Friday, June 4, 2010

Welcome to Summer!

It’s that time of year! The last day of school. Can you hear the kids (and teachers) shout with joy?!

Katie just got off the bus two hours ago. She is officially a second grader. When I woke her for school this morning, I told her to stay a first grader forever and stop growing. Miss Sassy Pants retorted, “NO!” I told her if she doesn’t go to school for the last day of first grade, she’ll stay a first grader forever, so maybe I’d keep her home today. She didn’t like that idea one bit! She said she really really wants to be a second grader. When I asked why, she said because then she can be a third grader and fourth grader and fifth grader. I choked on the thought and told her to STOP SAYING THAT! She laughed. Oh, well. I guess I have to let her grow up sometime, right?

Like last year, we had a little Welcome to Summer celebration when the kids got off the bus. I let them run through the finish line banner as their entry to summer.IMGP7883a IMGP7884a IMGP7885a

Then we gathered to eat a cookie cake on my front lawn. The kids talked about their last day at school and begged the adults to take them to the swimming pool.IMGP7887

Katie had a MOUND of paperwork in her backpack for me to sort during Jackson’s nap. I’m drowning in school papers now! But I had a little gift of my own in her backpack. Katie’s teacher had all the kids write me thank you notes for helping them in class all year and for making them a video that we watched at yesterday’s class party. I was so moved by those sweet little letters!

My other favorite thing in her backpack was the packet with a sample of her writing from the third day of school compared to her current writing. I love seeing such a huge gap between the two to prove what I already know in my heart: my daughter has taken another step on the journey to independence. Do high schoolers come home with significant growth evidence such as this? Does the learning ever plateau to where it isn’t quite so obvious? I will cherish this blatant proof of growth for as long as I can!

Our Tree House Flag

Yes, we’re still enamored with our new tree house. We keep adding more and more fun things to it, like solar lights. Katie also made a sign to hang on the clubhouse.

Since the very first day that the kids and neighbors were allowed to play in the tree house, the kids talked about a secret password to get into it. I nixed that idea, not wanting them to start taking sides and fighting over who could use it. Their password was going to be “Girls rule” or “Boys rule,” so I suggested they create a motto instead. They didn’t know what a motto is, so I explained it to them. They quickly settled on the motto “Kids rule” and they throw it about when they are playing in the tree house.

Dan had the brilliant idea to put a flag on the tree house, and I remembered a blank banner I had in the basement that we could use. Yesterday, I got out my StazOn permanent ink pads and some Sharpies, and added the motto to the flag. Then the kids put their names and handprints on the flag.IMGP7870

I’m hoping that every time new friends come to our house to play, we can add their names to the flag too!IMGP7872

Stick Man

A year and a half ago, we were stuck inside on a snow day. Katie and I got creative and turned one of her then-favorite books into a craft. We made our own Seymours, like the one in the book Can You See What I See?


One of the kids’ current favorite library books is Stick Man by Julia Donaldson. It tells the story of a man who is a stick and gets separated from his family by dogs (who chase sticks) and kids (who use sticks for snowmen arms) and dads (who use sticks for sand castle flag masts). It’s really a cute book.IMGP7770
While playing outside, the kids and I searched for some sticks that look like Stick Man. Jackson’s was tall and gangly. (And, yes, once Jackson gets his bicycle helmet on, it stays on for the remainder of the time we’re outside. Like a hat. He doesn’t like to take it off.)IMGP7774
Katie found a great stick that we turned into a Stick Lady Love (the Stick Man’s wife) by putting a leaf skirt on her.IMGP7772
It’s fun to make a book come to life!

Fun with Trash

When we went to City Museum in April, there was an area that Katie really liked. It had a rope swing in the middle of a kind of circus-ring-type area. There were dozens of empty containers you could stack and crash through while hanging onto the swing.IMGP5512

I got a stack of empty ice cream buckets this week at Leftovers, and the kids have recreated the City Museum fun… with the added bonus of bicycles!IMGP7756-

Katie stacked the tubs for Jackson, then directed him how to crash through them. Trust me, he only needed to be told once!IMGP7761-

Soon, there were variations in architecture too.IMGP7768

Two days later, the kids moved to the back yard and decided to crash tubs with the swing.IMGP7868

Then there was the brilliant idea of sliding into them. Woo hoo!IMGP7869

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Log Blocks

Jackson and I went to the zoo last week with my mom’s group. We had a 45 minute session in the Zoomagination room, where there were all kinds of nature toys and role-playing stations set up for the kids. I saw these cool blocks made out of tree parts, and couldn’t wait to get home and search the Internet for some we could buy. (Sorry the photo quality isn’t so great – it’s from my phone.)Photo050

I found log blocks like these for sale by different vendors online, but I scoffed at the $50 (or more) price tag. I think it’s silly to pay so much for something I could have for FREE… well, it would be free if I just chopped down a tree in my yard and all.Log Blocks

So… what to do. Hmmm. I thought about going to our city’s mulch recycling center and finding tree parts to drag home and cut up. And then! What luck! Dan decided to trim tree branches yesterday and called me out to confirm that he didn’t trim too little or too much. I saw some nice-sized limbs that I could use. And then! Like a symphony of heavenly music, I heard the screech of a circular saw! My neighbor’s grandson was cutting boards to repair her basement, and I realized I hit the jackpot. I walked over and asked him to cut my limbs (tree limbs, ahem) into segments. He obliged and I came home with a tub o’ logs for me the kids to use in our tree house!IMGP7586

Katie wasted no time in getting her little paws on the log blocks. She puttered in the tree house, then asked me to take photos of what she built. She told me this is a church (see the logs laid on their sides like pews?) and then the jut-out to the right is the kids’ room at the back of the church.IMGP7593

Then she worked on a forest of stacked logs.IMGP7596

I love these blocks, and I love even more that they came from our own yard waste. Now I just need a few thicker logs to build platforms and bigger structures. Anyone have a tree they want to donate? Ha!

Childrearing

I don’t think I knew what I was getting in to seven years ago. I was hugely pregnant and the only pressing issue for me was getting that darn baby out of me so my fingers and ankles didn’t feel like they were overstuffed into shrunken hosiery. Had I known then what I know now, I might have begged for a little more time in the undersized panty hose.

I think I went into motherhood with the attitude that everything will be rosy and fine, just like a Hallmark commercial. I knew the baby would cry a little and poop a little, but I was so confident and assured that I could handle anything that came my way. I honestly never sat down to consider the expectations and ramifications that came with childrearing.

I would be expected to wipe dirty bottoms. And runny noses. And kitchen counters. High chair trays. Spills off the floor. Puke from the crib. Jelly off fingers and Spaghetti-Os off eyebrows.

I would also be expected to clothe these children with clean clothes. And clothes that fit, too. AND clothes that reflect the weather appropriately! Not to mention, someone’s gotta wash them and put them away, right? Oh, and shop for them too. (Thank you, Beth & Sheryl!)

How about the expectations for hygiene and health? Bathing them and trimming their nails and combing their hair. Applying sunscreen, then reapplying. (Again and again.)  Taking them to the pediatrician for fevers and shots. And the dentist. The eye doctor!

I’m expected to civilize these foreigners and show them proper behavior. And mathematics and grammar and nice things like writing thank you notes. How to use a phone, and use their hands without hitting. At some point down the road, I’m also expected to tell them about the birds and the bees. How to change a flat tire. How to withstand bullies and broken hearts. How to get into college (and I’ll be expected to pay for some part of it, too!). How to get a job and pay bills. And long LONG down the road, I’ll probably be expected to babysit for them. Or at the very least, I’ll expect them to let me!

Not only all of this, but the number one expectation on the list is that I teach these children how to accomplish these basic tasks of living for themselves. AND with joy and a sense of responsibility!

For some reason today, it rubbed me the wrong way that I have all of these duties as a mother, but the one that I resent most (at least today) is that I have to FEED my kids. Ugh! It’s silly that out of all these responsibilities, the one I most buck against is the one that is the most basic. Everyone needs to eat, right? So I should just feed ‘em and get on with it. If only it were that easy.

Oh, how I long for the day when I don’t have to feed anyone but myself!

“The debt of gratitude we owe our mother and father goes forward, not backward. What we owe our parents is the bill presented to us by our children.” ~ Nancy Friday

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Bedtime Stories in the Tree House

IMGP7474 I put Jackson to bed, then snuck into Katie’s room and got her out of bed. I asked her to pick out some books and grab her doll.

We went downstairs and grabbed blankets and pillows, and climbed the ladder to our tree house. Katie gasped with excitement to be outside at bedtime, cuddling and reading books.

It was only fitting that our first book was The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein. Our second book was a collection of poems by Joan Walsh Anglund, Morning is a Little Child. Then we moved on to My Father is Taller than a Tree by Joseph Bruchac. (Notice the tree theme?) We read a few more books, then decided to just lay together and talk.

As we were cuddling, Katie said, “I wish we had our camera.” (When did she become so much like me?) I went inside to get the camera and tried to mess with the settings to get a decent shot. That didn’t happen, so you get this fuzzy shot instead.

The sun had set, so it was time to head in for bed. I hope this was just the first of many memories we make in the tree house.

Friday, May 28, 2010

From a Daisy to a Brownie

Katie traded in her Daisy Girl Scout tunic for a Brownie vest. Her troop had their bridging ceremony last week and they are now Brownies. Katie was squealing with excitement to be a Brownie. I showed her my old sash and Brownie items from 1981, plus this photo of my troop. (I am the first girl on the left in the back row.) I like to think Katie loves the idea of being a Brownie because her mom was one too.1981-10 Brownie Troop 1847

Here’s Katie at her bridging ceremony, as the troops all circled up to end the night. She’s wearing her newly-minted Brownie vest. (Her awesome troop leader sewed ALL of the starting patches on EVERY girl’s vest – by hand! – as a bridging gift.)IMGP7216a

Now that the Daisy days are over, what to do with her old tunic? Katie earned too many patches for me to just fold the tunic up and put it in a box somewhere. I decided to make it into a pillow. I ventured to the fabric store and the nice Bernina sewing machine lady introduced me to one of the BEST inventions ever: invisible thread! I came home and machine-sewed all of Katie’s patches to her tunic. Most of the patches had been ironed on previously, but that iron-on adhesive does NOT work well. The rest of the patches had just been stapled to her tunic because I didn’t have time to iron before the bridging ceremony. (Stapling is a GREAT way to go, by the way!) So I did it right this time and used the invisible thread to secure the patches for good. After that, I sewed the edges of the tunic together then stuffed it with cotton and finished the pillow. Katie squealed when she saw her new pillow. (I’m learning that little girls do a lot of squealing!)IMGP7297

I love that she has all those great Daisy memories in plain view, not stuffed into a box. Maybe one day, she’ll get to show her own daughter the pillow Mommy made and tell her daughter about all her fun Girl Scout days.

Fruit Picking

Jackson and I went to a local farm with my mom’s group. We picked strawberries and raspberries. I was surprised by how much Jackson liked the raspberries, and how fun it was. I think we’ll go back soon.IMGP7304

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Friday, May 21, 2010

Finished Projects

Whew! This week has been so good for my To Do List. I was able to mark a few things off the list, such as our tree house! Like any project at our house, it still has a few more tweaks waiting for it, but it is open for business after the ladder and slide were installed. Yay! I can’t wait to hang out in it with my family. Dan and I have already been dreaming up campouts in it, reading sessions, and ways to personalize it.IMGP7133

Here’s another item checked off the list. I have been searching for a boys’ bicycle basket, but apparently only girls use them because the ones I found were pink. Jackson and I took a little trip to the Dollar Tree today and found a wire basket that I zip-tied to his handlebars. It’s perfect for toting around baseballs and all the little things he collects from the yard. Most importantly, he loves it!IMGP7160

The last project to show was a cash gift holder for a former neighbor who moved to Nebraska LONG ago. When we met her, she was 8 years old.Rachel 2001-06-02

She is graduating from high school in a week, and I am shocked. How, exactly, did ten years go by? Oh, yeah… that’s right! I spent the majority of those ten years making/raising babies! Kids are so time consuming. Ha!Rachel 2010-05 Prom

When I graduated from high school and college, I really really liked gifts of money. So these days, that’s what we give to graduates we know. I wanted to jazz the gift up a little, so I got out my stamps and followed this tutorial (which I found in a stack of magazines my friend Mary so generously passed my way!). Here’s how mine turned out:IMGP7157

I also finished a few other things like the video for Katie’s teacher AND I even mopped the floor. Look at me go! Now if I can just get to the other 98 things on my To Do List. Sheesh!

Monday, May 17, 2010

Our New Tree House

It isn’t finished yet, but I am too excited to wait until it’s completely done to post photos. Here’s how our back yard used to look:IMGP6907

And here’s the view as of this evening (and, yes, of course we have screwed the banisters in by now!):IMGP7107

About two weeks ago, Dan spent the day digging concrete piers for the tree house. His parents came to help and supervise, and the kids helped a little too. Jackson was an essential part of shovel management.IMGP6923

The kids especially liked digging in the dirt that was pulled out of the pier holes.IMGP6922

When the concrete was poured, we got the brilliant idea to leave our marks. (Who can resist wet cement?) I collected a few items and we stuck them into the wet concrete. My pier has the least decoration because the concrete hardened a little to quickly for me. I stuck an “E” tile and a heart-shaped rock in the concrete, then dug my thumbprint into it.IMGP6936

Katie’s pier has some Missouri river seashells (I guess they’re not really seashells, huh?), plus some marbles. My favorite part is the embedded rock at the 3:00 position. It’s from my sister’s house in North Carolina.IMGP6937

Dan’s pier has some marbles, metal snaps, and a rock I found on the beach in Jamaica.IMGP6940

Jackson’s pier has a mixture of things:  seashells, marbles, metal nuts, a plastic spider ring, and a rubber horse that came loose the next day. Now, two weeks later, he is still asking to get the spider out of the concrete.IMGP6941

The last two weeks have been monsoon season here in St. Louis. There haven’t been many dry days when Dan could work on the tree house, until today. Even though it was still wet and a little misty, Dan and his friend Eric decided today would be the day. Dan’s parents came too, and the tree house was mostly finished by 4:00. Nothing can compare to Katie’s face when she got off the bus and walked into the back yard to find the tree house. I was standing in it, and she climbed up to join me and check it out. Dan climbed up too.IMGP7114

Katie was so excited to finally be in the tree house (we’ve been planning it since last summer), and she said, “Mommy, am I still awake?” I said yes, of course she was. She said, “Good. Because I don’t want to wake up and have to build this again.” She asked me if she was dreaming, so I told her to pinch herself and find out. She did, then confirmed to me that she was awake.

There are still a few boards that need to be screwed down, plus a ladder and slide to install. Katie wants to paint a sign to name the tree house, and we have plans to make some outdoor pillows that we can use to snuggle and read. My hope is that we might even spend the night in the tree house later this summer. (I have priceless childhood memories of sleeping on our back porch with Mom, Mary and Jackson in the Georgia summers.)

I owe my husband, my in-laws and our friend Eric a huge thank you for making such a cool tree house for our family!

How God Loves Me

Sometimes I have moments of clarity in my life and my heart overflows with gratitude. I had one of those moments today.

The last few days, I have been the recipient of some pretty awesome grace. Sometimes, the grace came in small whispers – like a stranger making small talk with me in step class (to help lessen my embarrassment over missing parts of the routine). Sometimes, the grace came and hit me over the head – like a good friend taking the entire day off to help Dan build a tree house for our kids, or the grandparents inviting the kids over to spend the night (and give me and Dan a night off).

It hit me today that, in a roundabout way, these joys in my life are ways that God uses to love me. Whether the stranger at the gym knows it or not, she was a tool God used to encourage me. Whether my in-laws know it or not, God used them to give my heart rest and to fortify my marriage.

God loves me so profoundly and so deeply. How does He love you?

Easy Gift Wrap

Carrie inspired me. Again. I read this post on Friday. On Saturday, we had three birthday presents to give to the kids of old family friends. Usually, I would default to our stash of gift bags in the basement. But since I needed to occupy Katie for an hour while Jackson napped, I got my rubber stamps out and we went to town on brown kraft paper.IMGP7094

First, we decorated this gift bag.IMGP7096

Then Katie worked diligently to make that homemade card. I love what it says on the inside: “Your wishis may come true!” She meant “may your wishes come true,” but flipped the words around so it seems like a fortune cookie prophecy.IMGP7097

We stamped the recipients’ names on the packages (using clear alphabet stamps), then used the custom rubber stamp (with Katie’s photo on it) to indicate who gave the gift.IMGP7095

I love how these gifts turned out! Thanks for the inspiration, Carrie!

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Teacher Gift Idea

Looking for some quick and easy gift ideas for your kids’ teachers? Look no further! Thanks to my friend Carrie and her awesome idea (which I found here), these are the finished gifts that I gave to Jackson’s teachers this morning. I also gave them the mini vases of fresh roses from our garden.IMGP7080

Aren’t they cute? So affordable too. Each acrylic 4x6 frame cost $1.19 at Target. The decorative dry erase markers were $1.99 for three, also at Target. Then I printed on white cardstock at home (although colored cardstock would work well too) and embellished with the Stampin’ Up “Reason to Smile” stamp set. I stamped the horizontal flower border in yellow, then used a butterfly wing to make a green scalloped floral border at the top of the cardstock.IMGP7085

Slip the blank list into the frame, and you’re done! Here’s the one I finished for Katie’s teacher. I got the idea to spin the frame around from this blog post.IMGP7082

The teachers are also getting a few other goodies in appreciation of their hard work. One is a home movie of class photos through the year. I hope they feel appreciated because they are!

Here’s another link to a cute Post-It/frame teacher gift.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Mother’s Day

Happy Mother’s Day to all of my friends and readers who are mothers. And especially to those of you whose mothers have passed on and left you with a feeling of “What do I do?” on Mother’s Day. That’s an empty, lonely feeling, isn’t it? I am brooding over it a bit myself.

So… I thought I’d pick some of my favorite quotes about motherhood and share them with you. I’ll start with my most favorite of all time. Happy reading, and enjoy the day – whether it’s to honor you or your mother!

“The debt of gratitude we owe our mother and father goes forward, not backward. What we owe our parents is the bill presented to us by our children.” Nancy Friday

"“I didn’t feel like I could stand out among those players. I tried to brush her off, saying, ‘I can’t do that right now. Maybe later.’ Then my mother said the words that changed everything for me. She said, ‘Later doesn’t always come to everybody.’” Shaquille O’Neal

“To mom, who was like a comfortable quilt: She kept us warm as kids, but never smothered us.” A toast

“The art of mothering is to teach the art of living to children.” Elaine Heffner

“The trait I admired most growing up was my mother’s unwavering loyalty to my father. To the world, they presented a consolidated whole: respectful of each other, always each other’s first priority. As a child, I wanted to be the center of my parents’ universe. But my parents were, and are, each other’s universe and we children remain merely sources of light that shine upon their special world. Only as an adult can I appreciate the fact that, although loved, we were not chosen in the way my parents chose each other.” Janice A. Burns, Sarah’s Song: A True Story of Love and Courage

“Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them.  They move on.  They move away.  The moments that used to define them--a mother's approval, a father's nod--are covered by moments of their own accomplishments.  It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.” Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven

“There are two races of people--men and women--no matter what women's libbers would have you pretend. The male is motivated by toys and science because men are born with no purpose in the universe except to procreate. There is lots of time to kill beyond that. Men have no inherent center to themselves beyond procreating. Women, however, are born with a center. They can create the universe, mother it, teach it, nurture it. Men read science fiction to build the future. Women don't need to read it. They are the future.” Ray Bradbury

“Sooner or later we all quote our mothers.” Bern Williams

“Everything that was my mother's - whatever wrongdoing, bad deeds or actions that she had - what was hers was hers and she took it with her and what was mine, whether justified or not, anything that I did that was potentially negative, out of anger, was mine. I didn't have this place that I could push it towards anymore. When they're gone, they're gone. And you will end up holding everything that you're holding on to. It's just that while they're alive, you're putting it over there, thinking it's not yours.” Demi Moore

“Motherhood at times like this - most times - was about the steel in your spine, not the bend.” Kristin Hannah, Firefly Lane

“All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.” Oscar Wilde

“If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands?” Milton Berle

“The best thing to give your enemy is forgiveness. To an opponent, tolerance. To a friend, your heart. To a child, a good example. To a father, deference. To your mother, conduct that will make her proud of you. To yourself, respect. To all men, charity.”

“Giving birth is little more than a set of muscular contractions granting passage of a child. Then the mother is born.” Erma Bombeck

“If the kids are still alive when my husband comes home, I've done my job.” Roseanne

And here’s one for my sister: “Often, in old age, they [the sisters] become each other's chosen and most happy companions. In addition to their shared memories of childhood and their relationship to each other's children, they…carry the echoes of their mother's voice.” Margaret Mead1988-12

Saturday, May 8, 2010

What “@” Means to Me

When I was younger, Mom used to leave notes on the kitchen table telling us where she was. Usually, it said something like “Gone to store. Be home @ 3:00.”

I grew up thinking “@” means “around” or “about.” That’s because Mom was never on time. She never came home when she said she would. I thought “@ 3:00” meant “around 3:00” because she usually came home at least 30 minutes (even an hour) past the time she wrote on her note. I mean, look at the @ symbol: it makes sense that it could be “around” because it’s an A with a circle drawn around it. Right?

So in my head, the @ symbol has always meant something besides “at.” It was all fine and dandy in Elizabeth World, until the Internet made “@” a useful and recurring symbol. But in my shorthand, “@” can mean three different things. I still use it as “about” or “around” in my notes. In fact, I just used it tonight at church when taking notes on the sermon.

Does anyone else have a shorthand symbol for “about” or “around,” so I can put “@” in its rightful place in my mind?

And now, between this “@” post and this last post, you can finally see the depth of crazy that lives inside my head. I’ll work harder to conceal it from now on!

Wouldn’t It Be Nice

Sometimes when I’m shopping in a store and I see things out of place or knocked over, I will go out of my way to upright them or organize them. I remember one day I was in the cake mix aisle of Wal-Mart, looking for ice cream sprinkles. There were a bunch of them, but most of them had fallen over and were in complete disarray. I spent a good five minutes putting them back in order.

Sometimes I feel guilty when I try on a LOT of clothes in the dressing room, and I’ll go out of my way to put the clothes back where I found them so the dressing room attendant doesn’t have to.

I will also go out of my way to collect stray buggies (shopping carts) in the store parking lot and return them to the cart corral or to the front of the store. It drives me nuts when people leave them in a parking spot and it either 1) blocks my car from parking in a good spot, or 2) is about to ding another car (possibly mine). This especially irks me when the cart corral (or the store’s front door) is less than 15 feet away. Sometimes I feel downright righteous when I get the cart and put it in its proper place, like I’ve earned my gold star for the day.

But here’s the really wacko thing: I have this silly notion that maybe one day, the store manager might pop out of hiding and give me an award for being such a helpful shopper. I actually fantasize that I might get caught being nice. Is that weird?

I think this means my obsessive-compulsiveness has hit a whole new level. I know the world doesn’t operate this way, but wouldn’t it be nice if it did? Think how it would improve our attitudes toward each other if we all acted like we might get caught being anal retentively obsessed with organizing store shelves, er, kind.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Oh! Mailbox Joy!

Scrappy Sue made my day!

I read in this post a few days ago that she sent packages to some “long-time blog friends.” I figured I wasn’t as long-term of a bloggy friend as some of her other buds, so I actually thought to myself, “Wah! I want a package!” And I swear I’m not making that up – not even one speck for the sake of a good post!

Imagine my absolute joy when I opened my mailbox today (in the middle of a heinous child-rearing day week) and found a package from New Zealand. I was floored! I whipped out my pocket knife (Yes, I always carry one. Is that weird?) and tore into the package right there at my mailbox. My two kids were wreaking havoc up and down our street, but I didn’t care. I HAD MAIL!

Sweet Scrappy Sue. She sent me all kinds of Kiwi love! Here’s a photo of what was inside the package (the items were all wrapped too!):IMGP6996

There are pencils, a pencil case, a calendar, a set of notecards, and a Kiwi magnet. Oh, oh! My friend Sue, you are so very kind and sweet. Thank you for the bright spot in my day! I’m sending you lots of love from across the sea! *Mwah!*

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