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Jeremiah 29:10-11</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://adoptionsfromheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://adoptionsfromheart.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29874493/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00493865226605836266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3S5BNSjgj8/THVQ3v9YE_I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Kf865UzEYYE/S220/93483_8716.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>388</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheyGrewInMyHeart" /><feedburner:info uri="theygrewinmyheart" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MCRH8-fip7ImA9WhRSE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29874493.post-7202389405222133943</id><published>2011-11-15T08:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:57:45.156-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-15T08:57:45.156-05:00</app:edited><title>Dino Rest</title><content type="html">Mr. Noah is finally sleeping in a big boy bed. We moved Rey to the top bunk and put together the other time bed for Dominic and Noah is on the bottom bunk. I bought him an adorable dinosaur bed in a bag from Kohls and he loves it. You should have seen the excitement on his face when he saw it. He kept questioning Mine? Mine? Mine? He calls his blanket it a bank. lol. The first night he slept in it was Friday night. I had tucked in the sides so he wouldnt roll out and he had woken up in the middle of the night when he had crawled to the bottom and couldn't get out lol. He went right back to sleep. The next night was a littl rougher but he is getting the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love the fact that my children have an imagination and love to play. The oldest two? Not so much but the younger three? Yes. There are many times I walk into the boys room and find Reynaldo and Noah playing with cars or dinosaurs and Gracie loves to pull out all of the dress up clothes and play kitchen stuff and Barbies and Little People. Actually quite often she pulls it all out at once. We are working on that. In fact, her room is a real disaster right now. We are having a very difficult time getting her to clean up her mess's.&lt;br /&gt;
I remember spending hours playing with my sisters. We would play baby dolls and Barbies. My favorite though was when we would play school down the basement. We would set it up really cool and play for hours. That is one of my fondest memories growing up.&lt;br /&gt;
My oldest two are major book worms and because Kiarrah is an advanced reader, Dominic and her swap books when the mood strikes. Kiarrah has also developed a love for writing like her momma. Dominic also loves to learn about all of the Presidents. I think Autobiographies are his favorite kind of books.&lt;br /&gt;
I am just so happy that my husband and I have fostered an environment were our kids can read and imagine and explore. I refuse to be a family where my kids are always watching TV or have their nose in a video game. They do those things but we limit it. I get so upset when we go to social events and all the kids are plugged into something. Whatever happened to just simple child playing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29874493-3735168864703052718?l=adoptionsfromheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We also need to finish up some school projects for both Dominic and Kiarrah. Kiarrahs project is extra credit but my little overachiever wants to do it even though she doesnt need the extra credit. She is doing a report on Penguins and has to do a poster. I wish I was like her when I was in school. Dominic is doing a Chinese scroll.&lt;br /&gt;
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Little Miss Kiarrah will be 9 at the end of this month. She is my overachiever and she does everything 150%. It can be quite draining for me to keep up with her but I encourage her anyway I can. She loves school and is in the honor program. It is a bit more of a challenge for her this year which is a good thing. She is taking vocal lessons at Academy and she is in the junior choir at school. She sings like an angel and I am not just being partial.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also forgot to mention that the three older kids are involved In Junior Bible Quizzing at church and had their first competition this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gracie is attending &amp;nbsp;Little Master's Preschool three mornings a week. It is a nice little break for mommy and for her. She is doing the Abeka program and is starting to learn her letters and numbers. We tried to get her to take a ballet class but she was a little Wallerina. She just wouldn't leave the wall. Instead she is taking a Creative Play class with Miss Sarah and is doing much better there.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Noah is a typical momma's leg hugging 2 yr old. Sometimes I think he wishes he was back up in the womb. He is a real comedian and loves to get into stuff. He loves to talk and run and loves Dinosaurs. He also LOVES to dress up in his sisters dress up clothing. I seriously need to find him some boy dress up clothes. He adjusted well to Gracie leaving for school and loves having me to himself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Life has been extremely busy and rewarding. The kids are well into school and are taking classes at HCAA.&lt;/div&gt;
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Dominic turned 12 in October and is quite the comedian. He is having a little bit of a rough time getting used to 6th Grade. I think it is more of an organizational challenge but after meeting with his teachers, he knows what is expected of him. He had tried out for the flag football team and made it but schoolwork had to come first and we had to let football go. Was a hard decision to make as a mommy and daddy but we have seen an improvement in the grades. He is very strong in math. He is also taking Piano at The Academy and he loves that.&lt;/div&gt;
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This is a picture of Dominic and his future wife. He has proclaimed his love for her. When she came to the house to bring him a cookie pie for his birthday, we told him to get the door when the bell rang because it was his girlfriend. He was quick to correct us and say, "its not my girlfriend, its my future wife. I already have a girlfriend! When she gave him his card with a little gift of cash, she put a not in the card for him to save some of the money to buy her wedding ring. He is too much. Actually I should say, they are too much.&lt;/div&gt;
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Reynaldo is loving school this year. They moved him into Special Ed although they didn't really want to. It was after my urging them too. Last school year was a waste and he didn't learn a thing. This year his teacher is really good (don't care for the aid but that's another story) He is getting the more individualized help he needs. He is loving the hip hop class that he is taking at Academy. Reynaldo turned 11 in September. It is kind of cool, well at least the boys think so, that they are the same age for a month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is the start of a new year. Another clean slate is available for me to try not to smear. I am excited about the possibilities that 2011 present.&lt;br /&gt;
We had a nice Christmas this year. It was really hard not to be around my family. There is just something about being in Indiana and the traditions that are present this year. We decided to start a few of our own traditions this year and resume some others. &amp;nbsp;The kids seemed to enjoy themselves and were very well behaved during this break.&lt;br /&gt;
Christmas Eve we went out to dinner at The Brownstone Diner with Danisia. It was nice but a little rough because the kids were tired and cranky. Mainly Gracie. I think if we do that again we will go earlier. We came back to the house and just chilled and Naadu came over to bring Gracie a present. It was nice and relaxing and drama free.&lt;br /&gt;
Christmas morning we had to wake Noah up. He is always up any other day.The kids opened up their gifts while MeMa and Pop Pop watched on Skype. &amp;nbsp;It almost felt like they were here with us.&lt;br /&gt;
After presents and a breakfast of eggs and cinnamon rolls, we got dressed and went to Uncle Don and Chucks house in Staten Island. We had a blast. The day was spent playing games, talking and a delicious Italian meal. Chuck is an awesome cook.&lt;br /&gt;
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I enjoyed a nice weekend with the family. Today we are having a low key day. We might wander down to the park since it is such a beautiful day. I also need to continue going through the boxes of winter clothing and see what the kids still need. They start school on Thursday. I have two that are excited and one that is not. I really hope that they like their new teachers and have friends in their classroom.&lt;br /&gt;
I am looking forward to the structure that comes hand in hand with school and the feeling that fall is right around the corner. Enjoy your Labor Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29874493-4921523712680834170?l=adoptionsfromheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/atXA91TeMOcaaPfUbK_IhbgAA1g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/atXA91TeMOcaaPfUbK_IhbgAA1g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheyGrewInMyHeart/~4/bx2QrYDM_lM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://adoptionsfromheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4921523712680834170/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29874493&amp;postID=4921523712680834170&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29874493/posts/default/4921523712680834170?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29874493/posts/default/4921523712680834170?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheyGrewInMyHeart/~3/bx2QrYDM_lM/dream-to-reality.html" title="Dream to Reality" /><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00493865226605836266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3S5BNSjgj8/THVQ3v9YE_I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Kf865UzEYYE/S220/93483_8716.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://adoptionsfromheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/dream-to-reality.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMHQXo8eyp7ImA9Wx5RGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29874493.post-148650440918998595</id><published>2010-08-27T17:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T17:27:10.473-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-27T17:27:10.473-04:00</app:edited><title>Taking the Limits Off</title><content type="html">I thought I would take a moment and share my first blog entry for Rekindle Magazine. I will be blogging on Tuesdays over there. &amp;nbsp;You can check us out at &lt;a href="http://www.rekindlemag.com/blog/"&gt;Rekindle Magazine&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. I look forward to your comments&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2 class="title" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rekindlemag.com/blog/?p=144" rel="bookmark" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #3b5998; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Taking the Limits Off&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #339966; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Being a Christian woman is not an easy feat. On a daily basis we are bombarded with feelings of worthlessness, inadequacy, and a nagging question of how can God even love us. Because of these feelings we don’t see ourselves the way that God sees us. We put limits on ourselves and on what God can do through us. Surrendering our lives to Him is a huge step for many of us, especially if we have trust issues.&amp;nbsp; Lately I have been really struggling to see my potential through Christ. I have felt an anticipation that something big was about to happen. As a mommy to 5 children I just couldn’t see with my natural eye how God could use a busy stay at home mommy like me. I knew raising my children, being a wife and a friend was a ministry in itself but I have been hungry for more. When I was approached about becoming the Family Editor for Rekindle Magazine I was in awe of what God was doing and knew right away that this was “ that something big” that He had been preparing me for. I am honored to be a part of this ministry to women and I pray that God will speak through my hands as I type and share my heart in everything that I write.&amp;nbsp; I also pray that Rekindle Magazine will leave you feeling inspired and give you a yearning for a deeper intimacy with Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #339966; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;As I embrace this new chapter in my life I have come to realize that God desires for us to fully trust Him.&amp;nbsp; Whatever He has called you to He will&amp;nbsp; “equip you with everything good for doing his will, and may he work in us what is pleasing to him, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory for ever and ever” Hebrews 13:21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #339966; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Are you hungry for more in your life? Has fear held you back from taking those steps of faith? The Bible tells us in 2 TIm1:7 that “God has not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.” &amp;nbsp;What is it that God is calling you to? I would love to hear back from you and hear what God is doing in your life and agree with you in prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #339966; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3S5BNSjgj8/THV-P01xHdI/AAAAAAAAA-4/wQHbNS5zPE4/s400/DSC00319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509448529504968146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3S5BNSjgj8/THV-Pd-NctI/AAAAAAAAA-w/1HiGq8zYFbQ/s1600/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3S5BNSjgj8/THV-Pd-NctI/AAAAAAAAA-w/1HiGq8zYFbQ/s400/DSC00301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509448523366363858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3S5BNSjgj8/THV-Ox81YOI/AAAAAAAAA-o/M_VE1-UwPfQ/s1600/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3S5BNSjgj8/THV8zeZz0dI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/0-6EAvpbxf0/s400/DSC00588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509446942934159826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3S5BNSjgj8/THV8b3LTrYI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/_mv0oUp9OaQ/s1600/DSC00596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3S5BNSjgj8/THV8b3LTrYI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/_mv0oUp9OaQ/s400/DSC00596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509446537267359106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l3S5BNSjgj8/THV8bKf5lCI/AAAAAAAAA-I/AYxqaNl2-Qo/s1600/DSC00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l3S5BNSjgj8/THV8bKf5lCI/AAAAAAAAA-I/AYxqaNl2-Qo/s400/DSC00610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509446525274133538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3S5BNSjgj8/THV8HNfStBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/FPqbAggVxNY/s1600/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l3S5BNSjgj8/THV8HNfStBI/AAAAAAAAA-A/FPqbAggVxNY/s400/DSC00195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509446182479508498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3S5BNSjgj8/THV8Gkz2mYI/AAAAAAAAA94/COcbhKBpkZg/s1600/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3S5BNSjgj8/THV8Gkz2mYI/AAAAAAAAA94/COcbhKBpkZg/s400/DSC00196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509446171559893378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l3S5BNSjgj8/THV8GZKUp6I/AAAAAAAAA9w/w8cXVeTnFSs/s1600/DSC00163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l3S5BNSjgj8/THV8GZKUp6I/AAAAAAAAA9w/w8cXVeTnFSs/s400/DSC00163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509446168432912290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiddos have been enjoying their summer and I think they are sad to see it come to an end. It is weird for us though because most of our long distance friends have already started the new school year. The kids don't go back until Sept 9th.&lt;div&gt;Reynaldo went to extended school year, a day of Basketball Camp, suffered a concussion and has been home since. Dominic went to a summer camp through the recreation department, got bullied and will never go back to this poorly run program. He is now enjoying his second week of basketball camp to close the summer with a bang. Kiarrah went to an awesome Bible based camp and thrived immensely. They poured on love big time and it kept her very busy. Then she enjoyed two different VBS's. Gracie and Noah were my little tag along buddies whom enjoyed many walks and park trips. We Enjoyed a day of blueberry picking, many walks to Hoboken to the waterfont, trips for icecream, and a visit from cousins from Nevada. We also celebrated Noahs first birthday and Gracie's third. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids were really excited about a new sprinkler playground that we have near by. Here are a few pictures of the kids from this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29874493-706644487689399734?l=adoptionsfromheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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With 5 children though it had to be something that I could fit in and God ordained to work. Well, after a few months of praying I was approached and asked to be a Family Editor for a new and upcoming Christian women's magazine. I knew right away that this was it. I am extremely excited to have this opportunity to share my ideas and experiences of being a mommy, wife, sister, friend  and daughter. We will be launching this new online venue in September. Currently we are taking subscriptions WHICH ARE FREE and we have a daily blog. 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We are also always looking for Christian Women who like to write. Buckle you seat belts. I can't wait to see what God is going to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29874493-8715750315548485058?l=adoptionsfromheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My computer time lately has been focused on Facebook and My Fitness Pal. If you get a chance check out my other blog. If you click on my profile you can find the address for it. &lt;br /&gt;The kids sure have grown. Mr. Noah now has two pearly whites peeking out of his bottom gums. Man do they hurt when he bites? yes I know I shouldn't put my finger in his mouth. He is vocal now and obsessed with DADADADADADADA. Funny thing is though that he is a mommas boy. He loves his momma and needs me to snuggle with him at bedtime. Who am I kidding, he needs me all the time. It is hard to get a break from the cute little boy. Daddy sure tries to give me that break but Mr. Noah wants who he wants and there isn't any compromising for him.  He is trying very hard to learn to crawl and has mastered getting stuck under the couch. He has managed to roll all the way across the living room floor. When there is a will there is a way. He is my little cutie pie and I adore him.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Gracie has become quite talkative. She has such a strong willed personality and takes after her daddy with loving to make people laugh. Her giggle is quite infectious. She adores her big sister and loves to play with her. She is a little copy cat. The two share a room and are perfect for each other when it comes to the too of them being sloppy. Gracie has also started being a little tattle tailer. Her favorite thing to tell about is when in the morning she likes to announce " Ommy Ikki is out of bed. Kiarrah does get annoyed with her but loves her dearly. When I go to pick up the kids from school Gracie will only let KiKi hold her hand.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Rey Rey is quite the social butterfly. We always have kids coming to the house to see if Rey can come out and play. He is all about playing and forget anything else. I bought him a new shirt today that defines him to the Tee (haha, get it? Fits him to the tee? I crack myself up) On it is a monster and the shirt says " Monsters don't scare me but chores do" He hates chores and will do what he can to get out of doing them. He is doing better in school. We still need to work on writing and reading but he is getting stronger in Math. I wish his present teachers could move up with him to the next grade. &lt;br /&gt;Kiarrah still loves school! She always has her nose in a book or a puzzle book. She loves word finds. She currently is enjoying a  Nancy Drew book. She also loves to listen to her Cd's. High school musical is the current favorite and you can usually hear her singing in her room or in the shower. The other day Dominic made the comment that Kiarrah sings pretty good and he would like to see her on American Idol sometime but then he was quick to add in his typical brotherly fashion that he doesn't want to hear her sing all day though just because he said that. He loves to pick on her. She is a huge help to me and loves to help with the littler ones. She is such a little momma.&lt;br /&gt;Dominic is quite the character. He is at that "I think I know everything "stage and I just want to slap him on most days. He challenges everything and at the same time loves to get you all riled up. He has been going through a big transition with the Hope program. It has taken some adjusting but he is finally coming around. At first he went through a stage where he didn't want to be smart anymore. It's not cool to be smart according to him. He got a huge wake up call when privileges started getting taken away. He is also another bookworm in the house. It gives me such great joy to see him enjoying a book and not wanting to put it down.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would include a few recent pictures for your enjoyment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29874493-7221765524392119892?l=adoptionsfromheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My grandfather who had beenbattling Lung Cancer passed away. He had been staying in a special home and was under Hospice Care. He woke up that morning fiesty as ever wanting pizza and a beer and his clothes so he could get the hell out of there. He died alittle after 1 pm. My grandmother had just missed him by 5 minutes. 20 minutes later on another side of town, my sister gave birth to my beautiful new niece Jocelyn Marie Hiatt. The Circle of Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to write a Eulogy for the Mass that will be this Saturday and here is what I wrote. January 2,2009&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa has always been an influential figure in my life. He was a man that demanded respect and order and earned it. Underneath that tough demur was a big teddy bear. My grandpa might not have been one to say I love you or give hugs or kisses but he spoke a different love language. He showed his love in the way he provided for his family. He also showed it in his presence in our lives. Family was a top priority to him. He was always present at the major and minor events in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa loved working in his garden. I remember going over to my grandparents house and hanging out in the backyard. His garden was huge and full of delicious vegetables that he grew with love. He took great pride in his green thumb and we reaped the benefits. I think that is why I have a love for vegetables now. He introduced us to many varieties of veggies. I remember sneaking back to the raspberry bushes and sneaking a few and he never seemed to mind. Thank God I am not one of those pesky groundhogs or skunks that he had to permanently evict on many occasions.&lt;br /&gt;I remember many sleepovers at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. I would wake up to the sound of their favorite Polka Station playing in the kitchen. I loved the relationship my grandparents had. I will never forget the sound of my grandpa’s voice as he would call grandma’s name whether it was lovingly or when he was annoyed. Their love was evident from the very beginning. My Grandma told me how they met at a hayride and how Grandpa was always taking her out for hamburgers and milkshakes and fattening her up. They worked so well side by side, especially in the kitchen. They made the best Kielbalsa and pickles. Grandpa also made delicious horseradish and chopped liver among other things.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa was a jokester at times too. He was always quick to ask us to pull his finger or he would try to stomp on our feet. He also taught us how to squirt water out of our fists when he would visit the Tobolski’s pool. He loved to tell us stories of his childhood days and the pranks him and his buddies pulled.&lt;br /&gt;There was also the trips to Kings Island and the trips to Chain o Lakes. Sunday evenings were also spent with them at their house. We would sit outside or go inside and watch Hee Haw or the football game. Grandpa was a huge Notre Dame Fan. That was something that my husband and him had in common. He would sit in his favorite recliner and catch a snooze and Grandpa would bring out the snacks. He had a sweet tooth and they always had some sort of candy around.&lt;br /&gt;One of my most treasured memories of Grandpa is when we brought&lt;br /&gt;Dominic home to meet the family. At the time he was a foster child. I was so nervous because I knew that my family could be a little racist especially my grandpa. He had brought me to tears many times due to his tasteless jokes. The first time he held Dominic was out on my parents porch. I remember telling him about Dominic’s birth history and he sat there and held him with tears coming down his cheeks. In that moment I saw a grandpa’s heart---one that accepted and loved Dominic because I did. That small little baby moved him above and beyond something that had been a huge part of his past in an instant. He loved and adored all of the great grandchildren and they loved him.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa you are missed tremendously and I am honored that you were such an important part of our lives. You will not be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Your Granddaughter,&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:1-8&lt;br /&gt;A Time for Everything&lt;br /&gt;1 For everything there is a season,&lt;br /&gt;a time for every activity under heaven.&lt;br /&gt;2 A time to be born and a time to die.&lt;br /&gt;A time to plant and a time to harvest.&lt;br /&gt;3 A time to kill and a time to heal.&lt;br /&gt;A time to tear down and a time to build up.&lt;br /&gt;4 A time to cry and a time to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;A time to grieve and a time to dance.&lt;br /&gt;5 A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.&lt;br /&gt;A time to embrace and a time to turn away.&lt;br /&gt;6 A time to search and a time to quit searching.&lt;br /&gt;A time to keep and a time to throw away.&lt;br /&gt;7 A time to tear and a time to mend.&lt;br /&gt;A time to be quiet and a time to speak.&lt;br /&gt;8 A time to love and a time to hate.&lt;br /&gt;A time for war and a time for peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29874493-5145462888767001653?l=adoptionsfromheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Home of the biggest procrastinator. Seriously now, I need a kick in the butt. Life is amazingly busy but rewarding. I so need to write. The kids say the darnest things and you know, as much as I think I will remember, the memory ain't like it used to be prior to my children's births. I honestly think you lose some of your memory after childbirth. Whose with me on that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just celebrated two birthdays. My Dominic is now double digits. He is 10 and thinks he is a teenager. The sassiness has begun too. Don't tell him I said this but he actually is hilarous. It is hard to keep a straight face at times when he is being fresh. He is doing ok in school. Not as great as I had hoped. The Hope class is a lot more challenging and he has gotten a little lazy. We have had to get a lot stricter with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reynaldo is doing awesome. I absolutely love his teachers and wish he could have them every year. They make learning so exciting. That little guy just turned 9. I wish I could keep them little forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiarrah is doing great in school too. Just have to keep her busy. Her and Gracie are actually getting very close. I love to see their friendship and sisterhood grow. They now share a bedroom and I crack up listening to them "talk" at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracie is starting to say many more words and is really asserting herself. She is very stubborn. Wonder where she acquired that? hmmm She is very into shoes. Putting shoes on is her first thing to do when she awakes. Doesn't matter that they don't match her footed jammies. She also wears everyone elses shoes. Shoe Fashion Designer in the future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah is my little snuggle bug. He is going to be 4 months. He is finally sleeping through the night more often and not as whiny. He is a needy little boy and we of course spoil him. I am gearing up to start feeding him some creal soon. He is just not full after nursing and his bottles. That should be interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just celebrated my 39th Birthday. I can honestly say I do not feel that age. I feel much younger. I think the kids keep me young. Here are a few pictures for your enjoyment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29874493-3510694517582031403?l=adoptionsfromheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I can't believe how long it has been since I last updated my blog. All of my readers have probably given up on me and left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,First and Foremost Noah Perry Bishop was born on July 20, 2009 at 4:48 pm weighing 8lbs 12 oz and 21". ( can you believe I just had to go look that information up? Remind me later to tell you all about my memory or should I say lack of?????) He is a cutie and was born via emergency C section. I was 37 weeks and 6 days. Poor thing was running out of room and my sugar was insane. I was having sporadic contractions and just down right miserable. I am so not a happy pregnant Momma. I honestly don't understand how people can say they love being pregnant. Whats to love? I mean the end result is amazing but the road there isn't. At least not for me. Although I had my tubes tied and will not have any more kids I will admit I am saddened. Holding a brand new baby is the most amazing feeling in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie was quite excited when Noah was brought home. She was convinced that he was her birthday present. Noah and I were discharged on Gracie's 2nd Birthday. She insisted on constantly touching him and "helping" Then a little jealousy set in. She has to be watched like a hawk with him. Kiarrah, Dominic and Reynaldo were so excited when he came home and are extremely helpful with him. Gracie has become the official Diaper thrower outer. Reynaldo is the soother. He loves to cuddle with him and calm him when he is crying. Dominic is the official Greeter. He is the first one in the room in the morning to tell Noah good morning and loves to talk to him. Noah always follows his voice. Kiarrah just loves to do everything. She loves being a big sister. Gracie and her have gotten a lot closer now that the two of them share a room. She really helps me a lot with her. 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