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a wednesday brain dump.

Processed with VSCOcam with f2 presetYou know when you’re grocery shopping with your baby in a front-facing carrier and you lean over to grab a package of refrigerated tortillas and then your baby vomits directly into the cold case?  Yah, me either.  (::side-eye::)

So hey, how is everyone doing?  It’s Wednesday.  So… there’s that.

We’re off to a great start aren’t we?  I apologize.  My brain is not really firing on all cylinders.  It’s just so full of things lately that I feel like it may or may not explode.  Work things (I’m doing some part-time writing work. Ye$!!), fun things (my mama is flying in today! and Mother’s Day is coming up, and we’re taking trip to San Francisco next week!) and then also just everyday things (laundry and vacuuming and diapers! and dog walks and both the post office AND UPS, because I must have accidentally budged in front of an elderly person at some point in the past and attracted some really bad waiting-in-line karma.)  Believe it or not, I am not actually complaining about any of this.  I swearsies.  I’m just working it out on paper (screen?)… and I think I’m inadvertently using this blog post as my to-do list for later today.  And in that case, buy coffee creamer and parchment paper.

Circling back to that San Francisco trip I mentioned, next week is Casey and my 5 year wedding anniversary.  I know what you’re thinking, how could I possibly be married for 5 years?  I don’t look a day over 21!  Right? ……?…..?…. Alas, I am not the spritely young buck I once was. I am now a married-for-five-years-has-a-kid-found-a-gray-eyelash-a-few-weeks-ago-still-scarred-by-it-30-year-old.  And anyways!  The point of this is that we’ve been married for 5 years and want to celebrate that so we’re taking a trip to SF/Napa, just me and my bae (<— gross. I won’t attempt that again, promise.).  We’re SUPER excited but I’m also internally freaking out over leaving Crosby for 3 nights.  We planned this trip a few months ago and I thought that by now I’d be “ready” and “okay” with leaving him for a few days, but you know what?  It’s going to be hard.  I’m used to being with that little poop factory all day, every day.  My mom is going to be here to watch him so I know he’ll be juuuust fine.  It’s me that I’m worried about.  I’m just really going to miss him.  I guess what I’ll have to do is drown my sorrows in a nice big glass of Pinot.  It’s really the only way I can see myself getting through this.

So anyhoodles, if you have any recommendations for things to do in SF, let me know!  I think we’re going to be touristy for the most part, since it’s Casey’s first trip there.  We’ll probably visit Fisherman’s Wharf and the Ferry Building and maybe rent some bikes and take them across the Golden Gate bridge.  And then we have a couple of winery tastings scheduled in Napa, thanks to a few lovely friends who are members at fancy pantsy wineries.  (Thanks pals!)   Sidenote: One of the first times we hung out with one of these friends was at a party she was throwing at her condo.  We didn’t know at the time that she was such a wine connoisseur (totally had to look up how to spell that word.) and so the expression on her face when I told her that the wine I’d brought to her party was bought at the Rite Aid below my apartment, was priceless.  I mean, I’d bought the most expensive bottle they had!  $14.99!  Good times.  Anyhoo!  Wine!  We’re gonna drink some!

Welp, the baby just woke up, so that’s about all I’ve got for you today.  Have a great Wednesday, homies!

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when the parents come to town.

Hi loves!

How is your week going? I’m struggling to find my mojo this week. Which typically happens after we have a particularly stellar weekend, like we just did.  My mama and stepdad were here and just left yesterday morning, so my usual “case of the Monday’s” has crept into Tuesday as well.  Blerg.

The parents actually drove here from MN to bring us some really amazing stuff for our house and to get rid of pass on some of my childhood boxes.  More on that later.  I still can’t believe that they made that trek for us.  We haven’t even made the drive from OR to MN yet!  But we’re so grateful that they did.  Both Casey and I got really lucky in the parent department.  Best in the world, if you ask me.

Friday we played hooky from work and went whitewater rafting, as one usually does with their parents.  Right?  It was so so amazing.  But sweet little baby jeebus, that water was facking cold!  Saturday was spent thrifting for homey stuff, hitting up as many food carts as possible and hanging out in general.  And on Sunday us ladies tended to Urban Outfitters and coffee while our guys built a bench from scratch.  I’m still in awe over that.  It looks like a bench and is sturdy and everything!  Proud of those boys.

In true parent fashion, they dropped me off at work yesterday before leaving town to head back to the motherland.  I held it together pretty well as we hugged on the street corner.  But as soon as I walked away (in my backpack no less, like a giant child) I immediately missed my mama.  And there’s something about them driving away rather than flying, I could physically feel the distance between us growing with every minute.  

It’s always difficult, the saying goodbye part of the program.  Which is a given since we live so far away from our favorite people.  And I don’t think we’ll ever quite master it.  It might even get more difficult each time.  But that’s life?  And we should be grateful for the time we do get to spend together?  Or whatever you’re supposed to say to make yourself feel better when you miss someone?

Despite my whining, it was such a good time.  Here is some photographical evidence, if you care to see…

rafters[ nothing says Good Morning like 50 degree water, up my shorts.  heyo! ]familybig [ I found a Zoltar machine, just like in the movie Big!  But my fortune was less than life-changing… it said something about returning my Netflix on time.  Which sucks because I was really looking forward to playing the floor piano at FAO Schwartz and getting an apartment in the city with a giant trampoline and bunk beds. And yelling, “$187 DOLLARS!”…. Sigh.  ]  coffeeJPGgrub[ a parent’s first falafel must be documented. ]mamaandme[ we did not plan the red sweatshirt/black yoga pants thing.  we just have a tendency to show up wearing the same thing.  even when we’re under the same roof.  great minds… and all of that.  ] woodsman  woodsman2[ our proud bench-builders. ]groupy

Ma & Tim, we love and miss you so much.  Thank you for your zucchini bread, your woodworking skills, your mutual adoration of popcorn, your cravings for middle-class ice cream, your love for your granddog, and mostly for loving and supporting us the way you do…yourewelcome