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Emily had surgery on her foot a week ago and has made her way around on crutches quite well so far. &amp;nbsp;But, after two days of using the crutches full time at school her arms were very sore, so I knew I needed to come up with a fix, quickly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I scouted the web and found many options to buy padded covers for the crutches but that didn't suit me well. &amp;nbsp;I needed something now, not a few days from now, so I went on a search for some instructions for making a set of covers at home. &amp;nbsp;I didn't find much. &amp;nbsp;I could duct tape a towel around them but I knew that would not go over well with Emily so I brainstormed and came up with my own solution. &amp;nbsp;And now I'm going to share with you. &amp;nbsp;You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lay the crutch on a piece of paper and trace around the top of it. &amp;nbsp;Cut out your pattern.&lt;br /&gt;
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You need to cut the fabric quite a bit larger than your pattern because you need to adjust for a seam allowance and more padding than what is there now. &lt;br /&gt;
My first pieces weren't cut wide enough on the bottom. &amp;nbsp;Thankfully I pinned the pieces and tried it before sewing them or even cutting another set. &lt;br /&gt;
The bottom of your cover needs to be at least the width of the top of your crutches or the cover will not fit over the top when finished. &amp;nbsp;In the end, the top of mine could have been quite a bit more narrow, so you don't need as much extra as I have here.&lt;br /&gt;
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With right sides together, sew your pieces leaving the bottom open; then clip the corners so the cover will lay correctly once turned right side out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Time to iron your bottom hem. &amp;nbsp;Turn up the bottom edge 1/4" and press, then turn up 1/4" again to create a finished edge, press. &amp;nbsp;Sew hem in place close to left edge.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now to make these covers stay on your crutches. &amp;nbsp;Using a small width elastic, place it an equal distance from bottom edge. &amp;nbsp;Secure elastic in place with a few stitches and then pull it taught with one hand while you sew. &amp;nbsp;This will gather the material as the elastic relaxes. &amp;nbsp;Fold over your ending piece of elastic and stitch to prevent it from unraveling.&lt;br /&gt;
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To make your crutches more comfortable you will need some sort of padding. &amp;nbsp;I used quilt batting here because I had some left over but I would have used old towels or t-shirts if I didn't have the batting on hand. &lt;br /&gt;
Cut two pieces of padding, one just slightly smaller than the width of the top and the second piece the width of the middle of the crutch. &amp;nbsp;Most of the weight bearing is on the middle of the crutch so I felt it needed the most padding there. &lt;br /&gt;
Wrap it around your crutch and secure. &amp;nbsp;I used painters tape because I wanted to be able to easily remove it. &amp;nbsp;The painters tape secured the batting very well.&lt;br /&gt;
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Place one side of your crutch into the cover and then carefully stretch the cover over the other side. &lt;br /&gt;
You now have much more comfortable crutches, and they're cute too!&lt;br /&gt;
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No, she cheerfully waltzed into the kitchen with a huge smile and both arms outstretched and announced "today is my birthday!" in a grand fashion. &amp;nbsp;Then she ran into the living room, or blue room, we&amp;nbsp;affectionately&amp;nbsp;call it so I can feel like we have a house big enough for a maid. &amp;nbsp;Oh wait, any house is big enough for one of those!&lt;div&gt;
Anyway, she ran into the blue room and said "I'm going to see how many presents there is for me birthday" (and I tactfully refrained from correcting her grammar because, hello, today is her birthday). &amp;nbsp;Then I realized she was thinking a birthday fairy delivers overnight like Santa so I gently told her birthday fairies don't&amp;nbsp;exist. OK, so maybe I was laughing but admit it, it &lt;i&gt;is &lt;/i&gt;pretty funny.&lt;/div&gt;
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J is gone this week so we are celebrating her birthday on the weekend. &amp;nbsp;She's asked for a Minnie Mouse theme and asked me 3 days ago if I had her cake done. &amp;nbsp;I must really have her fooled that I can do it all; where is that magic birthday fairy?&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy Birthday Sweet Girl.&lt;/div&gt;
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This year's costumes were fairly time consuming and I decided to take a 2 week break in October to take the kids to Virginia so I really felt under the gun to get the last costume finished on time. &lt;br /&gt;
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And then, after all that, the most commented costume of the night? &amp;nbsp;Jacob and his banana. &amp;nbsp;The one that we spent 10 minutes of online searching, typed in a few numbers and then waited for it to show up. &amp;nbsp;Every year I say, "next year I'm just going to buy them" and then somehow I decide to make them. &amp;nbsp;But, next year....&lt;br /&gt;
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Strawberry Shortcake &amp;amp; Raspberry Tart&lt;br /&gt;
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And now I need to go inspect their candy to check for the poison laced apples. &amp;nbsp;You know, the ones our parents had to check for too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208369368058883769-8439076818072271207?l=livingwithchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So, maybe I'll just start trying to get back into things by journaling what we've been up to and hope the writing flows and becomes a more regular thing for me again. &amp;nbsp;I also use Facebook a lot so sometimes I feel like blogging things here is a repeat.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Morsels of life from September and October:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Over Labor Day we submitted to the kids' desire to go camping. &amp;nbsp;They all positively loved it and I know we'll be back there again when the temperatures climb above 50 at night.&lt;br /&gt;
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To make the occasion even more memorable I picked up a package of Jiffy pop. &amp;nbsp;I didn't realize I captured Jacob making this face when I took the picture. &amp;nbsp;It gives me a good laugh every time I look at it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Halloween started early here. &amp;nbsp;I was able to get the kids to decide on costumes in September and then drug out the sewing machine and turned my formal dining room back into the designated craft room. &amp;nbsp; Emily is going to be Strawberry Shortcake with Claire as her Raspberry Tart and Matthew is going to be a roman gladiator. &amp;nbsp;Jacob never decided so I'm pretty sure his will be purchased last minute, as it usually is. &amp;nbsp;He's entered into that weird stage of not knowing if he should dress up but still wanting to so he doesn't make any decisions until a few days before Halloween. &amp;nbsp;I'm cool with that, as long as he doesn't hold it against me that I don't sew his costumes like I do for his siblings.&lt;br /&gt;
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J is gone for awhile for training so I decided to load up the van and drive 14 hours with the kids to visit him for a week during their fall break from school. &amp;nbsp;We met J in Washington D.C. for a quick weekend trip of sight seeing and also got to watch him run in a 10 mile race with 30 thousand other people. &amp;nbsp;We then went back to his temporary home in Norfolk for the week and enjoyed some easy going family time. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I have tons of pictures from this trip so I'll try to do a post of them soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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OK, so maybe I had inclinations of being frugal and healthy way back then but let me tell you, with 3 kids under 5 years of age I was &lt;i&gt;far&lt;/i&gt; too busy to care about the sugar content in instant oatmeal. &amp;nbsp;I needed that sugar just to survive the multiple diaper changes in one day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Making your own instant oatmeal packets will save you money and best of all put you in control of what you and your family are eating. &amp;nbsp;You might not know this so I'll let you in on a secret- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm a control freak, &lt;/span&gt;so this is right up my alley.&lt;br /&gt;
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3 cups Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;
Pinch to 1/8 tsp. salt for each baggie&lt;br /&gt;
Baggies&lt;br /&gt;
Blender (or food processor)&lt;br /&gt;
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You can use either quick-cooking oats or rolled oats; your choice. &amp;nbsp;If you use rolled oats you will need to chop them up in the food processor or blender to make them into quick-cooking oats.&lt;br /&gt;
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Take 1 cup of the oatmeal and process it in the blender or food processor until it is oat powder; you may need to process 1/2 cup at a time if using a blender. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Make your packets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup quick-cooking oats&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp. oat powder&lt;br /&gt;pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To prepare:&lt;br /&gt;Dump your oatmeal in a bowl and add 3/4 cup boiling water. &amp;nbsp;Mix and let rest for 1-2 minutes to thicken. &amp;nbsp;I have also had success with mixing 3/4 cup water in the bowl with the oatmeal and microwaving for about 90 seconds, stopping once to stir.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Flavor Combinations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We all know oatmeal usually tastes better with yummy flavors mixed in; here are a few flavor combinations you can add directly to your packets. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sweetened Oatmeal: 1 Tbsp. sugar or other dry sweetener of your choice.&lt;br /&gt;
Brown Sugar &amp;amp; Cinnamon: 1 Tbsp. brown sugar, 1/4 tsp. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;
Apple Cinnamon:&amp;nbsp;1 Tbsp. brown sugar,&amp;nbsp;2 Tbsp. chopped dried apples, 1/4 tsp. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;
Banana Bread: 1 Tbsp. brown sugar, 2 Tbsp. chopped dried bananas, 1/4 tsp. cinnamon, dash of nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;
Fruit &amp;amp; Cream: 1 Tbsp. non-dairy coffee creamer (I used vanilla&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;that is what I had) and 2 Tbsp. dried fruit (you could use peaches, apricots, blueberries, strawberries, raspberries, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;
Raisin: 1 Tbsp. brown sugar and 1 T. raisins (you can also add raisins to the apple cinnamon oatmeal)&lt;br /&gt;
Health Packed: Add 2 Tbsp wheat germ and/or 1/2-1 Tbsp. ground flax meal&lt;br /&gt;
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I added 1/2 Tbsp. of ground flax meal to each of my packets; it's an easy way to sneak in some beneficial ingredients without my kids knowing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;When testing these packets I first made all brown sugar and cinnamon packets. &amp;nbsp;The three kids who eat oatmeal tried it and proclaimed it was the best they'd ever eaten, so I take that as success. &amp;nbsp;This time I made 3 different flavors for some variety, banana bread,&amp;nbsp;apple cinnamon,&amp;nbsp;and strawberries and cream. &lt;br /&gt;
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Good luck and have fun taking control of your oatmeal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208369368058883769-1454061561878906825?l=livingwithchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A few years ago while&amp;nbsp;trekking&amp;nbsp;to the beach, we saw many signs in the South Carolina country that marked historic sites. &amp;nbsp;I kept saying "we need to stop at one of these and see what is there." &amp;nbsp;So, one time we did. &amp;nbsp;It was a very, very old church that had a cemetery behind it. &amp;nbsp;It was completely abandoned but we had a good time looking a piece of history and the kids became obsessed with running around the headstones looking for the oldest one. &lt;br /&gt;
"Dad, this guy was a general in the confederate army!"&lt;br /&gt;
"Mom, this one is from the 1800's!"&lt;br /&gt;
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An obsession was born. &amp;nbsp;Now our trips include phrases like "come on, we need to stop at that cemetery." &amp;nbsp;"Please mom, it'll only take a few minutes."&lt;br /&gt;
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Emily has learned how to look up cemetery records online and can tell you the oldest grave and then like a scavenger hunt she needs to find&lt;i&gt; that&lt;/i&gt; grave. &lt;br /&gt;
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While I admit that finding the resting place of people who helped shape the city you're from is kind of cool, it is still a bit weird and I try to keep a button on their lips while out in public. &lt;br /&gt;
"Mom, let's go that cemetery we saw on the way here" tends to raise a few eyebrows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208369368058883769-1376032225281531794?l=livingwithchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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J came and picked me up from her house and then we spent the evening at &lt;a href="http://www.burglichtenberg.de/"&gt;Lichtenberg Castle&lt;/a&gt; which is right up the street from her house. &amp;nbsp;Seriously, right up the street. &lt;br /&gt;
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This castle was built in 1200, making it over 800 years old. &amp;nbsp;That is just hard to fathom. &amp;nbsp;The castle caught fire twice so the ruins have been turned into grounds for a church,&amp;nbsp;restaurant&amp;nbsp;and youth hostel. &lt;br /&gt;
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We climbed up into this lookout tower to enjoy the view of the countryside.&lt;br /&gt;
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We had dinner on the patio of the castle restaurant before driving back to the hotel for the evening. &lt;br /&gt;
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It was a very fun day and I love that it got us away from the touristy areas and the Americanized Germany.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208369368058883769-8734024908938673472?l=livingwithchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There is also a 10K hiking trail that goes all over the mountain that Nanstein is located on. &amp;nbsp;J has been to the castle twice before and hiked the trail once so he wanted to take me up there.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a very uphill journey but after a few minutes we came to this.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;More pictures from the castle grounds.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can walk up the towers to the top of the wall and then walk around the entire city. &amp;nbsp;A bit dark and creepy in some spots but really cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eLySks_jC1M/TlQBfAh8PEI/AAAAAAAABDg/rYrZo6t9w6I/s1600/rothenburg3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eLySks_jC1M/TlQBfAh8PEI/AAAAAAAABDg/rYrZo6t9w6I/s640/rothenburg3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just loved all the German houses and shops all lined up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0pRm4euPaFQ/TlP-EVN9GUI/AAAAAAAABDc/KoxSreZgpPM/s1600/rothenburg1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0pRm4euPaFQ/TlP-EVN9GUI/AAAAAAAABDc/KoxSreZgpPM/s640/rothenburg1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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10 minutes before boarding I decided to post a picture for the kids. &amp;nbsp;I try to log into blogger and forget my password. &amp;nbsp;Try again: Fail. &amp;nbsp;Try again, finally right. &amp;nbsp;7 minutes to go, the people are standing in line all around me.&lt;br /&gt;
Start a post. &amp;nbsp;Try to upload a picture: Fail. &amp;nbsp;Can't do it that way on a phone.&lt;br /&gt;
Quickly set up my blog to accept emailed posts like I did when we were in China.&lt;br /&gt;
Type email with details, try to attach a picture: Fail.&lt;br /&gt;
Board the plane.&lt;br /&gt;
Realize I must open the picture and email it that way. &amp;nbsp;Type up a post with details and hit send: Fail.&lt;br /&gt;
Watch the flight attendant yell at people for not getting seated quick enough and say "we must go, just sit down and we'll fix it once we're in the air." &amp;nbsp;Listen to the pilot come over the speakers and say "we must depart, sit down, turn off cell phones."&lt;br /&gt;
Try furiously one last time to send the picture, type as few words as possible and hit send.&lt;br /&gt;
13 hours later when I finally had internet again I checked to see it really did post and only once: Success!&lt;br /&gt;
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So, for the details. &amp;nbsp;J has a conference for work in Germany this week so I decided to come along as his +1. &amp;nbsp;We left a few days early to enjoy some sites together and our children are with wonderful Meme back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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We flew overnight and arrived in Frankfurt around 7:30 am but jet lag seriously kicked our butts so that first day was spent walking around like zombies and crying over lunch because the only choices available were all fried food. &amp;nbsp;Seriously, it was that bad. &amp;nbsp;I made it 25 hours before falling asleep but it has proven to be worth it because today I was up at 4 am and still haven't fall asleep and it's now 11 pm. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today we took a tour with a local company to visit a castle on the Rhine river along with a couple wine tastings, boat ride, lunch and a gondola ride. &amp;nbsp;It was all so very cool and awe inspiring except the gondola ride; that nearly made me wet my pants. &amp;nbsp;And then when we got to the top and I found the bathroom I had to pay to use it and I didn't have the right kind of coins. &amp;nbsp;ACK!&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the castle we toured; it is privately owned now by a family and is open for tours and also has a cafe. &lt;br /&gt;
After the tour we enjoyed a piece of plum cake on the patio and this was our view. &lt;br /&gt;
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Pictures from around the castle: &lt;br /&gt;
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The basket was used in ancient times as a punishment for criminals; they'd hoist them into the basket and leave them there for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;
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These are two that we saw on our boat tour. &amp;nbsp;I lost count after awhile but I think we saw 8 castles today. &lt;br /&gt;
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One more interesting stories from today is that this castle sitting up above this small town on the Rhine river is currently owned by a Japanese businessman; he has his helicopter fly him from the Frankfurt airport to his castle when he comes. &lt;br /&gt;
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I only took pictures of the gondola ride with my cell phone because I was too scared to bend over and get the camera out of the backpack. &amp;nbsp;That might rock the cable car and well, I was already breathing shallow.&lt;br /&gt;
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This makes a lot. &amp;nbsp;I only made half the amount the first time to make sure I liked them well enough to mix 15 cups of stuff at once; I did.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's hard to find a good recipe for homemade brownies when boxed brownie mixes are easy, fairly inexpensive and just... well, good. &amp;nbsp;But, they are also made with enriched, bleached flour and partially hydrogenated soybean oil; no thanks. &lt;br /&gt;
These brownies are a really close substitute for the boxed brownies. &amp;nbsp;They are moist and fudgey with a crunchy top. &amp;nbsp;I make our brownie mix with whole wheat pastry flour and raw sugar so I feel somewhat better about &lt;strike&gt;eating the entire pan myself,&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; feeding them to my family. &lt;br /&gt;
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In your largest bowl, mix:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 cups flour (you can use any kind you'd like, I used freshly milled soft white wheat)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;8 cups sugar&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;4 tsp. baking soda&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;4 tsp. salt&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1 8 oz. container unsweetened cocoa powder&lt;/li&gt;
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Mix it well to really incorporate the baking powder and cocoa powder evenly. &amp;nbsp;If you use all purpose flour you could store this in your cabinet or pantry in a ziploc bag or plastic storage container; just attach a piece of paper to it with the baking instructions. &amp;nbsp;I store ours in the freezer because the freshly milled flour will turn rancid at room temperature. &amp;nbsp;This time I divided up the mix into individual bags &lt;strike&gt;because I was avoiding the house cleaning before my mom arrives&lt;/strike&gt; to save time later. &amp;nbsp;This large recipe made 7 batches of brownie mix.&lt;br /&gt;
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To make the brownies, mix:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 eggs, beaten&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1/4 cup oil or melted butter&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;2 cups brownie mix&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;1/2 cup chopped nuts, optional&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preheat oven to 350, grease an 8" pan. &amp;nbsp;Your mix will probably be quite thick, spread it into pan and bake 30-35 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208369368058883769-8208729687959670730?l=livingwithchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Where I listen to toddlers shriek, get kicked in the back and smell poopy diapers to save a few bucks.&lt;br /&gt;
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It always starts the same each summer. &amp;nbsp;I get excited about the FREE movie series shown each week during&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;summer and convince the kids that it will be fun. &amp;nbsp;They turn up their noses at most of the movies because they've already seen them or those are "&lt;i&gt;too baby&lt;/i&gt;" but I can get them to commit to a few we skipped during the regular showings. &lt;br /&gt;
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We pack a backpack with juice boxes and snacks because a free movie means&lt;i&gt; free&lt;/i&gt;; none of this $5 kids pack from the concession stands for us. &amp;nbsp;We are simply here to watch your DVD on the big screen, &lt;i&gt;thankyouverymuch&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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First, you must arrive at least 30 minutes before the movie if you want your party of 5 to sit together. &amp;nbsp;Don't try to save seats because every mother coming in for the next 30 minutes is going to give you the look of death for robbing her and her children the opportunity to sit together for the free DVD showing. &amp;nbsp;If you do arrive after most of the seats are taken, be warned that now every mother sitting in the seats with an empty one near them will give you the look of "don't you even think about parading yourself and your 4 kids down this row, this seat is &lt;i&gt;saved&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;
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Very important- Look who you'll be sitting in front of. &amp;nbsp;This is the free movie full of 2-legged chair kickers and boy do they put on their practice shoes each week. &amp;nbsp;Try to sit in front of the parent accompanying the 2-legged chair kickers. &amp;nbsp;If the accompanying parent needs to make a bathroom run, be sure to use that opportunity to tell the 2-legged chair kicker to cut it out. &amp;nbsp;Nicely, of course.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hopefully the movie will start on time because entertaining children for 30 minutes gets a bit difficult, even for the best mothers and daycare providers. &amp;nbsp;Finally, the lights go down and the movie starts...after the operator figures out how to switch over to the computer playing the DVD. &amp;nbsp;It can become quite comical to watch someone else navigate a computer while 200 people watch in anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thirty minutes into the movie the toddler behind you starts asking about his shoe that fell off his foot. &lt;br /&gt;
"mommy, my shoe"&lt;br /&gt;
"my shoe, mommy"&lt;br /&gt;
"my shoe"&lt;br /&gt;
"mommy"&lt;br /&gt;
"my shoe? &amp;nbsp;mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;
"where's my shoe?"&lt;br /&gt;
"mommy, my shoe"&lt;br /&gt;
"my shoe, mommy"&lt;br /&gt;
Repeat this for the remainder of the movie. &amp;nbsp;I was about to offer up my own shoe for the kid.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just as your thinking that the end of the movie needs to come soon or your&amp;nbsp;chiropractor&amp;nbsp;will be getting rich tomorrow, you smell it. &amp;nbsp;The smell of 100 toddlers and babies that all ate breakfast about two hours ago in one windowless room.&lt;br /&gt;
First kid: "mom, what is that smell?" &lt;br /&gt;
Second kid: "dude, who stinks?" &amp;nbsp;(This is a boy, of course)&lt;br /&gt;
Third kid: "mom, I think it's that kid right..."&lt;br /&gt;
Mom: "stop it, they are babies. &amp;nbsp;you pooped too, ya know."&lt;br /&gt;
Mom: &amp;nbsp;"dude, that stinks. &amp;nbsp;that's awful, what'd you feed that kid?"&lt;br /&gt;
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And then you make a bee line out of the theatre as soon as the credits roll. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm going to suck as an old person; or senior citizen as I make my children say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208369368058883769-7436354779316637855?l=livingwithchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I thought powdered sugar was this special stuff made from something that was &lt;i&gt;sugar like&lt;/i&gt; at one time but transformed into poofy powder by some highly complicated process.&lt;br /&gt;
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That is until I was lazy one day and needed to make some frosting and realized I didn't have any powdered sugar. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Punch up Mr. Google. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm telling you, Google&amp;nbsp;automatically&amp;nbsp;fills in the first three words of each of my searches now with "make your own &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;fill in the blank&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;." &amp;nbsp;Just today it was "make your own rice krispies" and guess what?! &amp;nbsp;You CAN make your own rice krispies! &amp;nbsp;Matthew was actually the one who wondered if it was possible so I'm thinking about making a video with him explaining that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So anyway, back to the powdered sugar. &amp;nbsp;It's very simple, involving only 2 things. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I-A2z-bt3Ss/Th3kvuIZ0uI/AAAAAAAABAw/446iBZW_bHU/s1600/IMG_5956.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I-A2z-bt3Ss/Th3kvuIZ0uI/AAAAAAAABAw/446iBZW_bHU/s400/IMG_5956.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sugar and a blender.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Oh, and maybe some dish cloths because your countertop might look like you poofed a bag of powdered sugar all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;
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I made the powdered sugar today with two different sugars, one is the traditional, refined white sugar and the other is unrefined sugar, or evaporated cane juice. &amp;nbsp;This is sometimes called raw sugar, turbinado sugar, sucanat or rapadura. &amp;nbsp;They are essentially all the same but rapadura is refined the least amount. &amp;nbsp;Cane juice actually has minerals in it and the process of refining it takes those nutrients out, so we try to use raw sugar for most everything in our house. &amp;nbsp;I buy our evaporated cane juice either at a nutrition store, Whole Foods or through &lt;a href="http://www.azurestandard.com/"&gt;Azure Standard&lt;/a&gt;, a co-op that delivers once a month. If I run out before placing an order with the co-op I will pick up a box or two of Sugar in the Raw at the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;
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The process:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JeEl8U4q0cs/Th3l-yNNq6I/AAAAAAAABA4/5QGBuuFDxIQ/s1600/sugar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JeEl8U4q0cs/Th3l-yNNq6I/AAAAAAAABA4/5QGBuuFDxIQ/s640/sugar.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dump your sugar into the blender and turn it on. &amp;nbsp;You may need to stop occasionally and knock the sugar back into the center of the blender. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rSKJcV-vG1g/Th3llR1gMwI/AAAAAAAABA0/mpXCtEi54E0/s1600/IMG_5968.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rSKJcV-vG1g/Th3llR1gMwI/AAAAAAAABA0/mpXCtEi54E0/s400/IMG_5968.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To really freak your kids out you can remove the center piece of the lid and yell that the blender is on fire; they will usually come running for that. &amp;nbsp;But be warned, they will then start licking the air because it tastes like powdered sugar.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8-dikh1u-o/Th3m2TDaSGI/AAAAAAAABA8/GmwBOuVSwIk/s1600/IMG_5970.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8-dikh1u-o/Th3m2TDaSGI/AAAAAAAABA8/GmwBOuVSwIk/s400/IMG_5970.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
After blending for just a minute or so you will start to see powdered sugar forming. &amp;nbsp;Blend until you like the consistency. &amp;nbsp;The raw sugar ended up being only slightly darker than the white sugar once powdered.&lt;br /&gt;
Matthew did a taste test of the two different powdered sugars and concluded that the raw sugar had more flavor and after testing myself, I conclude he is correct; the raw sugar definitely made a more flavorful powdered sugar. &amp;nbsp;I combined the two and it is now safely stored in a&amp;nbsp;Ziploc&amp;nbsp;with the baking products in my pantry. &lt;br /&gt;
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So, now when you think "I really need powdered sugar" for your fancy french toast but you're still cozy in pajamas, you can make your own and save a trip to the grocery store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208369368058883769-6946963745668272314?l=livingwithchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So I thought I would share these things with all of you so if you find yourself one ingredient short and too lazy to go to the store, you too can make it yourself. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'll start with a reminder of my post about making your own laundry soap, found &lt;a href="http://livingwithchaos.blogspot.com/2008/12/homemade-laundry-soap.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
I now make my own laundry bar soap that I grind up instead of buying the Fels Naptha and Kirks Hardwater Castile soap. &amp;nbsp;I'm giddy about my next batch of laundry soap because I scented the bar soap this time with the same mountain fresh smell that I miss from Tide. &amp;nbsp;Giddy about laundry soap, oh my.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208369368058883769-832007510701683864?l=livingwithchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Almost every time we have someone ask us about adopting Claire we hear the statement, "Oh, I'd love to adopt but &lt;u&gt;insert reason here&lt;/u&gt;." &amp;nbsp;Many times that reason is money.&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it expensive to adopt? &amp;nbsp;Yes. &lt;br /&gt;
But, it doesn't come all at once. &amp;nbsp;We were able to cash flow a lot of our early adoption expenses because the big expenses were spaced a couple months apart. &amp;nbsp;The biggest expense was travel and we did use credit to finance a lot of it. &lt;br /&gt;
But, did you know there is a tax credit for adopting? &amp;nbsp;Yes, to the tune of ~$12,000! &amp;nbsp;Does that make it sound a little more doable? &amp;nbsp;You do have to front the expenses and you can file for the credit (which is now a lump sum refund) the year following your finalized adoption. &amp;nbsp;Even the government sees that it is a good thing to get orphans into families!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I challenge you to really look at your list of reasons you can't adopt and see if maybe pushing beyond your comfort zone is something you'd consider. &amp;nbsp;There are approximately 149 million orphans.... that's right, &lt;i&gt;million&lt;/i&gt;! &amp;nbsp;Can you change the life of just 1?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208369368058883769-5671037605459377994?l=livingwithchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, May 6th we ate at Subway and then took the kids to Home Depot to gather supplies for that weekend's worth of work on our master bathroom. &amp;nbsp;When checking out at Home Depot I realized my wallet was gone. &amp;nbsp;At first I didn't panic; it must have fallen out in the car, I thought. &amp;nbsp; But it didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the course of that weekend I called Subway 3 times, visited twice more and visited Home Depot twice to check and see if someone had found my wallet. &amp;nbsp;They didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We canceled the cards that were in my wallet immediately Friday night and on Monday I started the arduous process of replacing my IDs, insurance cards and the like. &amp;nbsp;My driver's license had a different address on it so I contacted the residents of that address to let them know they might be receiving a package with my wallet in it. &amp;nbsp;I &lt;i&gt;wanted&lt;/i&gt; to believe people are good and the contents of my wallet weren't being used for deviant purposes, but he longer we moved away from May 6th, the more I thought I'd never see the wallet again and my faith in humanity dwindled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until yesterday. &amp;nbsp;We ran some errands and returned home to find a post-it note on the front door; it read "I have your wallet" and it included his name and phone number. &amp;nbsp;Could it be?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called him and learned the story of my wallet's last three weeks. &amp;nbsp;His son had found my wallet and brought it home for his dad to find me. &amp;nbsp;He mailed it to my old address and it was then returned to him so he resorted to the internet to see if I lived locally. &amp;nbsp;All that information we have floating around the internet actually served some good! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He lives only a couple of blocks from us and handed me my completely intact wallet yesterday, 24 days after I mistakenly left it on a table at Subway. &amp;nbsp;I held my hand out to shake his but truthfully, I wanted to hug him. &amp;nbsp;He restored my faith in humanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208369368058883769-9060386701726751701?l=livingwithchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am the mom to a child on the Autism spectrum... and it's hard.&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There are few days that pass by that I &lt;i&gt;don't &lt;/i&gt;think "this is the hardest thing I've ever had to do, God, please don't let me screw this up." &amp;nbsp;We didn't get an Asperger's/Autism diagnosis until Jacob was nearly 11 years old. &amp;nbsp;For years we chugged along with speech therapy, doctor's appointments, medication and living in a semi-constant state of frustration on both his part and ours. &amp;nbsp;One blessed teacher raised the concern that she thought something else was the root of our issues and another full evaluation ensued. &amp;nbsp;She was right. &amp;nbsp;Once we researched Asperger's, we realized we were reading our child on paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, from then on we had the "why" to many of our frustrations; things that were once cloudy suddenly became crystal clear. &amp;nbsp;The lack of&amp;nbsp;physical&amp;nbsp;contact, the tactile issues, the loud noises that bothered him, all of it; it all made sense now. &amp;nbsp;But, having the "why" didn't give a clear answer on the new question of "now how do I deal with it?" &amp;nbsp;I felt bad, and still do, about getting so upset with him over things in the past that I now realize were most likely beyond his control. &amp;nbsp;Now I try to remember those behaviors, but there are still days, many of them in fact, that I have a hard time remembering the &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; of our situation and pass straight through to "I can't deal with this today." &amp;nbsp;The &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; gives no magic fix, no miracle jar of patience, no magic pill can fix it; it is just simply a reason &lt;i&gt;why &lt;/i&gt;some things happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_kPZayFiKXI/Td01cqsgW8I/AAAAAAAAA_0/PI1silr4M_U/s1600/IMG_5727.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_kPZayFiKXI/Td01cqsgW8I/AAAAAAAAA_0/PI1silr4M_U/s400/IMG_5727.jpg" width="338" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But, along with the issues of Asperger's that are hard to manage at times comes the silver lining that makes Jacob, &lt;i&gt;Jacob&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;He is brilliant. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We've always suspected Jacob was a bright child but this year it was confirmed to us when colleges started pursuing him to take resident courses over the summer. &amp;nbsp;Living in the dorm and taking college classes for a month as a 13 year old; that certainly wasn't something I remember being offered in my youth! &amp;nbsp;This past week we took Jacob to a statewide recognition ceremony for the Duke TIP program. &amp;nbsp;He was nominated for the program due to scores on his annual&amp;nbsp;standardized&amp;nbsp;tests and then took the ACT in December. &amp;nbsp;This was the regular ACT and he scored the same as an average senior in high school. &amp;nbsp;Duke TIP invited all the 7th graders from the state who scored high enough to a recognition ceremony and Jacob was very excited to attend. &amp;nbsp;In the auditorium I felt at home; a peace that comes from watching my son feel like he belongs with the peers around him. &amp;nbsp;I saw him acting comfortable and even striking up a conversation with a boy behind him; something he has been working towards for two years. &amp;nbsp;Jacob is usually a child of few words and that day he was chatty and told me several times that he was excited to be there. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It was my slice of Italy when I usually try to accept the fact that we arrived in Holland many years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LLhupVcm_ak/Td01VxvjIpI/AAAAAAAAA_w/QmolT36zW5o/s1600/IMG_5730.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LLhupVcm_ak/Td01VxvjIpI/AAAAAAAAA_w/QmolT36zW5o/s640/IMG_5730.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Did you know that Bill Gates, Alfred Hitchcock, Isaac Newton, Jim Henson, Thomas Jefferson, Michaelangelo, Mozart, and even Albert Einstein were all diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This gives me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hope that Jacob will not be limited by the challenges of Asperger's in his lifetime. &amp;nbsp;And as we chug along deciphering teenage behaviors from Asperger's behaviors we cling to that hope that his intelligence will carry him above Asperger's and he will accomplish all he sets out to in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;God gave us this child, our oldest boy, for a reason. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't an accident, it wasn't a mistake, and though sometimes I want to get bitter and mad at the doctor who messed up the end of my pregnancy and find someone to blame, I can't. &amp;nbsp;Jacob being born to two young 20 somethings was a very deliberate act of God. &amp;nbsp;We have him, and he us, for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208369368058883769-443493095048056874?l=livingwithchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I did.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You want to know why? &amp;nbsp;Because, despite the two verses in the Bible that some people believe refer to homsexuality there are countless others that tell us to love all people. &amp;nbsp;It doesn't say love heterosexual people, it doesn't say love people of our own race, it doesn't say love those people who think like us, it says love &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It says "&lt;i&gt;love your neighbor as yourself&lt;/i&gt;" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Leviticus 19:18,&amp;nbsp;Matthew 19:19.&amp;nbsp;Matthew 22:39,&amp;nbsp;Mark 12:31, Luke 10:27, Romans 13:9, Galations 5:14, James 2:8&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It says "&lt;i&gt;God is love&lt;/i&gt;" &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1 John 4:8&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It has a a passage of verses just about love, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28670" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28671" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28672" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28673" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1 Corinthians 4-7&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It boggles my mind that all the verses about loving each other get thrown out the window when the topic of homosexuality comes up. &amp;nbsp;"Oh, that's wrong; God says so." &amp;nbsp;Really, because I think God says judging people is wrong too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So yes, I truly do love gay people. &amp;nbsp;I'm not threatened by them, I'm not scared of them, I'm not scared to have them around my children, and I'm not ashamed to be friends or family with them. &amp;nbsp;In fact, just saying &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt; makes me feel bad; like &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; are something different than myself. &amp;nbsp;In fact, they are not. &amp;nbsp;They &amp;nbsp;are human beings who deserve happiness, love and acceptance just like any and all of us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What would happen if *gasp* one of my children told me later in life that they are gay? &amp;nbsp;I can tell you- absolutely nothing would happen any different than before they told me. &amp;nbsp;The would still be the same child I kissed good night, walked the floor with and stood up for when bullied. &amp;nbsp;My&amp;nbsp;ultimate&amp;nbsp;goal as a mother is to raise my children to love the Lord &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; all people, regardless of race, sexual preference, special needs, etc. &amp;nbsp;The best and only way to do this is to lead by example. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So, here I am&amp;nbsp;publicly&amp;nbsp;telling my children and the world that I love &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; people and will raise them to do the same. &amp;nbsp;The circle of hate needs to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208369368058883769-7286150514107005487?l=livingwithchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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OK, for the rest of you that have stuck around and really want to hear about feet, here you go.&lt;br /&gt;
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Did you know you can get eczema on your feet? &amp;nbsp;Seriously, is that for real? &lt;br /&gt;
Is the skin on your feet super, overly dry? &amp;nbsp;So dry that maybe your husband might say "honey, you really need to get that checked out" and you probably reply with "oh, it's just really dry, it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; winter, you know." &amp;nbsp;And then he follows it up with "seriously, haven't you heard about some disease that makes you have lizard skin? You really need to get that checked out." &lt;br /&gt;
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OK, so I waited a few months to get the super, overly dry skin on my feet checked out. &amp;nbsp;We're headed to FL next week and a light bulb went off....Florida, hot, sun, FLIP FLOPs... Oh shit, the lizard skin! &amp;nbsp;(oops, sorry mom, no worries, I already bit the soap; good thing I make my own now.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Guess what she told me? &amp;nbsp;The coconut oil, vitamin E, super expensive creme I've bought? &amp;nbsp;None of it will work. &amp;nbsp;It needs a steroid cream because its eczema on my feet. &amp;nbsp;One day of cream and my feet are pink again, who knew?! &amp;nbsp;So, here's your daily tip.&lt;br /&gt;
If you husband tells you might be developing some rare lizard skin disease, go to the doctor!&lt;br /&gt;
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Feet story #2&lt;br /&gt;
Emily's feet grew from a size 7 to a size 10 in about 7 months last year. &amp;nbsp;Talk about an expensive shoe bill! &amp;nbsp;I nearly birthed a cow in the sports store when the size 9, then 9.5 didn't fit and I had to reach up and pull the size 10 from the top shelf. &amp;nbsp;I had half a notion to buy the sports wrap and bind her feet right there but I thought surely we'd come to the end of the growth cycle.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since last fall she's had a lot of pain in her feet after activity and she's a very active girl so we heard her complaints often. &amp;nbsp;I finally thought this wasn't growing pains so we made a trip to the pediatrician who referred us onto the podiatrist. &amp;nbsp;Her appointment with the podiatrist was today and after one look at her feet and x-ray he asked me "is your husband tall?" &amp;nbsp;I get asked this ALL the time when I have Emily with me and he isn't with us. &amp;nbsp;My&amp;nbsp;response, as usual, was 'no, he's 5'10"" so then he looked at me&amp;nbsp;quizzically. &amp;nbsp;I knew what this look meant because I see it just as often as I'm asked about my husband's height. &amp;nbsp;I quickly replied "I have a very tall grandmother" and he said "ah, there it is." &amp;nbsp;It must be in the doctor's handbook to trace down the tall DNA gene or something. &amp;nbsp;He told us what we've heard many times, Emily will be tall.&lt;br /&gt;
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As it turns out, Emily got screwed when they handed out the feet DNA and has some issues that we need to work on resolving. &amp;nbsp;One way to hopefully resolve it without surgery is orthotics made for her shoes. &amp;nbsp;As with most insurances, ours won't cover custom orthotics and buying a new set every shoe size change would become quite costly. &amp;nbsp;I mentioned to the doctor that she's been in a size 10 for a few months now so maybe that means she's leveled off on the foot growth and orthotics might be a good idea. &amp;nbsp;Right&amp;nbsp;about the time I said she's been in a 10 for a few months Emily piped up with "Yea, and they're getting small!" &amp;nbsp;Oh my, seriously? &amp;nbsp;Size 10.5? &lt;br /&gt;
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When I was a teenager my mom and I had the same sized feet, pretty much. &amp;nbsp;But, she always hated it when I wore her shoes, "you'll stretch them out," I'd hear. &amp;nbsp;I'd always think "yea right, how can I stretch out your shoes?" &amp;nbsp;When Emily blew through her size 8-9 shoe range and tried to take my shoes guess what I said to her? &amp;nbsp;"No, you'll stretch them out!" &lt;br /&gt;
You'll stretch them out is really 'mom code' for "get my nicely cared for shoes off your feet before you wear them outside and get mud in the treads or let the shoelace drag on the ground because I don't buy shoes for my teenage (or tween!) daughter to wear; &amp;nbsp;get your own damn shoes!" &lt;br /&gt;
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Now that Emily wears shoes nearly 2 sizes bigger than I do, I don't have to worry with her borrowing my shoes anymore. &amp;nbsp;Small victories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208369368058883769-6292432241295248179?l=livingwithchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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These are two loaves of bread that I baked yesterday. &amp;nbsp;Take a guess on which one is whole wheat bread.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, duh genius, the one on the right. Right? &amp;nbsp;Or, correct? for you English aficionados. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure you were able to guess the bread on the right is wheat based on the color but I'm about to blow your mind.&lt;br /&gt;
They are both whole wheat bread!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, that is right. &amp;nbsp;Merely an hour before these slices were rising into beautiful loaves of bread they were wheat berries in their whole form. &amp;nbsp;The slices on the left were made from hard white wheat and the ones on the right were made from hard red wheat. &amp;nbsp;Hard red wheat is the standard wheat used in wheat bread, hence why you were able to guess the slices on the right based on their color. &amp;nbsp;Hard white wheat has all the same nutrition as red wheat but it has a lighter color and milder flavor. &amp;nbsp; I use white wheat for nearly everything I bake but J likes a hearty, nutty red wheat loaf occasionally so yesterday I baked two different kinds.&lt;br /&gt;
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I alternately titled this post "My Time Suck" because that is what it's become. &amp;nbsp;Not that I mind it but now you know what I'm doing a lot of the time instead of writing posts on this blog. &amp;nbsp;About 7 months ago we made the jump into grinding our own wheat and making our own bread products. &amp;nbsp;I'm sure you are thinking "that is just crazy, is she for real?" &amp;nbsp;I know you are because I thought the same thing when I first learned about it. &amp;nbsp;I even added "seriously, people do this kind of thing when bread costs $2-$3 a loaf?!" &amp;nbsp;It was not a cheap investment but once we listened to a conference and really researched all the health benefits from grinding your own grains we decided it would be a good investment in our health and our&amp;nbsp;children's' futures. &amp;nbsp;It's certainly not for everyone but it has worked for us.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been wanting to write a post on this crazy adventure so I figured I'd start with this and the promises that I'll dive more in depth soon. &amp;nbsp;That is, as soon as I clean the flour off the countertops and wash the pile of dishes this adventure brings.&lt;br /&gt;
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Want to learn more? &amp;nbsp;I've learned a ton at &lt;a href="http://www.urbanhomemaker.com/"&gt;www.urbanhomemaker.com&lt;/a&gt; (where I got our bread recipe), and &lt;a href="http://www.kitchensterwardship.com/"&gt;www.kitchensterwardship.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I've ordered most of our products from &lt;a href="http://www.pleasanthillgrain.com/"&gt;www.pleasanthillgrain.com&lt;/a&gt; and we started this journey after listening to Sue Becker from &lt;a href="http://www.breadbeckers.com/"&gt;www.breadbeckers.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208369368058883769-1583555983044464648?l=livingwithchaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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