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Leigh has never been a big "baby person". She's always said that if she could just get her kids at about 3 years old or older, that would be perfect for her. Well, once she and her husband started discussing children (after those 5 years) they talked about having babies, fostering, and possibly adopting. They felt like they had a lot to offer children who didn't have a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they ended up pursuing the fostering option. They went through classes and went in with the intention to foster to adopt. They thought they might foster a set of siblings or several kids together. They were set to be open for fostering after a scheduled missions trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That missions trip was supposed to be to Haiti. The devastating earthquake hit Haiti about two weeks before Leigh and her husband were supposed to go. Their trip was cancelled. They got a call from the fostering agency. There was a young brother and sister who were adoptable and were looking for their "forever family". They thought Leigh's home would be great for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brother and sister were placed with Leigh. It was a great situation. The kids were 3 and 5 when they came. The transition was tough, especially for the 5 year old girl. She remembered going to the last foster home (which was a great home), and she had memories before that too. The boy really only remembered the past foster home, so this was rough for him to think about getting a new "mommy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a year and a half Leigh and her husband worked with these kids. They formed bonds, went through intensive therapy, and always talked about how they would be these cihldren's "forever mom and dad". A few weeks ago the little boy (who has been through a TON of stuff in this time) told Leigh that "it's a good thing he loved Mommy, because she could be his 'forever mom' now". You have no idea what this meant to Leigh. When I heard this I cried. What a break through for this little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These children are so precious. Leigh and her husband are fantastic parents. And today they finalized the adoption of their two&amp;nbsp;children. I am so happy for their little family and I can't wait to see what will happen next. But I know these two kids are the luckiest to have amazing parents like this. And I know Leigh and her husband are very lucky to have these precious children in their lives too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431253946346326687-3122312118366952132?l=mommydaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;I haven't thought about that much. That actually is a tricky question. I like kids. I like talking to and working with kids...on a small scale. I don't mind when other kids come over...if it's for a short time. I guess I just get tired of having them around for too long. That sounds&amp;nbsp;horrible, but it's strangely true. It's sort of the same way I know I would not make a good full-time classroom teacher. I could do tutoring, or&amp;nbsp;specialized&amp;nbsp;teaching or other classes, but I know I don't want to be a full-time classroom teacher. I just don't&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;it in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'm hoping that this will be easier for my when Zachariah is older. I would love to be the teenage hangout house. I do like to entertain and since teens are better to do that with, I think that might work out. In the house we are in there just aren't any great places for kids to play or run around. We're hoping to be in the position to move in&amp;nbsp;about&amp;nbsp;5 years. We would really like a place in the country. A basement or other area for hanging out would be fabulous. Then I think it&amp;nbsp;would&amp;nbsp;be great to have Zachariah's friends come and be&amp;nbsp;able&amp;nbsp;to be a big part of their lives like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://diniwilks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt; wants to know what my best posts are.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's hard to do. I've blogged here for almost 5 years now. I know there are some posts that I tell about myself, so here are a few I can think of that might give you a little more insight to who I am.&lt;br /&gt;*Here is an oldie, but goodie with 50 facts about me. (Keep in mind this was written 4 years ago.)-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mommydaisy.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html"&gt;http://mommydaisy.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Now I'm just being sentimental. This is some cute things about Zachariah when he was my nephew's age, about 1 1/2-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mommydaisy.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-little-funny-boy.html"&gt;http://mommydaisy.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-little-funny-boy.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ooh, bad memories about a friend who stopped talking to me (we talk just a little now, but I haven't seen her in person since before this incident 3 years ago)-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mommydaisy.blogspot.com/2008/09/break-up.html"&gt;http://mommydaisy.blogspot.com/2008/09/break-up.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This tells about how Matt &amp;amp; I met-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mommydaisy.blogspot.com/2008/04/r-is-for-relationship-bonus-letter-day.html"&gt;http://mommydaisy.blogspot.com/2008/04/r-is-for-relationship-bonus-letter-day.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And this is a great story about how I broke a boy's heart once-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mommydaisy.blogspot.com/2008/07/heartbreaker.html"&gt;http://mommydaisy.blogspot.com/2008/07/heartbreaker.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, that was really fun looking back over past posts. I had forgotten so many things about when Zachariah was little. I'll have to remember to go back through my archives more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431253946346326687-4518643508267810637?l=mommydaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Right now I have no desire to decorate my house for Christmas. I can't figure out if it's because I am sick right now or I'm just not in the holiday spirit yet. I'm hoping it will hit at some point. (There was a Christmas, years ago, that I didn't put up our tree. I was not in a festive mood and didn't feel like dealing with it. Hoping I don't get to that this year.) I usually love putting up our tree and decorations. It's fun to have beautiful, festive house.&lt;br /&gt;
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This week seemed like a big blur of activities. Monday was my usual busyness with Bible study at church and then trying to catch up on laundry, dishes and other chores that get put off over the weekend (especially since we were away last weekend). Tuesday I took Matt's truck to a neighboring town to have new tires put on. While they were working on it, I got a loaner car. I drove to Zachariah's school to help with his class Thanksgiving "feast". We had a great time there. I went back to the car dealership to pick up the truck, then home to get a few quick things done before Zachariah got home. Wednesday, Zachariah didn't have school. We drove to Columbus to pick up our family photographs that were ready. (They turned out so well. Have I posted my favorite here yet?) But we did make good use of our time&lt;br /&gt;
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Thursday was Thanksgiving, which means running around to various relatives and stuffing ourselves, although it's not as bad as Christmas. We live a little way away from our families, so we end up driving the farthest to participate in family get-togethers. It gets very hectic and a little crazy, but I love it. Being with my family is such an important part of the holidays, I'll do it as long as I can. &lt;br /&gt;
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Today Matt had to work, so Zachariah and I stayed home. I am not a big Black Friday shopper. I don't like all the crowds. We slept in and were pretty lazy all morning. Zachariah got to play video games for an hour or so, which thrilled him because he hasn't had time lately. After lunch I asked him to clean his room. It was driving me nuts, and with Christmas coming I don't want to deal with putting more toys and things into an already messy room. I couldn't believe that he readily went in and cleaned for about an hour or so with no help or complaining! He cleaned up everything and did what I'd asked. OK, so I did bribe him a bit, but still there is usually at least a little whining. Not today, so the room is clean and I let him spend the rest of the afternoon eating popcorn and candy while watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;
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While today was a nice little break from all the hectic plans, the rest of the weekend isn't that way. Tomorrow I have to go to church early for a funeral. We lost a precious lady earlier this week, and I am helping with the dinner afterwards. Matt will come to the funeral, but he's heading home after that. The burial is a little ways away, so it might be a while before the dinner starts. Plus the Ohio State vs. Michigan game is tomorrow afternoon. I will miss it, but at least Matt will be able to get home in time to watch it. I know he has some other things to do around the house (like clean the gutters before the snow starts flying), so he'll have plenty going on. And Sunday is always busy with our involvement in church things.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whew! I'm glad next week won't be quite this busy. Maybe that's why I'm not in the Christmas spirit yet. I think once I have a day or two to get back on a normal schedule around here and catch up on housework and chores, it will help. But we all know there are plenty of activities to keep us all busy between now and Christmas. Fortunately so far most of them are on the weekends (every weekend between now and the end of the year to be exact). Ahh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431253946346326687-3940316467182893138?l=mommydaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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2. A warm home&lt;br /&gt;
3. Health&lt;br /&gt;
4. Food &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;Clean water&lt;br /&gt;
5. Nice clothes&lt;br /&gt;
6. Friends (like you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you enjoy your Thanksgiving with family and friends. Blessings to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431253946346326687-8557861519981976657?l=mommydaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zachariah with Brutus at Cheryl's&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Yep, I said that. I just used the word "puke" in a blog title. Ha! What are you going to do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a pretty fun day today. We went to Columbus to pick up our prints of our family photos. Wow, they turned out very good. I can't wait to get everything hung up and framed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were out of town, I took advantage of the opportunity to shop at &lt;a href="http://target.com/"&gt;Target&lt;/a&gt; and a few other stores we don't have here. And we ate lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.chick-fil-a.com/"&gt;Chick-fil-a&lt;/a&gt;. Then we got some yummy cookies from &lt;a href="http://www.cheryls.com/"&gt;Cheryl's&lt;/a&gt;, and stopped to buy Matt some &lt;a href="http://www.sees.com/index.cfm"&gt;See's Candies&lt;/a&gt; before leaving the mall. (It's probably a good thing I don't live closer to these places that I love!) Sometimes it's fun to have a little spoiling, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour after Zachariah went to bed he got up with puke all over himself. Yuck! He had been coughing (stinking colds), and I think he gagged himself. All over him, so he had to re-shower. All over the bed, which I had to change and wash. Ugh. I am just hoping and praying it was because of him gagging and not the flu hitting our house. I don't want to deal with that. Plus we have plans for Thanksgiving. So far, so good, but only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you and yours a happy, healthy thanksgiving tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431253946346326687-7822337258879823568?l=mommydaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;2 lb. frozen hash brown potatoes, thawed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;1 pint sour cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;1 can cream of celery soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;2 c. shredded cheddar cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;1 stick margarine, melted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;½ tsp pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Combine all ingredients. Pour into a greased 1 ½ qt baking
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&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Glee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Parenthood&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Middle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Modern Family&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Survivor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Private Practice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chuck&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite new shows:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Last Man Standing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Revenge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Person of Interest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Once Upon a Time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you watching any of these? What are you watching that I'm not and should be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two favorite new shows are &lt;i&gt;Revenge&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;i&gt;Once Upon a Time&lt;/i&gt;. If you haven't tried those, you really should!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431253946346326687-2013109196567251386?l=mommydaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening we had our very first Parent Teacher conference. It went so well. I have adored Zachariah's teacher from the beginning. She is just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachariah is doing really well academically. He is doing fantastic in reading. He is reading beyond what she's doing in class, so she's challenging him with the next step up in books. He sounds out words so well and figures things out quickly. He's been doing this at home, and I'm constantly amazed at what he knows. I really appreciated her telling us about trying to challenge him and push him a little farther. She can see that he needs that. And he definitely likes to be challenged. He gets bored quickly if it's not challenging.&amp;nbsp;He knows all his numbers and is writing well. He is doing well in Math too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problems that she told us about are things that he has issues with at home. They are minor and we will work on them and continue to remind him of those things. He rushes through some work, like writing and scissor work. Although, she said this has been happening a lot with a bunch of students lately. They want to finish first, so she's really working on quality work and not speed.&lt;br /&gt;
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He also likes to be nosy about what other students are doing when he's supposed to be doing something else. (And he reports to the teacher when they aren't doing what they are supposed to be.) I think this is something that many kids have trouble with at this age. We decide just to remind him to focus on his work and not worry about everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he sometimes charges into something without waiting to hear the directions. He thinks he knows how to do it, so he does. He has been doing this for a long time. He gets things done fast, because he can figure them out quickly. Then he doesn't want to wait for someone to tell him what to do next, he'll just do what he thinks he should. We'll reinforce this at home and she'll continue with the gentle reminders at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also told us how much fun it is having him in her class. He's a funny kid with a lot of personality. And when he has a conversation with you, it's like talking to another adult. (He's always been like this.) It's always funny to me how this amazes people, we're just used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all he's doing great. I was so glad to hear this. And I love that his teacher pays enough attention to know what he needs. I knew going into&amp;nbsp;public&amp;nbsp;school that there was a chance Zachariah wouldn't get the pushes he needed. He started kindergarten knowing so much already, but he is getting just what he needs. I know that he'll continue to excel. I'm very proud of my boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431253946346326687-4069388796292366783?l=mommydaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The holiday season is upon us, what are you most excited about?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;What makes you first think&amp;nbsp;about&amp;nbsp;the holidays? Get-togethers? Shopping for gifts? Decorating? Baking? Cooler weather? Or something else?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;When do you do most of your gift buying for Christmas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have any favorite&amp;nbsp;holiday&amp;nbsp;traditions?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you go to family dinner for Thanksgiving? Or is it a small intimate dinner at home?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;What food/s do you make for Thanksgiving?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you go to stores for Black Friday sales?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is on your gift list?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you host or attend any Christmas or holiday parties?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you do to keep your kids busy during Christmas break?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I asked, I'll answer too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love seeing my extended family during the holidays. My parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins and more get together. Plus I enjoy Matt's family as well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;I get the baking bug when the holidays get close.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have been collecting gifts over the last few months (probably a few things since spring). We don't buy a lot, so I'm pretty far along. Not too much else to do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;I like having our little gift exchange before Christmas (with Matt &amp;amp; Zachariah). I like having our family thing with Matt's family on Christmas Eve then going to my parents' house and waking up Christmas morning with them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;We have 3 Thanksgiving dinners. My maternal grandmother has dinner the Sunday before, my paternal grandparents have dinner Thanksgiving Day at 1:00, and Matt's aunt has dinner at 4:00 Thanksgiving Day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;I usually bring a dessert, cookies or something similar. We travel a lot that week and live the farthest away from everyone else, so I keep it simple. Plus there is always so much food.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, I do NOT like the crowds.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;We buy gifts for Zachariah, sometimes each other, parents, siblings and nephews/niece. That's pretty much it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not other than family functions. I keep&amp;nbsp;thinking&amp;nbsp;about hosting a Christmas party and inviting all our local friends. (I like to host parties, but rarely do it due to the expense.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know, this is our first year with Christmas vacation from school. I need ideas! Help!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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OK, &lt;a href="http://nowheymama.blogspot.com/"&gt;you &lt;/a&gt;asked for recipes, and I just got a great new one that you'll love. If you are a fan of the &lt;a href="http://mommydaisy.blogspot.com/2009/09/pumpkin-cookie-recipe.html"&gt;Pumpkin Cookies&lt;/a&gt; that I make (and I know &lt;a href="http://incubationnation.blogspot.com/"&gt;many&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://rcpmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;of&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://dressupanddiaperchanges.blogspot.com/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt; are), then you will like this one too! My mom made these and brought us some extras. They are delicious. She made hers into mini muffins,&amp;nbsp;and I think they are perfect like that. Yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;
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1 tsp. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;
2 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;
2 tsp. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;
1/8 tsp. nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;
4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;
2 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;
1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;
3/4 cup oil&lt;br /&gt;
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Mix all ingredients and fill cupcake pans 2/3 full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topping:&lt;br /&gt;
8 oz. cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;
1/3 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;
1 egg&lt;br /&gt;
12 oz. chocolate chips (use mini chips with mini muffin pans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat sugar, egg and cream cheese together until smooth - add chocolate chips. Put 1 tsp. in center of each cupcake. Bake at 350 for 15-20 minutes (12-14 for mini muffin pans).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431253946346326687-1221657966535585500?l=mommydaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;*I know I start out a little mushy, but keep reading. There are some funny stories in here that you won't want to miss!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He never cease to amaze me. This son of mine. He's an amazing kid. I am blessed beyond belief that God allowed him to enter my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am so please with how well Zachariah has adjusted to school. First of all he had no educational experience outside of our home until now. We made the choice not to enroll him in preschool, but instead to teach him those basic skills he needed at home. I always thought home schooling was an option for our family. I know I would love to homeschool. But a few years ago it became evident that was not going to work for our son. He is a very social&amp;nbsp;creature, and I could see that he craved a group learning environment that I could not provide at home. If we had other children it would seem more realistic to homeschool. But that was not the case, so we decided to enroll him in public school.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite Zachariah being one of the youngest kids in his class, he is thriving. Socially he gets along well with all of his classmates. He's already made plenty of friends and playmates from kids in his class and others from different classrooms too. He is learning to read at a very rapid rate. Of course his teacher is doing a wonderful job, but Zachariah is going above and beyond with his reading (even when he doesn't always realize it). And he was already ahead in math. I'm proud of how well he's doing, and I can't wait to hear more from the teacher at parent/teacher conferences next week.&lt;br /&gt;
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This kid of mine is so funny too! He already has a nickname in his classroom. They call him &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hot Dog&lt;/i&gt;. It all started from a shirt he wears. I got it from Old Navy late this summer. It says "Hot Dog It's Friday". He loved it when we were shopping for school clothes. They didn't have it in his size, but he loved it so much I ordered it online (and paid to have it shipped here...*gasp*). It was worth every penny. They don't make it any more, and I so wish I'd ordered at least one more. Anyway, he started wearing the shirt every Friday, and about the second week of school his teacher started calling him &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hot Dog&lt;/i&gt;. He loved it and his classmates loved it. The name stuff. (I didn't believe it until I saw it myself when volunteering. They all do call him HOT DOG...way more than they say Zachariah.) He loves the nickname, and I guess it's better than others he could have gotten stuck with. I wonder if it will stick through high school. And I'm pretty sure I need to get him this shirt for Christmas. Very appropriate!&lt;br /&gt;
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Tonight Zachariah cracked us up. Our high school football team is in playoffs. They play a team from Columbus this Friday in tournaments (the team happens to be Z's teacher's alma mater). So they had the football players come to the Kindergarten building today and had a pep rally for the little kids. (What a fun idea!) All the kids wore black and orange and cheered on the team. Zachariah was telling Matt about it this evening. He said something about the football players being pretty neat to see there. Then, completely unprovoked, he said, "I really liked the cheerleaders too!" Ha! I asked him why. I really shouldn't have, but I had to see what he'd say. He grinned this goofy smile and said, "Because they were really cute." Wow! It really does start young, huh!&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, just a side note. Last week there was a little girl from Zachariah's class who was chasing him and kissing him at recess. I told him that I didn't think they should be kissing. He shrugged his little shoulders, grinned and said, "Mom, I wasn't doing the kissing." What can I say to that?!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I just can't wait to see what this kid comes up with next. I love his little personality. He really is a great kid. I know he'll turn out just fine. And I know that he'll never cease to amaze me...or crack me up on a regular basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431253946346326687-1922751056361405276?l=mommydaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I've been away from this blog for so long. I know there are "conversations" that I've started and not finished. I know there are stories that I've shared and not followed up on. And I know I haven't even posted pictures of my adorable niece. (My nephews got attention last year though.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Have I missed or left out anything that you'd like to know about or see? Please let me know. I'm open to talking about &lt;strike&gt;almost&lt;/strike&gt; anything. And I'd be happy to answer any questions for you. I'll be at this all month (and I'm hoping I'll pick back up on blogging here at least a little more than before), so I have lots of time to talk about things.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember any major traumatic issues in my life. There have been not so fun emergencies, like stepping on a nail when I was a kid (and it almost going all the way through my foot), passing out while newly pregnant and requiring immediate medical attention, and having my newborn baby sick in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse for Matt and I both was having Zachariah go to the special care nursery shortly after his birth. He had an infection that showed more a few hours after he was born, which earned him a trip out of my room and into the special care nursery (where he stayed for a week). There was a lack of communication from the nurses to us and it had us worried. Really the whole week-long stay was like that. We would get conflicting information from one nurse to another. It was very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw this happen all over again (it was gut-wrenching) when my sister-in-law delivered her first baby. Like Zachariah he was taken to the special care nursery shortly after birth for an infection (in the same hospital). It was difficult to see, but we offered as much support as we could to them while he was in there. Matt was traumatized seeing our nephew in the same situation as our own son. In fact when his sister had her second baby, he said if she ends up in special care too I don't want to have any more babies. (Lucky for me little Grace was&amp;nbsp;born&amp;nbsp;perfectly healthy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the grand scheme of things none of this made any difference. Zachariah is a healthy, thriving boy (and so is our nephew). In fact he's healthier than most kids his age. But that moment was one of the hardest of our lives. Ad yes, it does make us wonder if it would happen again for another child. Let's pray it doesn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5431253946346326687-1867308652550486595?l=mommydaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #1d1d1d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;As you can tell by my posts this weekend, family is very important to me. But for the case of this question, I'll write about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 19px;"&gt;my&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;immediate family- my husband and my son. They are my life. Being a stay at home mom/homemaker makes this even more true. My life, right now, revolves around my family. So as far as balance it's not really too hard. Of course there are always challenges, but I'm not working outside the home and I'm glad to not have to worry about adding that to the mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;In addition to taking care of my family's needs, I also enjoy spending time with them. My son loves&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;games and doing puzzles, so I make time for that with him. After school, after supper, on the weekends are all great times to play a board game together and just have a little one on one time.&amp;nbsp;Matt and I are usually alone together in the evenings. We talk, laugh and everything else. I'm glad that almost every day we have this time together. Those few hours can really refresh me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all love to travel together. We don't have to go far, but it's fun to have little adventures together. This summer we did a lot of little trips and had a great time. Matt &amp;amp; I have always enjoyed little getaways. And now that Zachariah is a little older, it's easy to take him along. He's always been a good car rider, so trips that involve a little driving aren't too bad. And he enjoys seeing new things and going to new places too. For us this is great quality family time. I think this is the stuff memories are made of, and we'll always have fond memories of our time together. In fact soon we have a little weekend trip planned. We're going to Chicago to the Toy &amp;amp; Game Fair. We did it last year and all had a blast. It will be a fun weekend! I enjoy getting away with my two guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5431253946346326687-7360033930483578872?l=mommydaisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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