growing up

This is my cute little niece Katie walking on a Boston beach. haha, this picture is just so adorable. I'm so excited for Jonas to be able to walk. I know, I know. It brings a whole new set of challenges. But I'm still excited.

craving the best sandwich I've ever had

and I bought it in a gas station. It was in Germany though, who knows - maybe gas station food isn't supposed to be gross over there. It was plain thick cut ham on pretzel bread. Seriously, it was the best thing ever. So simple and perfect. This picture doesn't do that sandwich justice - which has no doubt become exaggerated by the passage of time and pregnancy. Still, it's next on my list. This recipe for the rolls looks great. Now I just need some high quality ham and all my dreams will come true. (pic)

headboards

I'm slowly working on decorating our bedroom, and the bed is next on the list (actually laundry should probably be next... oh well). this headboard is a series of upholstered squares put together. It's probably more work & money than I'm willing to put in. But it is pretty impressive.

young house love - I'm thinking that this is what's going to happen - easy and inexpensive diy upholstered headboard. (I love the quilt too.)


I'm thinking I'm going to do a blue like the above. I really like the curtains too, But I would really like to do something like this:

Made out of salvaged wood on DS.

toasted coconut ice cream sandwiches

Mm-hmm. Easy-looking recipe here.

99 red balloons

red balloons from RoboRuss on Vimeo.

The night that I got my black eye (my excuse for the bad camera work above) Lauren and Jon left a little surprise on our doorstep. It was, needless to say, pretty awesome. At first I thought that it was some kind of sympathy thing because of my eye, but they'd written on the stairs in chalk: "Staci, will you go out with me?". We popped all the balloons to see if there was the poor guy's name inside but we didn't see anything.

For a minute I thought it might be for this new family that has older kids that moved into a basement apt down the street. But I was pretty sure that they didn't have a daughter named Staci. At that point I was thinking it was either one of our friends, or Lauren & Jon. My mom just happened to call right after we found it to see how my eye was doing. I told her about the balloons and she said "oh yeah? weird!" and then I knew that it was Lauren. :) (sorry mom, I've just known you for too long and you're not a good liar. that's a compliment.)

But I didn't communicate any of that thought process to my in-laws upstairs. And Russell's sister and cousin made this poster to tell the unfortunate guy that he'd messed up. haha, it was pretty funny when we walked out to our car a few hours later and saw it on the fence facing the street - realizing that we forgot to tell them who did it.




As a little thank you - this song is dedicated to Jon & Lauren. You guys rock.

(Lauren and I took German together in jr high - not that I need an excuse to play this version. It's the best thing to come out of germany since... lederhosen)

not bad

I'm really impressed by this before and after - the craziest part for me is that she did it for $100 bucks. making your bedroom liveable is totally worth that.

sugar

Excited for a few rainy days coming up.

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warning - this is kinda gross...

I hit a softball into my eye. With my own bat. At the Trafalga batting cages.

I taught sharing time looking like that. I will say this - the kids were really good at keeping their eyes up front. I explained what happened and started on with my lesson. I had a lot of really cool object lessons and things to teach them about the Holy Ghost and I thought that they were really getting it. Then about ten minutes in a little sunbeam in the front asks in a really loud and concerned voice "What happened to your eye?!" Then about five minutes later "Cant you open your eye at all?!" Meh, maybe some kids heard the lesson.

This is today - 5 days since the "incident". I've kind of given up on putting makeup on my good eye - because, really, who's going to be looking at my good eye. My black eye is turning a crazy green yellow color. Nobody probably wants to hear this, but the part of my eyeball that you can't see is solid red. It's probably the freakiest thing that I've ever seen (including that time when I painted a unibrow on lauren with mascara). I try not to look in the mirror because it is seriously scary. The dr said it's going to be fine... but *shudder* eyeballs aren't supposed to be red. But, everything considered, I feel really lucky that I can see. I kinda took for granted how much that eye meant to me. I'm glad I get to keep it.

starting over at the beginning

Being pregnant can stink sometimes... like when it literally stinks. Changing Jonas diaper in the morning is not good. I just need to figure out how to get him to change his schedule somehow.

It's funny how I feel like I still have a little baby - but then I see pictures like this and change my mind. I'm excited. Nervous and excited. and nervous.

puzzle sandwich

I really like this idea. Such a motherly thing to do. I was thinking that I should probably start to learn how to do motherly things. This is a good start. Gosh, I'll be needing cookie cutters, huh. See?! I'm a rookie.