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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!


thoughts on fall, maternity leave and baby transportation.

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Can I be a lame for a second and talk about how I can’t believe it’s already October?   I seriously feel like it was just August… and then I blinked and it was fall.  And by “blinked” I mean, I had a baby and the entire month of September became a blur of run-on days and nights that somehow manifested themselves into a full month.  And now here we are in the heart of October and I’m so caught off guard by it.  Normally I’m all about the fall-type activities and Halloween planning and cider and pumpkin-flavored everything!  So far this year, the only pumpkins in our house are the two that are hanging off my chest.  Speaking of which, I need to pump… BRB.

I’m back.  Where was I?  Ah yes, jack o’lantern boobs.  Let’s just agree to move on, shall we?

So what I’m really thinking about now that we’re knee-deep into fall is that the clock is already ticking on my maternity leave.  Sob.  I’m really so incredibly lucky to have a full four months at home with Crosby before I go back to work and I so very much want to make the most of it.  And that’s what’s been on my mind lately, making sure that I’m taking advantage of these precious few months that are already flying by.

That said, I’m still figuring it all out.  And trying to establish a “routine”.  Whatever that means.  It’s a work in progress… and lately I’ve realized that I’ve been putting a lot of pressure on myself when I’m home alone with Crosby during the week.  Like I need to be completing a certain amount of tasks each day in order to be considered productive.  I think because I’m not technically “working”, I feel like I need to manage more of our home life.  I have this endless to-do list in my head of things I want to get done each day, beyond just taking care of Crosby.  Like I should be able to take care of the baby and get all the housework done and take care of the dogs and run errands and BLOG! and and and.  Some days it all works out… other days I’m lucky if I’m out of my pj’s by 8pm.  And when those “other” days happen, I feel disappointed in myself for not having accomplished more.  It’s silly really.  Because the thing of it is, and what I’m trying to remind myself, is that taking care of Crosby IS my job right now.  And it’s a very full-time job.  The most important job of my life so far.  Definitely more important than multitasking everything, to the point where I might miss out on little moments with my kid.  I mean, it’s great if I can have dinner on the table by the time Casey gets home from work… but if I can’t, it’s so not the end of the world.  Right?  (Especially given my culinary prowess these days.  Last week I put coconut milk, diced tomatoes and rice in the crockpot and called it soup.  Yeesh.)

Right.  So.  Being in the moment.  Letting go of lists.  Loving on my baby.  That’s my fall horoscope.

Regardless of how chaotic our day is or isn’t, I do try to take Crosby and the dogs for a walk every day.  It’s taken some getting used to – managing all those boys.  They’re a lot to wrangle.  Especially when my small but mighty dogs become distracted by… anything.  I’m constantly scanning the ground for squirrels or rogue hamburger buns, either of which could be the trigger that causes the pups to bolt and pull my arm out of its socket.  It’s physical AND mental exercise, you see?  And of course I want to make sure Crosby is as safe as possible, so we’ve been testing out all our different baby transportation options to find the one that works the best for us.  What do I mean by baby transportation, you ask?  Well, we have our stroller…. with all the fixings.  We also have an Ergo.  And then we have a Boba wrap.  We also have a Solly wrap on loan from a friend.  And then of course I have just like, my bare arms.  But!  Who knew there were so many ways to get a baby from point A to point B?  The jury is still out on which one is our favorite but I do feel a bit like a douche for having so many.  I remember before Crosby was born, when we said we wouldn’t be the type of people who hoarded baby junk.  We were totally like, let’s just get this ONE kind of thing and it’ll work perfectly and our baby will love it!  ……. HA.  And now we’re totally like give me ALL of the things, in order to find the one that will keep him calm happy and/or quiet.  Right?

So that’s all we have for today.  And look!  I can cross off blogging from list for today!  Aren’t you so very glad? ;)

And now, a few pictures from a mini photo shoot on our couch.  Here we go!

shawnnathompson_maternityleave_2Every once in a while homeboy will whip out the cross-eyes.  And then we call him Crossby.  Because we’re hilarious, fantastic parents.

shawnnathompson_maternityleave_1Crossby does not appreciate the joke.

shawnnathompson_maternityleave_6Not at all.

shawnnathompson_maternityleave_5No I mean, he really hates it.  And then we start to feel bad…

shawnnathompson_maternityleave_8So then I tell him we’ll buy him a pony to make up for it.

shawnnathompson_maternityleave_3And then we’re cool again. Let’s be honest. He OWNS us.