a little note...

From all of us to all of you... Happy Holidays!!

*holiday card created by Trask Rogers, my sweet husband, and helper at lemon drop studio

all ready

Happy Holidays to all my friends and family!! I hope that this season has been a merry and bright one!

All of our packages have been wrapped and are under the mean tree. I went really simple this year on gifts, and on gift wrap, as well. I have a huge roll of Kraft paper from my Aunt Michelle's work that she gave me, and plenty of ribbon and Ric Rack to spare, so that's what I used to wrap presents this year. I was worried it would look to "UPS-y", but I think that the ribbons and handmade tags help it from looking like mail parcels!

Santa has his own special wrapping paper that is hidden away, as well as his own special labels, so I can't take pictures now, for fear that Taylor will catch me! I have all the presents from Santa wrapped and up in my closet, with his Grandpa Dan's old firefighter coat over the top, keeping them from sneaking and peeking peepers.

This year to save some money Trask and I aren't buying big gifts for one another, just small gifts from Santa in our stockings this year. I can't wait for him to see his stocking... some great Etsians out there helped make it lots of fun this year. (I'm so bad at keeping secrets, but so far I've been pretty good!).

This marks our first year starting a new tradition, just our small, immediate family. Usually we spend Christmas day with Trask's mom and husband and family, but that doesn't leave Taylor and us much time in the morning for sleeping in, Santa gifts, breakfast and relaxing. Usually it leaves us feeling rushed and like we need to be in multiple places at one time and just really stretched. This year is different. We have Christmas Day together, just me, Trask and Taylor. We can go at our own pace and in the evening, we are going to go to the Portland Trailblazer basketball game! That's our present to the family and we can't wait! (and yes, Taylor has a Rudy Fernandez #5 jersey in one of his boxes to open that morning before the game!).

We will then spend some time with Taylor's Nana and Pampa the day after Christmas at their house. And Christmas Eve will be spent with my entire side of the family, a tradition I've been doing since I was very, very little. Taylor adores all my cousins, so he always looks forward to Christmas Eve fun. This year we are also going down to Eugene on Saturday to see my dad and spend some time with him. We'll be all over the place, but I'm so excited we have Christmas Day to spend together just the three (soon to be four) of us - making our own traditions! Feeling like a big kid, finally.

In baby news, all is pretty much the same. I hit 30 weeks the other day and am feeling pretty good. The other day someone asked when I was due, and when I said at the end of February, they responded with "oh my gosh, that's so soon!". WHY?! Why would someone say that to me!? It doesn't feel soon, and I don't know if I am ready or not!! It kind of put me in panic mode a bit.

I better hop of blogger and go do some cleaning. Trask and I found a lot of strange things in the couch last night, so I think that's my cue to dig the vacuum out and take care of all the treasures.


29 weeks

I hit 29 weeks a few days ago and am officially uncomfortable, but happy, at least. It's hard to catch a full breath, and I miss sleeping on my back, and on my stomach, or really sleeping well at all.

I had a doctor's appointment on Friday and a blood draw, including a glucose test and iron level test. Results come back today. I am not sure what's been up, but sugar has been having a horrible effect of me lately, making me even dizzier than I already am, as well as just making me feel sick.

My new relationship with sugar doesn't bode well with the holiday baking that Trask, Taylor and I did on Saturday! We baked three different types of cookies, and have another to do soon. We gave a bunch away to the neighbors, and will take some to Taylor's preschool holiday program tomorrow night, but there's still TOO MANY COOKIES.

All of our holiday shopping is done for the most part, and I am waiting until tomorrow while Taylor is at preschool to finish up the wrapping. He's more than excited for Christmas, and keeps requesting 'just a peek' into some of the bags. I think that he thinks if he asks nice enough, I'll just say yes. He's so very wrong.

I hope everyone had a lovely weekend and that today is a great start to the week! This week's goal is to survive the week, for me. Trask will be across the US for 3 days at the end of the week, and I just hope to keep me and Taylor alive. Feeling this dizzy and hot all the time doesn't help get things done, and Thursday is a big day at his preschool, with a field trip and a holiday party, and of course I'll be there in the classroom to help.


crocheted cacti

I swear Amber has read my diary and knows my secrets. She knows how 'we' people feel. You know the kind (I am one of them). Those who buy a plant with the best of intentions and dedication, but end up killing the plant anyway...

Well look at what Amber of Confessions of a Crochet Addict did... she crocheted cacti!! It is almost guaranteed you can't kill them! And guess what's even better?! Not only does she sell them in her etsy shop, but right now you can enter the giveaway on her blog for a chance to win a set for free. You can't beat that deal with a stick!

Giveaway ends on New Year's Eve at midnight. And if you win and you're one of my readers, you have to give me one. Well, you don't have to, but it's the right thing to do.

Good luck and tell Amber I sent you!


28 weeks

Last Friday I hit 28 weeks. I don't fit in anything. I am refusing to buy more maternity clothes. This leaves me wearing Trask's shirts, but at least I have cute shoes. Or at least I'm told they are cute, because honestly I can't see them all that well. I'm going to paint my toes today while I can still kind of reach them. I would go get a pedicure, but that means I'd have to shave my legs, and that sounds like a lot of work.


another open letter

Dear Very Nice Man at the Christmas Tree Farm,

My family and I wanted to say THANK YOU! We came to your Christmas Tree farm on Saturday morning, when it was about 30 degrees outside, and your jolly and merry demeanor warmed us up. Well, no, it didn't, but it warmed our spirits up, but really, we were still freezing cold, despite our many layers of clothing, coats and scarves. Our feet got stuck in your frozen dirt, but the crunching noise it made under our feet was delightful.

Our experience at your tree farm was terrific. We found a perfectly shaped tree in very little time. Perhaps we should have looked a little while longer, because this tree is a painful little bitch of a tree! Excuse my language, sir, there are no other words to use.

You see, while this tree is perfect in height and shape, with no funky holes or bald patches, and an amazingly straight tree top, it is THE MOST PAINFUL TREE EVER. We decided to branch out (haha) and get a different type of tree than the usual noble we get every year. We chose a spruce. Or more like A Nasty Scratchy Mess of a Tree, in the spruce variety.

Trask and I should have known better. When we walked past the tree at first, the branches brushed against our legs and almost drew blood, through our jeans. We should have ignored the tree that hurt us, but we didn't. Instead, we turned back and decided to choose that tree for our very own. I think the cold weather was impairing our judgment.

So Trask cuts down the tree. When he stands up, his ear is bleeding and he has a prickly rash on his neck from the needles of the tree. Endearing, right?! We think, well, at least it's cut down, our problems are over. But are they, really?

We have to tie the tree to the roof of the Subaru. And kind sir, while you are a sweet old man running a very quaint and sweet Christmas Tree farm, you do not have the bailing machine that makes the tree manageable. We look past this, and throw the tree on top of the car. With bloody hands. (And mind you, if we had gloves, they would not have helped!).

So the tree is on it's side, on top of our car, and the tree is HUGE. It's not tall, but it's fat. This was a nasty tree to tie to the roof rack, it truly was. We used our twine and tied the tree up. We double checked everything and made sure it would stay on the roof of the car. Trask always laughs at me because every year I ask if it's on the roof tight enough, because wonder what would happen if it fell off the roof while we were driving... that would be funny, right?! He laughs at me each year, because we all know I worry too much. OR DO I?!

So we wave good bye and tell you thank you. We're happy to be in our nice, warm car once again. We drive down your gravel driveway and cruise along the 2 lane road in the country. The sun is shining, the frost on all the grass is beautiful and seeing the old barns along the way makes me wish it was warmer so I could pull the car over and take pictures, but I am a wuss.

All of a sudden, BAM! The tree? It's flying off the top of our car! We watch it roll into the other lane in our rear view mirror. Taylor screams "I want my Christmas tree back!". We find a place to turn around. Our car gets chased by a crazed, barking and growling Cattle Dog trying to pop our car tires. We nearly escape. We turn around. We pull off to the side of road, about 20 yards away from the tree. Trask and I get out of the car to go get the tree. We see a car coming. The car is in the same lane that the tree is in. The tree is off to the side, but still in the lane a little bit. I imagine what it'd be like if the small Scion car hit the tree going at 50 MPH. But then I realize I don't have to imagine it... because the car didn't swerve one tiny bit, no effort. WE HAD A CHRISTMAS TREE HIT AND RUN.

Trask runs across the road and gets the prickly SOB tree. The trunk of it is all scuffed up from it's little tussle with the car. I am sure that the car ended up with a few scuffs, too, but we'll never know, because THEY DIDN'T STOP. Then we look at the top of the once perfect (yet terribly painful) tree. A few limbs are snapped, but other than that, our $13 tree is intact.

Between the bitter cold and our bloody hands and arms, Trask and I spend about 20 minutes tying the tree back on top of the car. I am trying to work fast because another dog (from another house) is growling and staring at me. I know he's thinking that I look delicious. He's licking his lips and baring his teeth, but I remember they can smell fear, so I am thankful I doubled up on deodorant that morning. The huge Shepard finally left us alone, seeing that we were already bleeding and that took a lot of fun out of his game.

The tree is back on our car! Every once in awhile we hear the knife needles of the tree scraping on top of my car, making the worst noise ever. It's taunting us. Reminding us that it can fly off the roof of the car at any minute. Oh, we know, we know.

So with the horrible scraping noises reminding us of our trauma, we slowly drive back home. Grandpas in sedans are passing us left and right. We finally make it home in one piece, with a tree still on our car.

The tree is so painful to touch that we are scared to bring it upstairs, let alone put it in it's base, but Trask does all of that, thank goodness. His short-lived hand modeling career is now over, but we have a tree. The tree is bigger than it was when we first chose it. It hardly fits in our nook. We think it's swollen from all the trauma. We were scared to decorate the tree, too, because every time I tried to hang a bulb on a branch, I got cut, but eventually I lost enough blood that I didn't care anymore, so the tree is decorated.

Again, kind sir of the Christmas Tree farm, we will be back next year, but you better not point us in the direction of the Bastard Spruce ever again.

Happy Holidays,
Shauna, Trask and Taylor


a proud moment, and some awkward moments...

Can I just say that in reviewing my Google Analytics for this blog... someone came to my blog after googling the phrase "an overdose of awesome"!!

It's official you guys - I am awesome. Maybe too awesome. Or too modest. Something like that...

Other fun phrases and keywords people googled and found my blog with:

  • "fear of sock monkeys"
  • "black fish in tank is mean to other fish" (see! I am not the only one with this issue!!)
  • "incestuous children squints" (this makes me feel uncomfortable a little or a lot)
  • "middle names for Elliott as a girl" (awww, did you have to remind me?! love that name!)
  • "nicknames for the name Shauna" (I KNEW one of my readers would name a baby after me, eventually!)
  • "sociopath and fish tank" (should I be taking this personally!? hope not!)
  • "very loud clapper"
Most of these things on the list above are fine by me. Some are rather disturbing to me. I'll let you decide which is which.

Have a great Wednesday... and you all better be wearing all your GREEN + YELLOW this week in support of the CIVIL WAR tomorrow! GO DUCKS!!



I may as well get used to being the only girl in the house - not that I am not already out-numbered now, but adding another boy to the collection in February will just make this division more apparent. There are things I am just going to have to cope with, I have a feeling...

It seems like all I say lately to Taylor is "Please put the toilet seat down!" over and over and over. I am convinced that the sound of my voice is like the prettiest song in the world, because he sure likes to make me repeat myself. I know it's not for a lack of not listening, that wouldn't be it. It must be because my voice is like a precious, rare songbird and it's an honor to be able to hear it on such a regular basis.


lumberjack hat

I think that Taylor might be one of the luckiest kids in the Pacific NW!

Yesterday when we went to go get the mail, what is in the mailbox? A package from Amber of Confessions of a Crochet Addict. Right away Taylor saw the package and was asking if his name was on the label. Indeed, it was - Taylor Rogers.

And just what was in that package? BAM! This amazing lumberjack hat!

This AMAZING lumberjack hat was made by the lovely and ever-so-talented and generous Amber! I swear she never ceases to amaze and surprise me.

The hat is the neatest color, almost a dark mossy green, and it is the perfect size for Taylor's noggin. If you have ever seen my son, or pictures of my son, which I am sure you all have, you know that he's not ever going to get his head stuck in a staircase railing, a chair, or anything really, besides the neck holes in his shirts! The kid has a huge head. And the hat, it fit wonderfully! Can I mention that Amber has never had a head measurement of Taylor, and nor has she ever seen him in person, YET!? Amazing.

Amber will be posting the lumberjack hat in her Etsy shop soon. I wouldn't wait until she does. I would hop on over now and look at all the great goodies she has in her shop, or email her and do some custom work with her. She has taken care of MANY, MANY gifts for me this holiday season, and all year long, and I am always so impressed by how awesome her work is. Probably because she's so rad, too. It must be science. I am sure of it.

I will be taking more Taylor the Lumberjack pictures soon, so stay tuned. And Amber, thank you so much for making Taylor so happy! You're just the sweetest!

Keep in touch with Amber here:
Confessions of a Crochet Addict Etsy Shop
Confessions of a Crochet Addict Blog


thank you!

So thankful for my sweet son, Taylor! His sense of humor, warm heart and quirky smile melt my heart!

Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone!

*Taylor's hat made by Amber of Confessions of a Crochet Addict. If you don't have something made from Amber, you're not living life as fully as you should and could be!



I just wanted to take a few moments to share some pictures from our Sunriver mini-vacation that we took over the weekend.

Sunriver was amazing! It was my first trip there, but definitely not my last trip! It was about a 3-1/2 or 4 hour drive from Hillsboro, but so worth it! The drive over was beautiful, too, with snowy mountains and sometimes roads to enjoy! Usually I don't like the snow at all, but snow in Central Oregon is just fine with me, it's nice and powdery and beautiful, and I love it!

We were in Sunriver for my cousin Ryan's wedding on Saturday. It was the prettiest wedding I have ever been to - had so much fun! Taylor was one of two ring bearers (although he didn't really feel like walking down the aisle, he did sport his tux), so I have pictures to share.

We had so much fun playing in the snow, taking drives around Sunriver, sledding and more! I can't wait to go back!

So I should be doing laundry and all sorts of things that are boring, but need to get done when you come home from vacation, so I'll go do that and blog later.

PS: Thinking about merging this blog and Taylor's blog... just a thought. Does anyone know much about this?



I don't always make the best decisions or choices. It's not that I make awful choices, but sometimes making up my mind is hard, and I can be indecisive, or other times I don't say the right thing at the right time, or all the times I say something inappropriate right when the room goes quiet, but I did get something right, and it's made all the difference.

Want to know my best decision? Marrying Trask.

I can't imagine how different my life would be without Trask. It seems that I am not ever 100% sure on anything, but I know for a fact that we belong together, and I am so grateful that the person of my dreams was brought to me, and that I was smart enough not to mess anything up!

I love knowing that Trask is always going to be around for me and our family, and I love how much he cares. I can always count on him for a laugh, for a smile after a crummy day, and for a hug that seems to fix everything.

I can say with confidence that I made the right choice. I am so lucky to have found the love of my life, and so blessed that he loves me as much as I love him, even after knowing me, usually more than I know myself.

Trask! Thank you for everything! For the laughs, smiles, adventures and everything in-between. Thank you for making our marriage and our family a priority - it's so, so worth it! I adore you!


Happy Halloween

From my family to yours, we hope you had a wonderful and safe Halloween last night! We hope that November has some amazing things in store for all of you!

Shauna, Trask and Taylor


Oceaside Bound

Today I'm going with the hubs and my son to Oceanside, our favorite part of the Oregon Coast, to meet some family for the day. Before I leave to go play in the sand and dodge raindrops, I thought I'd search Etsy for "Oceanside" and see what came up - and of course, I wasn't disappointed. Enjoy the lovely Oceanside items from these talented Etsians.

Starting at the top left square, and moving clockwise, I'd love to introduce you to these items and their shops on
Etsy. Go leave them some love!

1. Turtles and Tidepools Lampwork Bracelet by Rickie Voges Design Studio

2. Oceanside Wedding Invitation by Pink Lily Press

3. Oceanside Earrings by Linkel Designs

4. 10x13 Oceanside Pier Photograph Print by Jrzy Girl Photography


me time

Getting a pedicure in less than an hour. It's been a year since my last real pedicure. The poor lady who has to deal with my feet. I feel a big tip in her future. And later tonight, I'll have pretty toes.

Orange You Glad It's Friday!?

It's been a crazy week at lemon drop studio, but today is Friday, so in my book, that makes everything alright.

You know what else makes everything else alright? These amazing orange goodies from Etsy. I don't think it's any secret that I love orange, and these orange nuggets of beauty and fun are no exception! Enjoy!

Starting at the top left square, and moving clockwise, I'd love to introduce you to these items and their shops on Etsy. Go leave them some love!

1. Black and White Flora and Fauna Decorative Pumpkin or Gourd by Sea Pinks

2. Just Me, Classic Elegance - Vintage 50's Chunky Orange Stretch Bracelet by Just Me Jewelry

3. 0-3 Months Baby Loafer Booties - crocheted in burnt orange by Handmade Baby Love

4. Pumpkin Spice Chrysanthemum Post Earrings by Indie and Chic


Rainy Wednesday

It's rainy here in the Portland area, let me tell you! And it's not that I mind the rain, but since I don't want to be outside, it kind of makes me want to on-line shop, of course. With the guidance of Kristi of Zuzu Girl, I finally made a collage. Look for more coming, they are fun to make, and I just love sharing Etsy goodies!

Today's theme: random goods that make me smile.

Starting from top left, and moving clockwise:

1. Pacey the Hoodie Bear by Confessions of a Crochet Addict

2. Tangerine Scallop Mirror or Frame by Uncommon

3. Fat Bird by Hirondelle Rustique

4. Modern Chair 1 (Teal Swirl) by My Wire Empire

busy bee

I can't sit still any longer. Or I guess I can't let my brain rest. It's not like I've been jogging and just can't stop or anything. That would be far too beneficial for my health.

BUT the lists and ideas in my head won't stop. It's nothing new, I'm a chronic over-thinker, but I can't rest, and it's starting to overwhelm me. And just when I get my mind calmed down for the meantime, this crazy Carsten starts kicking, and twirling, and rolling and punching and disco dancing in my womb. (Isn't womb a creepy word? or is it just me!?). I don't remember Taylor ever being this insane, especially this early on, so we'll see what that means, if it means anything at all.

I am grateful, however, that I think I found a dress for Ryan and Jenn's wedding, less than one month away. I found it on Gap's website and now I just have to wait for them to open and see if I am going to be lucky enough that the store a few blocks away from me actually has it in the store. I sure hope so! But, isn't it lovely?! I was trying to not wear black, but can't find anything I like. Dang it.

Everything else is going fine. Trying to get my photography logo figured out, and re-vamping lemon drop studio's logo and marketing material at the same time. We'll see how that goes. If you haven't seen my photography blog, you can see it here. I am thinking I'll call it lemon drop photography. I am awful at names.

Anyway, off to create more lists and to overwhelm myself, while trying to keep germs out of the house. This nasty H1N1 has appeared at Trask's work and it is not welcome in this house.


lock me up, throw away the key

Someone please save me from myself and my insane dreams. I am not sure if I can take them much longer. They aren't scary. Well, they are scary, because it scares me that my brain can come up with this nonsense.

While I have always been a dreamer of strange and weird dreams, my pregnancy is making my dreams exponentially more disturbing.

Today after preschool, Taylor and I had lunch and then read some books in my bed, and then took a nap. I don't nap much because usually I wake up groggy, but I needed it today. But I am not sure if I would have napped if I knew what my dreams were going to be like.

My dream...

In a small plastic aquarium I had 2 small frogs. One of the frogs was bright blue like a beta fish. The other frog was kind of a frog but really it was a fish that didn't need water.

Anyway, I am not sure why I had these 'frogs', but I did. I went to check on them because I heard something weird. Inside the plastic aquarium, that couldn't have been more than a 1 gallon container, one of the frogs had died. But there was a small egg in the corner of the container. I didn't know how to get the frog out, so I left him there.

Later when I went to go check on my container of strange, I saw that the egg had hatched. The dead frog was gone. The egg had hatched a small, bright red hummingbird the size of a nickel. It was in constant flight, as there was nothing to land on in the container, and no food, by the way.

I still didn't know what to do, and somehow I was transported to my mom's house, but the container was still with me, with these weird ass animals in there, freaking me out. (Still gives me the chills).

At my mom's house I went outside to check on a noise I heard and realized I locked myself out of the house without my shirt on. And then I noticed that there were two ostriches charging at me. Well, really only one ostrich, but it had two heads, and googly eyes like a really creepy puppet. I wasn't sure where to run, but I jumped my mom's 6 foot fence (skills!) and somehow got back in the house...

Once I was back in the house and fully dressed, I checked on the container. In the container were now 2 peacocks. They had the colors of peacocks, but didn't have the crazy feathers on the butt, so more like a peahen, but with make up on to make it appear like a peacock, only they were the size of doves or pigeons. One was screaming so loud and the other was dead. I didn't know how I'd get them out and I was scared, so I think I ignored it, calling Trask to find out what to do...

And that is when I woke up.

Anyone care to try to explain this one!?



We decided on a name, and couldn't be more excited. It feels really official, and now I won't have dreams where this little boy is 5 and still doesn't have a name.

Carsten Trask Rogers

Now I just can't wait to meet him!

It is adorable listening to Taylor say Carsten's name. Now he talks to my belly and says "Carsten, this is your big brother Taylor" always in a sing-song voice.

Thanks to all who gave their input about names, not that we necessarily listened, but it was nice to make a fun survey out of it!

Now I want to go scour Etsy for all kinds of blankets and fun things for baby boys.


decisions, decisions

So Trask and I didn't have a single boy name picked out. We had a few we tossed around in our minds, before heading right back to girls' names.

Yesterday, I created a list of a little over 40 boy names. Some I loved, others were okay, and some were just different. When Trask got home, we looked at the list and pared it down, and then down some more, and then some more.

We are now down to 2 names. And it's so hard because we both love both of them. There's no favorite here. It's so tricky.

The names are:

Carsten Trask Rogers ...or... Mason Trask Rogers

If you feel so inclined, would you let me know which one you like better? And we're pretty set on these two, so don't worry your pretty face by trying to come up with something else. Oh, and Taylor likes them both, too, which isn't helpful. He usually has such a strong opinion... and when we need him to choose, he just can't. Perhaps it's too much pressure for a three year old, he has more important things to think about!

On another fun note, Trask felt the baby kick last night. I think that my doctor is going to have to push my due date up a little bit, there's no way I will just be starting the 19th week this weekend, is there?

Thanks for your help! Sending my love!!



Thanks to so many of you who have already stalked me on facebook or twitter and have congratulated us on our baby BOY that is cooking in my amazingly comfortable womb!

The ultrasound went great last night! Our sweet baby boy cooperated right away and the technician let Taylor announce that it was his little brother, before any of us knew it was a boy.

Trask and I have learned that we are not born to gamble. We were both feeling so positive it was a girl. And we were so wrong. So wrong. But we are feeling very happy and extremely blessed to have another son.

This little boy is unnamed for now, but hopefully not for long. He had his little ankles crossed during almost the whole ultrasound, and was a squirmy guy, moving positions a lot.

I am now that ultrasound technician's number one fan, too. Not only did she let me pee right away when I got there (after drinking the required 32 oz of water before the procedure), but she also let me pee halfway through the ultrasound, and she had a special jelly warmer, so the jelly that she put on my belly was warm like hot butter on a biscuit. Sorry for the visual.

We left the appointment overjoyed, and Taylor even insisted on holding some of the ultrasound pictures in the backseat with him on the way home. So sweet.

Anyway, I'll scan in a few ultrasound pictures to share on the blog soon. Thanks to everyone for being so supportive. And my blog readers were WRONG, well most of them. The 7 of you who guessed it'd be a boy... tell me who you are, and pat yourselves on the back.

And to the 7 who guessed a unicorn... smart asses!


pink or blue?!

Well, today is the day that we go in for the big ultrasound, and we are all so excited. I will make sure to make a blog announcement tonight or tomorrow morning for those of you who want to know, and who don't stalk me on facebook. Wonder what it is...

When I was pregnant with Taylor, before I knew we were having a boy, I was sure it was a girl. Not because I had a feeling, but because I just didn't picture me having a son. Strange, I know. And looking back, I wouldn't have it any other way. But the point is, I didn't really have a feeling.

This time around, I have a feeling it's a girl. This pregnancy has been very different than my first. It seems like everyone else (or the majority) thinks it's a girl. Not sure why they think that. I am carrying this baby differently than I did with Taylor, and I have even done the silly Chinese birth/gender predictor calculators on-line, too. They all say GIRL. We'll see.

I've been preparing Taylor, telling him that the baby may be a boy, but maybe a girl. He keeps insisting it's a girl. No changing his mind. He has made his decision. When I say he may have a little brother, he says "mom, you have a girl in your tummy, named Elliot" with such certainty. I am scared to argue further.

I am currently experiencing rage at the maternity clothes that are in stores right now. Before I was pregnant there was the CUTEST maternity clothes out and I got bitter, because when I had Taylor, nothing was cute. Nothing. But then I comforted myself, saying that the next pregnancy would be better, at least in the clothing department. BUT NO, NO, NO! They went and took away the nice, fun clothes again, just to spite me, and stocked the racks and shelves with pure crap. CRAP. I can guarantee you that after I deliver this child and my husband gets his snippety snip procedure done, the maternity clothes will be amazing again, and I'll throw a big, fat fit!


say what?!

Is it even possible to be in a size 40F nursing bra at 17 weeks? This is a hypothetical question. Kind of. But not really. How do I make them stop?!



I have my ultrasound scheduled and I am not sure I can wait that long, even if I just have to wait 8 days.

I am scheduled to go in on Tuesday, September 29th at 5pm, and I couldn't be more excited. I wish I was one of those patient people that didn't HAVE to know the gender and could wait for the surprise, but that's a waste of my time wishing that, I'm just not.

Got to hear the kidlet's heartbeat last Friday at my check up and the heart rate was different this time. Last time it was at 160, and this time it was at 140. Still not sure if I have a feeling on what gender the baby is. All I know is that I am excited.

I can see me being a mom of 2 boys, easily, but just not a mom of 2 girls, so I'm safe, no matter what this baby is. Taylor is beyond excited to meet his baby brother or sister, which is so cute to hear him talk about and ask questions. Still think it's hilarious Taylor thinks he's pregnant, too.


big tease

Can I even begin to tell you how much it delights me that Taylor loves to pick on/harass/torment Trask.

I love the sound of Taylor's squeals of glee and delight when he teases his dad. Taylor is really and truly growing into my ally. Together we'll tease Trask until he cries, hides or gives in.

I love this picture so much. I love how Taylor's eyes are closed, searching deep within himself to muster up all the eye gouging and hair pulling he can muster to make his dad go slowly insane. I love the look on Trask's face, because even though he's being tormented, he still looks like he's having fun.

I love having Taylor on my side. I feel safe, even though every once in awhile he turns on me.


I took this picture last weekend and then I really felt like the words just matched. Brings me a sense of calm and keeps my anxiety at bay.


16 weeks

Newsflash! I just hit 16 weeks on Saturday and you know what? I'm not as sick as I have been!

Kristi of Zuzu Girl totally predicted I'd feel better at week 16 - I'm now coming to her for all of my predictions and advice! Thanks Kristi! (And a special shout out to Kristi since today is her birthday!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRISTI!)

Today's Monday and I'm hell-bent on cleaning the house and getting ready for PRESCHOOL tomorrow! Can't even believe it.

We had a great weekend, took lots of pictures and watched football. My Ducks won (and without a brawl and some sucker punches), so this will be a good week. And my Seahawks won, too, which makes me happy.

I go to the doctor for a check up on Friday and will hopefully schedule the ultrasound then to see if this Nugget is boy or a girl.

Off to clean! Have a great Monday!


red letter words

Something amazing happened a few weeks ago. I won a giveaway. This is the first giveaway I have ever won. Ever. And you know what? It came at just the right time, and was the perfect prize to lift my spirits and fill my home with awesome.

Perideau Designs had a great interview on her blog with Dee, the amazing artist and talent behind Red Letter Words. Dee was kind enough to donate one of her 12x12 gallery prints to one lucky Perideau Designs reader. And when I entered, I knew it was a long shot, but I was so hopeful.

I fell in love with Dee's work right away. Her website is amazing and her work is inspiring. I love the modern look and I love that she makes it possible to have scripture in the home but with a fun, clean and simple look. Please check out Red Letter Words website.

When I found out I won the giveaway, I was speechless. I poured over Red Letter Words' website for a long time, working hard to pick the perfect piece. I found a print that really spoke to me, and snatched it up right away. My print reads: "Today is the day You have made. I will rejoice and be glad in it." Oh I so needed to see those words, and ever since it's been in my home, it makes me feel much more at ease.

I took this picture of my print on the mantle really fast, so I hope I do the print some justice. It's beautifully made and is simply wonderful. I am so thankful to Bridgett of Perideau Designs and Dee of Red Letter Words. Thanks for such a wonderful piece.

public internet apology

I want to simply, yet formally apologize to anyone I have ever made fun of for having hemorrhoids. It's no laughing matter.

That's all I really need to say. And karma is a pain!

your uncomfortable friend Shauna


love my family

The title of this blog post is pretty self-explanatory, I know. I should love my family. Everyone should love their family. But, we know how families can be.

I feel so blessed to have Trask and Taylor. I love that we go places as a family and make it a point to have fun, no matter what we are doing. This weekend was one of those weekends I will always remember and adore.

Friday night Trask and I went on our date and it was awesome! Taylor was happily spending the night at Nana's, so I was happy he was excited about that. Trask and I had a great dinner at Stanford's and then went to the Amos Lee concert at the Oregon Zoo. It was PACKED. We went last year to see Amos and it wasn't as crowded, which means more people are realizing Amos is amazing and puts on an incredible concert. This time it was sold out. Trask and I found great seats, similar to where we sat last year, and enjoyed the whole show. It felt so nice to sit together and not worry about anything for once, and to just LOVE the music, and laugh at Amos Lee. He's so incredible. If you haven't heard him, you go and you listen to him now. Not later, but NOW. After the concert we made an essential stop at the DQ drive-thru and the rest of the night is history.

Saturday morning we grabbed some breakfast at Panera. I can't get enough of their bacon and spinach egg souffles. I want to bring one home to meet my mom and date it forever. After that we went to the Hillsboro Saturday Market and then went to a children's resale shop. That shop was amazing! We bought 14 items for like $45. And 8 of those items were maternity shirts and pants for me!!! It'll feel nice not crying every morning trying to find something to wear. Trask is thankful for this, too. We went and picked up Taylor and headed down the hill with Nana and picked some peaches. Later that day Trask made a fantastic peach pie and I wanted to marry him all over again. He is the greatest guy in the world. I have no doubts about this and will fight you if you say otherwise.

Yesterday was Sunday and we decided we needed to go to Oceanside, our most favorite Oregon beach spot. We played on the beach for hours, building castles, going on walks, chasing birds, walking through the cave (I got brave!), and just enjoying our time together. We got some lunch in Tillamook and then headed back to a different beach, Happy Camp. Taylor found a stream that he could run up and down in, like a salmon, and couldn't be happier. The day was so perfect.

I am not trying to brag with my weekend fun, not at all. It's just that it's Monday and my anxiety is at an all-time high, so I am trying to keep my mind distracted. After this I will work on cleaning the house, to once again keep my mind busy.

A quick note to Trask. Thank you for being the world's best husband and dad. Thanks for making family and family trips and fun a priority, and for always having the time and energy, even when you don't have the time or any energy left. I am so very blessed to have you. Love you, honey.

What a great weekEND.



Trask and I have been busy rearranging our bedroom to make room for the little one's crib and such. I have been going through bouts of motivation, followed by a week of laziness that makes me feel worthless. I guess it'll all get done, that's why we have 9 months to plan/worry.

We've been taking it corner by corner, space by space at a time. Not only rearranging, but re-evaluating what we need to keep and what we need to get out of the house to optimize our small space.

Today, I present you a corner of my bedroom that is finished and is just how I like it. (Well, I wanna stain or paint the dresser, but that'll wait a year or two...). Would you like to see my corner? Okay, here it is:

Ta-dah. Pretty cute, right? And I used everything I already owned. Think of all the savings. Not that I don't want to shop, but how can I shop for that kind of stuff now, when there are so many other things we have to get to prepare for this little nugget.

There you go. Just wanted to share. I'll share more when other corners come together. Off to go back to cleaning... I think I've found something to occupy my mind with so I am not so anxious - cleaning. Oh, and I am going to go eat a cookie or two. Oreos.