As I was thinking about those matriarchs in the grocery store line. I was reminded of an experience I had in WalMart a few months ago. Now, first of all, let me say I am not a WalMart fan! They never have enough big carts to hold my brood, checkout lines are obnoxiously long, and returning anything there is like going through a criminal investigation. Having said that, I find myself there more often than I like because they carry some things (mainly craft items) that other superstores do not.
Anyway, I was standing in line at WalMart one day thinking my kids were being pretty good. No one had run off, there had been no blood, I had done relativly little screaming, and they were accepting my no answers to each candy bar they asked for. (They had to try asking for each variety on the off chance that the chocoholic in me might be tempted enough by the chocolate of one particular brand to say yes.) And then, the lady behind me catches my attention and says, "It looks like you could use the Supernanny" Yes, she had the nerve to say that!! Have you seen how the kids act on that show?! I think my chin actually hit the floor. Don't get me wrong, there have innumerable times that I freely admit I was in desperate need of the Supernanny, and I foresee many more in my future. This was not one of those times. I proceeded to tell her in the calmest voice I could muster that they were actually being pretty good for the amount of shopping we had done.
In all fairness, looking back, I think she was using the statement as a conversation opener so she could brag about her grandkids. I'm just not sure why she would choose something most mothers would consider an insult as a way to open friendly conversation!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
The middle lane of the parenting highway
We seem to be in the middle lane of the parenting super highway.
There are those parents in the Right Lane who are just beginning, merging into the chaos and confusion. There are so many worries, so many questions: which diapers, bottles, pediatricians, what should we do now? There are the blissful moments, pulled over on the side of the road while baby naps or is adorably cooing and wrapping those small pudgy fingers around your finger. The rapture at baby's firsts: smile, laugh, steps, words... I can still remember the right lane in a fuzzy, rose colored way. I even get to visit over in the right lane every once in a while, usually when I'm up in the middle of the night for some one on one time with a child. Though the right lane seems peaceful to me now, I wouldn't want to go back. Yes, we really are done! I am content with fond memories to help me remember that I love these crazy kids.
The Middle Lane seems to consist of parents who have multiple growing children. Parents who speed from one place to the next frantically trying to get from point A to point B, C & D in their day. We kiss boo boos and soothe feelings, nag them to make their beds, and try to remember to laugh as the laundry piles ever higher. The worries and questions get bigger: schools, extra-curricular activities, friends, etc. We are no longer questioning the things we did in the beginning. With subsequent children we don't buy brand name, measure formula exactly, wake with every sniffle, or make all baby food from scratch. Not to mention that those multiple children start to get more expensive! (Dear Santa, we would like A Wii, snowboards and lessons, electronic devices etc.) Time is not your own. You have basically given up individuality, hobbies, and selfish desires for the privilege of being somebody's mom or dad! You realize that the little moments of love and joy that happen amid the chaos make it all worth it.
The Left Lane, consisting of parents with teenagers and children leaving home, appears to speed by at an alarming rate. Though I haven't reached this lane yet, I watch my neighbors, siblings, and people in public places. It seems your IQ drops a few points as well as your popularity. And although you have 6 blissful hours (or so it seems to me) during the day to accomplish all those things left unfinished for the last 10 or 15 years when there was still a little person shadowing you, the after school hours seem to be even more jam packed. Increased independence in the form of children getting themselves from point A to point B and hopefully doing their own laundry has it's appeal. However, the worries multiply like rabbits and are big ones: college education, preparing for missions, friends and society with more influence than their old, out of date parents. Boyfriends, girlfriends, and marriages are coming at you head on! The prospect of changing to the left lane makes me shudder with trepidation, nay terror!
As parents speed along in their own lane, they often look at the other parents in neighboring lanes. Those in the Right Lane invariably say, "I will never let my kids do that!" or My kids will never act like that!" We in the Middle Lane, often look at the sweet new parents in the Right Lane with indulgent smiles and chuckle with nostalgic reminiscing about their protective concerns. All the while, those parents in the Left Lane are laughing heartily and somewhat maniacally at our concerns about beds being made, force fed balanced meals, and actually stopping the car to breastfeed.
As for those parents who have pulled off the superhighway of parenting for good, except for tending the grandkids once in a while, I find myself wondering what they think. I tend to think of these matriarchs in two categories, (usually at the grocery store checkout). There are those who seem to sympathize and want to help and cheer those of us still speeding along. Thank you!
Then there are those who seem to have lost all memory of what being a parent on a daily basis was all about. The disapproval in their stance and glare is almost palpable as they watch me go through the agony of keeping my kids from the candy displays. Grocery stores cleverly set these up at the checkout as the last and final torture in the never ending game of "pleeeease can I have?" "Preeety pleeease..." "pleeeease pleeeease pleeease..." Sorry, I got a little side tracked. I digress. I tend to ignore these disapproving folks and pass them off in my mind as never having had children or suffering from post traumatic amnesia brought on by having their own.
If you see us passing or being passed on the superhighway of parenting, honk and wave. You just might make our day!
There are those parents in the Right Lane who are just beginning, merging into the chaos and confusion. There are so many worries, so many questions: which diapers, bottles, pediatricians, what should we do now? There are the blissful moments, pulled over on the side of the road while baby naps or is adorably cooing and wrapping those small pudgy fingers around your finger. The rapture at baby's firsts: smile, laugh, steps, words... I can still remember the right lane in a fuzzy, rose colored way. I even get to visit over in the right lane every once in a while, usually when I'm up in the middle of the night for some one on one time with a child. Though the right lane seems peaceful to me now, I wouldn't want to go back. Yes, we really are done! I am content with fond memories to help me remember that I love these crazy kids.
The Middle Lane seems to consist of parents who have multiple growing children. Parents who speed from one place to the next frantically trying to get from point A to point B, C & D in their day. We kiss boo boos and soothe feelings, nag them to make their beds, and try to remember to laugh as the laundry piles ever higher. The worries and questions get bigger: schools, extra-curricular activities, friends, etc. We are no longer questioning the things we did in the beginning. With subsequent children we don't buy brand name, measure formula exactly, wake with every sniffle, or make all baby food from scratch. Not to mention that those multiple children start to get more expensive! (Dear Santa, we would like A Wii, snowboards and lessons, electronic devices etc.) Time is not your own. You have basically given up individuality, hobbies, and selfish desires for the privilege of being somebody's mom or dad! You realize that the little moments of love and joy that happen amid the chaos make it all worth it.
The Left Lane, consisting of parents with teenagers and children leaving home, appears to speed by at an alarming rate. Though I haven't reached this lane yet, I watch my neighbors, siblings, and people in public places. It seems your IQ drops a few points as well as your popularity. And although you have 6 blissful hours (or so it seems to me) during the day to accomplish all those things left unfinished for the last 10 or 15 years when there was still a little person shadowing you, the after school hours seem to be even more jam packed. Increased independence in the form of children getting themselves from point A to point B and hopefully doing their own laundry has it's appeal. However, the worries multiply like rabbits and are big ones: college education, preparing for missions, friends and society with more influence than their old, out of date parents. Boyfriends, girlfriends, and marriages are coming at you head on! The prospect of changing to the left lane makes me shudder with trepidation, nay terror!
As parents speed along in their own lane, they often look at the other parents in neighboring lanes. Those in the Right Lane invariably say, "I will never let my kids do that!" or My kids will never act like that!" We in the Middle Lane, often look at the sweet new parents in the Right Lane with indulgent smiles and chuckle with nostalgic reminiscing about their protective concerns. All the while, those parents in the Left Lane are laughing heartily and somewhat maniacally at our concerns about beds being made, force fed balanced meals, and actually stopping the car to breastfeed.
As for those parents who have pulled off the superhighway of parenting for good, except for tending the grandkids once in a while, I find myself wondering what they think. I tend to think of these matriarchs in two categories, (usually at the grocery store checkout). There are those who seem to sympathize and want to help and cheer those of us still speeding along. Thank you!
Then there are those who seem to have lost all memory of what being a parent on a daily basis was all about. The disapproval in their stance and glare is almost palpable as they watch me go through the agony of keeping my kids from the candy displays. Grocery stores cleverly set these up at the checkout as the last and final torture in the never ending game of "pleeeease can I have?" "Preeety pleeease..." "pleeeease pleeeease pleeease..." Sorry, I got a little side tracked. I digress. I tend to ignore these disapproving folks and pass them off in my mind as never having had children or suffering from post traumatic amnesia brought on by having their own.
If you see us passing or being passed on the superhighway of parenting, honk and wave. You just might make our day!
Thursday, January 08, 2009
What about YOUR house?
Okay everyone, we are looking at building a new house this year, and I need some help! I have been looking at floor plans until my eyes are crossed, my head is pounding and I am leaking square footage out my ears. Unfortunatly, none of the plans have exactly what we want, how we want it. Yes, I am being picky because I want this to be the house we retire in (hopefully).
I would like anyone's input who would care to put in. The poll questions are:
1. What do you love about your house?
2. What would you change?
3. What other features would you like to have?
Thank you for any input you may wish to give!
I would like anyone's input who would care to put in. The poll questions are:
1. What do you love about your house?
2. What would you change?
3. What other features would you like to have?
Thank you for any input you may wish to give!
Friday, January 02, 2009
Christian is missing some body parts!
Christian began the new year missing some things! Namely his tonsils and adenoids. He is doing really well. He is just a bit lethargic and reluctant to talk which,as you know, is unusual for Christian. I wished they had Lortab for kids when I had my tonsils out! He says the worst part of having his tonsils out was when he woke up from the anesthesia and had the shakes and crying. Now he has just been laying around eating popsicles, Slurpees, and sherbet. What a life!
Monday, December 29, 2008
Jordan is obsessed with speed!
It all began with cheetahs... Dogs used to be Jordan's favorite animal. Then he discovered that cheetahs are the fastest land animal and his allegiance changed. The only drawback is the fact that you can't have a cheetah for a pet! Of course with parents who are allergic to dogs, he can't have one of those either.
Recently, when asked what he wanted to be when he grows up, he said a jet pilot would be first choice, a race car driver is second choice, and someone who runs races would be third. In other words, anything that will let him get up some speed!
From 2006: A cheetah cake and a costume Mom had to make because they don't sell cheetah costumes for halloween.
Recently, when asked what he wanted to be when he grows up, he said a jet pilot would be first choice, a race car driver is second choice, and someone who runs races would be third. In other words, anything that will let him get up some speed!
From 2006: A cheetah cake and a costume Mom had to make because they don't sell cheetah costumes for halloween.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Last Sunday was a Jenna day...
Mommy: "Jenna, lets go have a bath" and then the phone rang!
Yes, you guessed it! That is one of Christian's hat looms. Don't know how she got it on but we couldn't get it off without a generous amount of conditioner and pulling off her superglue scab (dang it!)!
Needless to say, she's stuck with a scar and we were late for church!
Friday, December 26, 2008
A gift to give the child of a parent you don't like
Another type of toy for kids to love and parents to hate. Add it to all the noisy lazer guns, pottying dolls, low budget movies, and zombifying video games (all of which we have)!
I now have three, count them, three containers of water on my kitchen counter with something slimy in them. When they reach their final enlarged size, are they fun to play with? No, they're just slimy. And they have to stay in water for how long to achieve their full growth potential!?!?!! A whole week!?!? I guess we'll have to eat out!:)
I now have three, count them, three containers of water on my kitchen counter with something slimy in them. When they reach their final enlarged size, are they fun to play with? No, they're just slimy. And they have to stay in water for how long to achieve their full growth potential!?!?!! A whole week!?!? I guess we'll have to eat out!:)
P.S. Lest anyone feel I am pointing a finger, I must explain. We have given these as gifts! I let my own children buy two of them to give to their siblings. Who can resist a cheap toy that instills such excitement and anticipation? It doesn't mean I have to like them!
Thursday, December 25, 2008
My Mother Letter
As I posted in a previous blog (Mother Letters) I wrote a letter to contribute to a Christmas gift one husband gave to his wife. He asked anyone willing to write a letter to his wife with words of encouragement, experiences, etc. I decided to copy the letter I wrote here so that I would have it recorded for myself and my family. If you would like to know more about the project, click here. There are some amazing thoughts from mothers around the world. BTW, he received more than 500 letters!
Dear Mother,
As I contemplated this challenge of summing up motherhood into a letter, I realized what a monumental task it is. Defining motherhood and ourselves by extension is an impossible task. As I began my blog, in the “about us” section, I felt forced to define our family and by extension myself. At different points in my life I have defined myself as a student, teacher, friend, girlfriend, missionary, waitress, wife, mother, housekeeper, chauffeur, cook, room mother, director of plays, writer, translator, church worker, and the list goes on and on. I wish I could come up with a definitive label for myself (in my mind) that encompasses all that I am now and have been. Sometimes “stay at home mom” doesn’t begin to describe me. I love being a mother. I also realize that sometimes I need to feel like a woman, sometimes a wife, and often a validated individual. Maybe I am looking for a definition that isn’t just what I do but all that I am. I guess I am just ME! and some days that is more than enough!
I have done many things in my life, from living without indoor plumbing or electricity in a third world country for 8 months and learning to truly love the people, to teaching 4th and 6th graders. I have to say, striving to be the mother I want for my children is by far the most difficult thing I have ever done. It stretches my creativity, patience, and coping skills beyond limits I ever imagined and I don’t even have teenagers yet!
As for advice, the thing I am striving for most in my journey of motherhood is to keep the big picture in mind and tailor my goals and reactions to each challenge accordingly. I try to ask myself if this will really matter to who my child will become in the future. Is this a skill he/she will really need or just something I want.
I lose my temper frequently and many times realize after the fact that “I made a mountain out of that mole hill” but then I try to forgive myself and move forward. Most of the time the forgiveness part is the most difficult. Forgiving ourselves brings me to the other bit of advice that I try to remind myself of...we needn’t be too hard on ourselves. Even mothers are imperfect and on our own journeys to better ourselves each day. I believe that God made children with short memories and forgiving hearts for that reason. Oh, and stop comparing yourself to the wonder mom down the street. She doesn’t show you her dirty bathrooms and the tears she cries on hard days. It is a good thing God doesn’t judge us by our perceptions of the neighbor moms! As I strive each day to do my best, I pray often to my loving Heavenly Father and ask that he make up the difference between my best efforts and everything my children need. I have faith He will, because I know He loves them too. A personal relationship with Him goes a long way to feeling His loving presence in your life.
I recently heard a wonderful talk given by a local church leader that helps me to keep my perspective. He said that instead of making lists of “things to do” make it a list of “people to love”. Nearly everything we do affects someone. It would be a much better world, a happier family, a happier heart, if the things we do every day were done with love for the people they affect. I read a post about a lady who folds laundry this way. As she folds each article of clothing she thinks of something she loves about the person it belongs to.
We are trying to teach our children that our love is best demonstrated by our actions, not just saying “I love you”. How much more love could exist in our homes if all the “to dos” were done with love for members of the family in mind?
Finally, take a break once in a while. Everyone needs to find the individual inside the mom once in a while. I find that I am more patient and loving when given the chance to miss my children once in a while.
Keep your chin up. Keep trying and know that there are many other mothers out there cheering for you as well as a loving Heavenly Father who wants you to succeed in creating your own happy ending with your family.
With love, from a small part of your own cheering section,
Brooke
Mother of four ages 8, 6, 4, 14 months
Though this letter is full of things that rarely resemble my real day to day life, it has helped me to write them down and read them often to keep my perspective. I would highly recommend writing your own "mother letter" whether it is about yourself, about the mother you hope to be one day, or about your own mother, wife, sister daughter etc.
Dear Mother,
As I contemplated this challenge of summing up motherhood into a letter, I realized what a monumental task it is. Defining motherhood and ourselves by extension is an impossible task. As I began my blog, in the “about us” section, I felt forced to define our family and by extension myself. At different points in my life I have defined myself as a student, teacher, friend, girlfriend, missionary, waitress, wife, mother, housekeeper, chauffeur, cook, room mother, director of plays, writer, translator, church worker, and the list goes on and on. I wish I could come up with a definitive label for myself (in my mind) that encompasses all that I am now and have been. Sometimes “stay at home mom” doesn’t begin to describe me. I love being a mother. I also realize that sometimes I need to feel like a woman, sometimes a wife, and often a validated individual. Maybe I am looking for a definition that isn’t just what I do but all that I am. I guess I am just ME! and some days that is more than enough!
I have done many things in my life, from living without indoor plumbing or electricity in a third world country for 8 months and learning to truly love the people, to teaching 4th and 6th graders. I have to say, striving to be the mother I want for my children is by far the most difficult thing I have ever done. It stretches my creativity, patience, and coping skills beyond limits I ever imagined and I don’t even have teenagers yet!
As for advice, the thing I am striving for most in my journey of motherhood is to keep the big picture in mind and tailor my goals and reactions to each challenge accordingly. I try to ask myself if this will really matter to who my child will become in the future. Is this a skill he/she will really need or just something I want.
I lose my temper frequently and many times realize after the fact that “I made a mountain out of that mole hill” but then I try to forgive myself and move forward. Most of the time the forgiveness part is the most difficult. Forgiving ourselves brings me to the other bit of advice that I try to remind myself of...we needn’t be too hard on ourselves. Even mothers are imperfect and on our own journeys to better ourselves each day. I believe that God made children with short memories and forgiving hearts for that reason. Oh, and stop comparing yourself to the wonder mom down the street. She doesn’t show you her dirty bathrooms and the tears she cries on hard days. It is a good thing God doesn’t judge us by our perceptions of the neighbor moms! As I strive each day to do my best, I pray often to my loving Heavenly Father and ask that he make up the difference between my best efforts and everything my children need. I have faith He will, because I know He loves them too. A personal relationship with Him goes a long way to feeling His loving presence in your life.
I recently heard a wonderful talk given by a local church leader that helps me to keep my perspective. He said that instead of making lists of “things to do” make it a list of “people to love”. Nearly everything we do affects someone. It would be a much better world, a happier family, a happier heart, if the things we do every day were done with love for the people they affect. I read a post about a lady who folds laundry this way. As she folds each article of clothing she thinks of something she loves about the person it belongs to.
We are trying to teach our children that our love is best demonstrated by our actions, not just saying “I love you”. How much more love could exist in our homes if all the “to dos” were done with love for members of the family in mind?
Finally, take a break once in a while. Everyone needs to find the individual inside the mom once in a while. I find that I am more patient and loving when given the chance to miss my children once in a while.
Keep your chin up. Keep trying and know that there are many other mothers out there cheering for you as well as a loving Heavenly Father who wants you to succeed in creating your own happy ending with your family.
With love, from a small part of your own cheering section,
Brooke
Mother of four ages 8, 6, 4, 14 months
Though this letter is full of things that rarely resemble my real day to day life, it has helped me to write them down and read them often to keep my perspective. I would highly recommend writing your own "mother letter" whether it is about yourself, about the mother you hope to be one day, or about your own mother, wife, sister daughter etc.
Christmas memo to myself
I had a little holiday stress this year! Okay, a lot. I started out last night with a blog post in mind. In this blog, I would write down all the things that I wouldn't do next year to make December less stressful for me. I wanted to cut out many things so I can listen to more music, watch more holiday specials, bake cookies with the kids, see all the lights, etc. etc. etc. Things that would help me have a more relaxing, fun month. Then I began thinking over the past few days about the things I have chosen to spend my time on.
I worked to have a service filled brunch for the ladies in my family to start the season. We worked to add to the fleece blankets our family has been making all year for the homeless.
I then began various homemade gifts for the children: some fairy skirts for Emma, a PVC building set and a car mat of our neigborhood and town for Jordan.
We then progressed to a couple of sets of 12 days of Christmas for neighbors in need of a little cheer and encouragement.
We worked to put together a meaningful Christmas party for our extended family, complete with a nativity for the children.
And finally, we put together luminaries for the families on our street, as has been our tradition for the past 5 years.
As I evaluated the things that help me keep the true spirit of Christmas and teach my children to serve and have the love of Christ in our home, I have changed the ideas I would like to leave in order to improve my Christmas season next year. Rather than eliminate these types of service in order to allow more leisure time, next year I want to do the following to feel more joy in the service we are rendering.
- Make a plan and stick to it. Often I begin early, shopping, crafting, planning with a peaceful week leading up to Christmas in mind. This is all well and good until the whole starting early thing gives me a false sense of security and I add more projects. I don't need to serve less, just prayerfully plan the ways in which I serve, considering what will bring the spirit and provide those warm fuzzies I love to get this time of year. Then stick to the PLAN.
- Make Christmas Day plans one of those things on the planning early list. I work so hard to prepare everything leading up to Christmas that we often find ourselves without meaningful plans for the day or even any food in the house. I know the hang out in your jammies to open presents etc. is crucial, but must the kids wear the same pjs to bed that they woke up in because we never had a reason to get dressed? How depressing! On the subject of food, one word... crockpot! Who wants to spend time in the kitchen when the house is full of toys to play with! However, we have learned from experience that a family cannot survive on candy alone, not that we wont test the theory over and over and over... So plan the food!
- I want to make sure Christmas Eve activities really emphasize the true meaning and story of Christmas. Again, planning!
- And maybe I will choose one secret service next year rather than two. And I think I will make it a one time thing rather than something we have to get out and deliver every evening like the 12 days of Christmas.
- Finally, I need to remember to pray to have the spirit of Christ as I work on my projects rather than the feelings of stress.
Now the trick is to believe myself! I asked Paul to remind me of some of these things and he said okay with a chuckle which is to be translated "I'll remind you, but it wont make a difference in what you do."
Monday, December 15, 2008
Fellow rednecks, go green!
You know you're a "green" redneck when you create snowpants for your toddler from recyclable plastic bags!
supplies:
supplies: - 1 large plastic shopping bag
- duct tape (I used clear packing tape but on reflection, duct tape would be more in keeping with the redneck persona.)
- 2 quart sized bags
Cut up the middle of the bag from the bottom and use duct tape to create an inside seam for the legs. Cut holes for their feet. If your kid doesn't have boots, then use the duct tape to stick the small bags on the bottom, sticking the "legs" inside.
To keep them warm, put them in long underwear with or without bum flap (non-redneck translation - thermals) . Aint she a cute little stinker?
then sweats, (shoes if you aint got boots) and finally, your most beautifulest, home-crafted snow pants using the handles over the shoulders as straps. 
Top with a coat and mittens and they're ready to play.
then sweats, (shoes if you aint got boots) and finally, your most beautifulest, home-crafted snow pants using the handles over the shoulders as straps. Top with a coat and mittens and they're ready to play.Jenna really wanted to play outside with the other kids and we are trying to hold out until Christmas hoping Santa will bring new snow clothes, so.... I got creative. Unfortunately, I didn't realize that the ziploc bags would be so slippery. She ended up face down in the snow and that was the end of her snow day!
To stitch or not to stitch
That was our dilemma! Jenna fell and hit her head on a corner and had a hole in her forehead!
This is not surprising to any of you who are aware of her addiction to climbing. She loves to walk around on top of the kitchen table and last week learned how to climb the ladder to Christian's bunk.
Anyway, we debated whether to take her for stitches, requiring anesthetic, or to superglue. We superglued Christian's lip when he was about 2 years old and it came out great. I can hardly see the scar even when I really look for it. We consulted our wonderful friend and neighbor who is a doctor and he suggested supergluing would work fine. So for now, she has superglue on her head. That sounds like a mother's nightmare under other circumstances doesn't it?
This is not surprising to any of you who are aware of her addiction to climbing. She loves to walk around on top of the kitchen table and last week learned how to climb the ladder to Christian's bunk.
Anyway, we debated whether to take her for stitches, requiring anesthetic, or to superglue. We superglued Christian's lip when he was about 2 years old and it came out great. I can hardly see the scar even when I really look for it. We consulted our wonderful friend and neighbor who is a doctor and he suggested supergluing would work fine. So for now, she has superglue on her head. That sounds like a mother's nightmare under other circumstances doesn't it?
The Christmas Story (according to Emma)
Emma's sunbeam teacher told me that Emma was telling the Christmas story to her class. She confidently explained that Joseph took Mary on a trip, built a fire for her and they roasted marshmallows. Baby Jesus had a marshmallow too!
For family night tonight, we are going to use our puppets to tell the Christmas story together. Can't wait to hear her part! :)
*Later in the season Emma was telling me the story again. Marshmallows were a big part of the story as before. Baby Jesus liked them so much he ate the whole bag. It also included the star which was raised and lowered by Mary and Joseph when they saw the shepherds and wisemen coming.
For family night tonight, we are going to use our puppets to tell the Christmas story together. Can't wait to hear her part! :)
*Later in the season Emma was telling me the story again. Marshmallows were a big part of the story as before. Baby Jesus liked them so much he ate the whole bag. It also included the star which was raised and lowered by Mary and Joseph when they saw the shepherds and wisemen coming.
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