we sing made up songs together in the morning, loudly.  And there are the special occasions when the husband loses a bet and has to let me tickle him for 30 seconds and the noises that come out of him can only be described as Will Ferrel meets zoo animal.

So again, we’re sorry.  I guess for not only Saturday, but every day.  We’re hoping to buy a house and move out soon.  But if you happen to go first and are replaced by someone who is either hearing-impaired or someone who truly enjoys Will Ferrell, we wouldn’t be mad.

Ok, bye.

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