Peanut Butter Fingers: My 12-step program
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Want to learn how to make these?
Follow my 12-step program:
Yeah. You're welcome.
Follow my 12-step program:
Yeah. You're welcome.
Another house warming party
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Have you ever moved to a new house, excited about the possibilities? Dreaming of just how perfectly your furniture will fit in every particular spot? You measure the cupboards, the floor, and the doorways. You know that everything you own is going to look fantastic there. You tell all your friends about the new house.
You even mail out "our new address" cards.
Then the day of the big move happens, and you spend the first night in your new space. You look up and notice that the ceiling has water stains on it. And, to your dismay, you discover that the windows won't open. And when you go to take a shower, you notice that there is no hot water. Further investigation reveals that the water heater is broken.
And you wring your hands in agony that you have done the wrong thing.
Ever done that?
I have.
And not just with houses and apartments. I am afraid I jumped the gun a little bit with my photo blog. Compromised my principles to save a few dollars. And the first night in that new space, I lay awake all night regretting it.
So, I'm coming here today to tell you that I've moved. You can now, and forever more, find my business photo blog at:
Please come see my shiny, new space (which looks eerily similar to the old one). I've even put up some new pictures of a gorgeous girl for you to see. And while you're there, don't forget to update your reader.
Stay tuned here at Stie's Thoughts this week for a fabulous dessert recipe and what happens when a princess turns eight.
There's good things happening all around.
You even mail out "our new address" cards.
Then the day of the big move happens, and you spend the first night in your new space. You look up and notice that the ceiling has water stains on it. And, to your dismay, you discover that the windows won't open. And when you go to take a shower, you notice that there is no hot water. Further investigation reveals that the water heater is broken.
And you wring your hands in agony that you have done the wrong thing.
Ever done that?
I have.
And not just with houses and apartments. I am afraid I jumped the gun a little bit with my photo blog. Compromised my principles to save a few dollars. And the first night in that new space, I lay awake all night regretting it.
So, I'm coming here today to tell you that I've moved. You can now, and forever more, find my business photo blog at:
Please come see my shiny, new space (which looks eerily similar to the old one). I've even put up some new pictures of a gorgeous girl for you to see. And while you're there, don't forget to update your reader.
Stay tuned here at Stie's Thoughts this week for a fabulous dessert recipe and what happens when a princess turns eight.
There's good things happening all around.
I'm gonna do the things that I wanna do...
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Holy freakin' crap.
I just wrote out the biggest check of my life. Was it to buy a new car? Or a new house? What about plastic surgery to make me look as scary and wax-like as Joan Rivers?
Theoretically, this check might have covered all three, so big it was.
But unfortunately, it was to my federal government for a little thing we like to call the taxes.
It just stinks. And makes me ridiculously angry.
So I am not thinking about it. Not one bit.
Instead, I am looking over at my babies, happily reading with their damp hair, just out of the shower. I am smiling at the memory of Chase tearing open the brown box from Amazon this afternoon that held a new book - just for him. I am basking in the warm, sweet smell of pancakes, fresh off the griddle because, well, it just felt like a pancake kind of night.
I am looking forward to proofing a lovely newborn session tonight after the kids are in bed. I am remembering how fun it was to hold him during the shoot. I am relishing the tired, sore muscles that got destroyed by the trainer this morning because it means that I worked as hard as I could.
And it just feels so good to work this body of mine.
I am turning up the iTunes on my new favorite song, even though I am late to the party in loving it. As Hannah informed me the other day, "Everyone in second grade has been singing that song for-like-ever, Mom."
Well. Maybe I'll even eat some candy.
[But probably not with the pork and beans.]
I just wrote out the biggest check of my life. Was it to buy a new car? Or a new house? What about plastic surgery to make me look as scary and wax-like as Joan Rivers?
Theoretically, this check might have covered all three, so big it was.
But unfortunately, it was to my federal government for a little thing we like to call the taxes.
It just stinks. And makes me ridiculously angry.
So I am not thinking about it. Not one bit.
Instead, I am looking over at my babies, happily reading with their damp hair, just out of the shower. I am smiling at the memory of Chase tearing open the brown box from Amazon this afternoon that held a new book - just for him. I am basking in the warm, sweet smell of pancakes, fresh off the griddle because, well, it just felt like a pancake kind of night.
I am looking forward to proofing a lovely newborn session tonight after the kids are in bed. I am remembering how fun it was to hold him during the shoot. I am relishing the tired, sore muscles that got destroyed by the trainer this morning because it means that I worked as hard as I could.
And it just feels so good to work this body of mine.
I am turning up the iTunes on my new favorite song, even though I am late to the party in loving it. As Hannah informed me the other day, "Everyone in second grade has been singing that song for-like-ever, Mom."
Well. Maybe I'll even eat some candy.
[But probably not with the pork and beans.]
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Internets, it is time to introduce you to a new home for the little Stie.
After much deliberation, I have decided to stop posting photos from my sessions on this blog, and will now be posting them here.
Why the switch, you say?
Well, for one, I like to think of this blog as my personal space. And I am not necessarily fond of mixing my personal and professional spaces. It feels untidy and crowded.
I will, however, be maintaining both, as well as my actual official business website.
Confused yet?
Here it is in a nutshell:
Stay here for updates on me, my family, and my life. [Which, really, are most riveting.]
Go here to see highlights from my recent photo sessions.
Go here to book a session or contact me professionally.
Any questions? Hope to see you at the new blog soon. I have oodles and oodles of fun pictures to show you.
After much deliberation, I have decided to stop posting photos from my sessions on this blog, and will now be posting them here.
Why the switch, you say?
Well, for one, I like to think of this blog as my personal space. And I am not necessarily fond of mixing my personal and professional spaces. It feels untidy and crowded.
I will, however, be maintaining both, as well as my actual official business website.
Confused yet?
Here it is in a nutshell:
Stay here for updates on me, my family, and my life. [Which, really, are most riveting.]
Go here to see highlights from my recent photo sessions.
Go here to book a session or contact me professionally.
Any questions? Hope to see you at the new blog soon. I have oodles and oodles of fun pictures to show you.
Seedlings
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For Easter, I found these adorable little pots that came with seeds and soil, and got them for the kids. I thought the boys would likely have little interest in growing the plants, and figured the project would then be taken over by the princess.
Oh, how I forget the competitive nature that is our family.
We potted, planted, and watered each one on Easter Sunday and immediately the speculation and betting began. On whose plant would come up first. On whose plant would be the biggest. Or the strongest. On whose plant was going to dominate and destroy all the other plants.
And most of this trash talk came from the Husband.
By Easter night, we noticed that Chase's little red pot was overloaded with water. Apparently, he thought some extra water was the plant equivalent of steroids, and that a few extra doses would give him the advantage over his siblings.
Sadly, the principle doesn't quite work the same for plants as it does for the pro baseball players. It's been over a week now, and Chase's plant has yet to emerge from the soil at all. I think it didn't survive the flood.
McKay's grass seeds were the first to emerge, followed by Hannah's lone zinnia. My sunflower brought up the rear and has been the most entertaining, what with the actual seed pod still clinging to the plant that burst from inside it. Every day the kids check to see if it's fallen off, and every day it holds steady.
Watching it kind of reminds me what it's like to be a mama. You nuture this little bud inside you, are literally torn in half birthing it, and then you devote all your energy to caring for your new seedling. Your previously charming and possibility-filled life now has one singular goal: Hold on tight with clenched fists and gritted teeth for as long as you possibly can. All the while, the indifferent little seed wastes no time in shoving your shrivled self out of the way so it can have its day in the sun.
Don't worry, sister sunflower. We mamas feel your pain.
Our seedlings do the very same thing.
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This week has really kicked my rear end.
Physically, mentally, and emotionally.
I find myself with an empty house and it is taking all the strength I have to not crawl back into bed and pull the covers over my head.
Thank heavens there is a mountain of laundry waiting. And bathrooms that are screaming to be cleaned. Productivity is a good thing. Hard work and a little elbow grease will cure will ails me. I will take my frustrations out on the toilet in the kids bathroom. And the disorganized mess that is the basement.
I'll be back with a better attitude soon.
Until then, adios.
Physically, mentally, and emotionally.
I find myself with an empty house and it is taking all the strength I have to not crawl back into bed and pull the covers over my head.
Thank heavens there is a mountain of laundry waiting. And bathrooms that are screaming to be cleaned. Productivity is a good thing. Hard work and a little elbow grease will cure will ails me. I will take my frustrations out on the toilet in the kids bathroom. And the disorganized mess that is the basement.
I'll be back with a better attitude soon.
Until then, adios.
