tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79815978657356617372024-02-18T19:50:45.120-07:00Together is a Good Place to BeLindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11038535259104489392noreply@blogger.comBlogger217125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981597865735661737.post-26279384210154168992014-01-27T09:23:00.001-07:002014-01-27T09:23:47.695-07:00Say What?*One night while trying to get the girls to eat their dinner*<br />
Dad: You know how you have to pay for food when you go to a restaurant? That's what we're doing here. If you don't eat your food you have to pay me.<br />
Eden: Well, I will have to destroy you.<br />
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Dad walks in on the girls playing in Hope's room. Her big pink bunny is on the floor with animals all around it.<br />
Dad: What's going on with him? (referring to the pink bunny)<br />
Hope: They're eating him cause he's dead.<br />
Dad:.....well that's not good.<br />
Hope: The eagles were eating him, but he had worms.<br />
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Mom: Take off your shoes.<br />
Eden: Whatever you say princess.<br />
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*Eden has woken up just hours after falling asleep one night and isn't feeling well. I've been sitting on her bed for a good twenty minutes trying to get her to go back to sleep.*<br />
Eden: I wanna go out there.<br />
Mom: No. You need to go back to sleep. It's still night night time.<br />
Eden: But I can't sleep.<br />
Mom: You need to keep trying.<br />
Eden puts her face in her pillow, lifts it again and says: It's gonna be a long night.<br />
<br />Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11038535259104489392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981597865735661737.post-66718457756956832912013-12-31T16:56:00.001-07:002013-12-31T16:56:55.732-07:00Say What?Eden: I'm speaking Spanish. 'Blah bloo blee'.<br />
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Hope: Can I help?<br />
Mom: Why don't you just let me do it cause I'm just about out of patience.<br />
Hope. Okay. But, mom? How many more patience do you have?<br />
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Mom: Would you like me to help you put on your jammies or do you want to do it yourself?<br />
Eden as she jumps around her room naked: By. My. SELF!<br />
Mom goes to help Hope brush her teeth.<br />
Eden continues running/hopping throughout the house naked.<br />
Mom: It seems like you need some help with your jammies.<br />
Eden's naked tushy hops down the hallway and mom continues helping Hope.<br />
Eden: HOP. HOP. HOP.<br />
Mom sits on Eden's bed as Eden twirls and hops around the room.<br />
Mom: Would you like some help?<br />
Eden: Yes. Cause I am OUT of control!<br />
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Hope: How do you scare a lobster?<br />
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Eden: Knock, Knock.<br />
Hope: Who's there?<br />
Eden: It's me, broccoli.<br />
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Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11038535259104489392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981597865735661737.post-40738697325556278312013-12-13T22:09:00.002-07:002013-12-13T22:26:46.319-07:00Say What?Hope is spending some time with daddy at his work and says: I don't understand why you're here. It's boring here.<br />
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Same day - One of Ben's co-workers comes into his office and says to Hope: You make sure he's working hard okay?<br />
After he leaves, Hope says to dad: Why does he care if you're working if he's not?<br />
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Our home teacher asks Eden: What were you for Halloween?<br />
Eden: A witch.<br />
Home teacher: Did you cast an evil spell on somebody?<br />
Eden: No. I didn't have a wand.<br />
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Eden is playing with her McDonald's cash register toy.<br />
Dad says: What is that? (referring to the cash register)<br />
Eden says: Um....a chicken nugget thingy.<br />
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Eden: I liked that. I like smiling.<br />
Mom: You're adorable.<br />
Eden: That what I was gonna say.<br />
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Mom: Maybe you should try to go peepee.<br />
Eden: Well if I go you have to pay.<br />
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Eden singing a song: Patta cake, patta cake, baker's man. Bake me a cake and don't pitch a fit! (It seems like she may have said this before, but I didn't want to go through all my posts to see.)<br />
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Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11038535259104489392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981597865735661737.post-68618785788810327382013-11-09T22:35:00.002-07:002013-11-09T22:35:58.955-07:00Say What?Hope sees a crown in the costume store: "Hey look! It's a King's hat! I bet Heavenly Father has one of these."<br />
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Noah: "It reminds me of China with all these falling leaves. Oh....I've never been to China."<br />
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Hope and Eden refer to Ben's "hair" as "tiny hairs" because he shaves his head. One night he put Eden's tiara on his head and Hope said, "You look like a princess with tiny hairs."<br />
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Eden looking at a picture of a friend she hasn't seen in a while: "Is she my assistant?"<br />
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Eden says to Hope after Hope tries to take something from her: "It's MY coronation....and I'm running unopposed." *That is a line from My Little Pony Equestria Girls.<br />
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Eden jabbers to dad something about garbage. <br />
Dad says: "What?" <br />
Eden jabbers garbage again.<br />
Dad: "What?" <br />
Eden says: "You heard me."<br />
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Mom to Eden: "Can we put your ponies on the floor while we eat dinner?" <br />
Eden: "They will be sad."<br />
Mom: "They don't care."<br />
Eden: "Nobody cares about my ponies."<br />
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Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11038535259104489392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981597865735661737.post-67301002122755618182013-10-09T22:10:00.000-06:002013-10-09T22:11:51.872-06:00Hope's First Primary Talk<div style="text-align: center;">
Unfortunately, I am blogging about this several months after the fact, so I can't recall many details, but here are the big parts.</div>
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Hope got to give her first primary talk! Apparently she offered to do it instead of being asked, which I think is very cool. She loves to do stuff like that and doesn't get too scared or embarrassed. Hopefully that courage will continue throughout her life. At first, I tried to get her to memorize her talk. After the first line she wasn't having it and I didn't want to turn it into something she was dreading, so I resolved to just whisper the whole thing in her ear. She did awesome. I am so proud of my sunshine Hope and her little testimony that seems to grow stronger and more beautiful every day. I am so grateful that my children know who they are, why they are here and that they have a Heavenly Father who loves them.</div>
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This is a copy of her talk.</div>
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"There are many ways that Heavenly Father can talk to you through the Holy Ghost. He can speak to you through the scriptures. One very important way that Heavenly Father talks to His children is through His living prophets. When the prophet speaks, he is telling us things that Heavenly Father wants us to know.</div>
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Our prophet today is Thomas S. Monson. Heavenly Father uses the prophet as his mouthpiece to deliver messages he wants us to hear. Each April and October the prophet and other general authorities speak to us in a special meeting called General Conference. They tell us things the Savior would if He were here. Their words are like scriptures and will teach us and help us choose the right. I am thankful I can listen to Heavenly Father's messages for me by listening to the prophet."</div>
Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11038535259104489392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981597865735661737.post-56884047934444428482013-07-22T15:40:00.000-06:002013-07-22T15:40:45.552-06:00They Know<div align="center">
Saturday Ben threw his back out while doing yard work. The kids and I were all outside helping when Hope asked what was wrong with daddy. I looked over to see him on the ground unable to speak or move. I thought he had had a heart attack. We were all very scared. Ben is a strong man and to see him like that was disturbing and I could have sworn that my heart stopped beating for at least a second or two. The girls kept asking him questions and trying to get close to him, so I asked Noah to take them back to their rooms so I could try to help Ben. </div>
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After Ben was able to stand I went back to check on the kids. Noah had turned on his church music and moved Hope's little table into his room. They were all sitting around it making Ben get-well soon cards. Thinking about how cute and thoughtful my children are I went back to my room to listen in case Ben needed me while he was in the shower. Yes, even though he had just been in severe pain and barely able to move, he INSISTED on taking a shower the minute he could stand. I've learned over the last 48 hours that he is even more stubborn than I thought. Anyway, while I was waiting I overheard Eden tell her brother and sister that they should say a prayer. Then her tiny 3 year old voice prayed for her daddy.</div>
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I smiled with pride and thought about how lucky they are to know where to look for peace and comfort. Noah had immediately played his church hymns for them to listen to and Eden needed no prompting to ask her Heavenly Father to help her earthly father.<br />
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Taking three kids to church by myself has not always been easy (although it is getting easier as Miss Chevious gets older), but I'm so glad that I stuck with it. So many - okay EVERY- Sunday mornings I dreaded wrestling with two of my three children in the congregation while trying to feel the spirit. I often wondered "why even go"? I knew they needed it though, and I am grateful for the strength I received to push through the dread and often time embarrassment of sacrament with Miss Chevious.<br />
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I am grateful that Ben and I have had family prayer every night for the last year and that we continue to do it. I am grateful that they have heard us ask Heavenly Father to bless family members who have been sick and have seen them get well and know that Heavenly Father heard their prayers. I am grateful that Hope and Noah have CDs of hymns that they listen to while falling asleep and that we sing primary songs every night before prayer. Once again, I have often wondered what good it is all doing. The singing and praying, trying unsuccessfully to get the younger children to be reverent during family prayer. "Why am I even doing this?" is something I've asked myself frequently.<br />
Last Saturday I got my answer.</div>
Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11038535259104489392noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981597865735661737.post-199542940382129892013-07-08T13:18:00.001-06:002013-07-08T13:36:06.022-06:00"American Day"<div align="center">
Hope was very excited about the 4th of July this year, only she called "American Day." For a few days before, any time we were driving she would always point out the flags and other decorations that people had in their yards and ask why we didn't have any. That is right. I do not have any 4th of July decorations. Her excitement for the holiday of which we had no plans and no decorations made me feel like one heck of a disappointment to my children. The night before the 4th Hope got so excited that as she lay in bed she told me all the things she had planned for the following day. She said she was going to make everyone a flag. True to her word, she woke up early and immediately wanted to draw.</div>
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She did make one for everyone. I guess all those afternoons "singing to the flag" in kindergarten paid off, cause that an awesome one. I am very impressed with her stars. I still can't draw a decent one.<br />
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Out of the blue, Ben decided that we should go up to the West Bountiful parade. I don't like parades. I don't think I ever have. Once in my early 20's I got pegged in the forehead by an overzealous candy thrower and that pretty much sealed the deal. I mean, that tootsie roll could've put my eye out! Anyway.<br />
Hope insisted that she have an "American shirt" for the "American Day." So here she is looking festive in her American Day attire, and Eden in her pigtails that lasted only about an hour.<br />
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Turns out that West Bountiful throws a decent parade with zero overzealous candy throwers. Actually, I do think there was one, but he missed me and narrowly missed Whitney who was standing behind me so I'm okay with that. :) <br />
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There were horses that had been painted like the flag and some that had stars painted on their rear (buttock?) that Hope said looked like a cutie mark, which is the little symbol on a My Little Pony. They got lots of taffy and a few of those dangerous tootsie rolls and then we went back to grandma Verla's house for lunch. We spent a few hours visiting with her and aunt Whitney and Hope gave me a preview of her teenage years with this...<br />
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That evening the girls finally got to do sparklers and Pop-Its. They were concerned about holding a stick that was on fire, but soon got the hang of it and we went through a few boxes of them.<br />
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The people in our neighborhood put on some pretty amazing firework shows. There were fireworks on the streets in front of us and behind us. We couldn't decide which way to turn our heads. Being surrounded by fireworks is pretty cool (and a little scary given that it had been so dry prior to the 4th). After watching outside and being eaten by bugs we moved into the back bedroom to watch for a while more. It was nice sitting in the quiet dark with my little ladies and their daddy watching fireworks that were so close. <br />
What I thought would be a disappointing American Day actually turned out quite wonderful. The only time I saw disappointment in my girls' faces was when they were told they had to go to bed. If Noah would've been here I dare say it would have been perfect a American Day.</div>
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The kids and I have a new favorite place. The kids call it "the forest" or "the duck pond". It has both...AND a playground. It's like heaven on earth, kid-size. </div>
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This was our trip there last week.</div>
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She was disturbed at first, but Noah and I kept laughing and she eventually got over it. Thank goodness cause she could have thrown one heck of a fit.</div>
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This week we went again, and Eden was being especially funny. She wanted to bring her back pack so that she and Noah could play "ghosts" (Luigi's Mansion) a game they've been playing around the house all week. I knew she had some toys in there, but I didn't really bother to check exactly what she had. She surprised me when I turned to see her grab juice from her back pack, chug it and put it back in, just like a professional backpacker. She came prepared, which is more than I can say for the rest of us.</div>
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Eden was very happy to be on this adventure. She kept grabbing leaves while jabbering about making a cake. Then she would pick up sticks and wave them around while singing her made-up songs. She kept up with big brother and sister but took one wrong turn and fell in some really thick mud by the stream. As it was happening, scenes of the Swamp of Sadness in The Never-Ending Story flashed through my head. Remember when Atreyu makes really dramatic facial expressions while he is trudging through the swamp? </div>
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Unfortunately, my attempt to document the moment didn't do it justice. I had thought about snapping a picture before picking her up out of the muck, but then a 22 year old version of her little voice interrupted that thought with a "MOM, how could you?" She was not happy about the mud and whined about having to go home and take a bath. After scraping most of the mud off she was good to go and eventually found a little spot to clean off her shoes in the water. But then of course she didn't want to wear them because she said, "there water in nem."</div>
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Her hair is getting longer and she is growing up so fast.</div>
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I took what I thought were some really good shots. I was so excited thinking about how cute they were going to turn out and was even considering framing a few. Then I got home and realized that most of the ones I was so excited about turned out incredibly blurry.</div>
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She also had a mini magnifying glass in her backpack that she pulled out and kept stopping to check out bugs on the pavement. Then she held it up to her eye like a monocle and looked all around her while she was driving....another hazard. Several more accidents avoided. Her first lessons in distracted driving. </div>
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Before kindergarten started, Hope's teacher gave all the students an assessment test. Hope did not do very well. In fact, her score was very, very low. To be fair, I was sitting nearby when she was given the test and Hope knew more than she told her teacher, but still. You will remember that I admitted in a previous post that I had not prepared her very well academically. Something that I regretted and vowed to do differently with her little sister. Anyway, Hope soaked up everything. So much so that her end of the year score was<b> </b><br />
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Hope & her teacher, Mrs. Holyoak.<br />
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Congratulations to Hope for graduating Kindergarten!<br />
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Little Eden made some cute friends this year and LOVED school- except when I was teaching. I don't think she actually considered it school when I didn't drop her off somewhere. She was so excited each Wednesday morning (she called it her "school day")...until after preschool was over and then she was so disappointed that she didn't get to go somewhere for school.</div>
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This year she learned the days of the week, how to trace, how to glue lots of things, how to color with effort instead of just scribbling, and lots of social skills. All the girls learned this little saying, "You get what you get and you don't pitch a fit." Which is actually something that Hope learned from one of her classmates early in the year and I applied during preschool when all the girls wanted the purple cup. I only have two purple cups. Lesson learned....buy the same color for all the girls. Which is why I brought them all a purple balloon for graduation.</div>
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Getting her diploma that Mrs. Aubrie (Lilia's mom) made. They are super cute and I'm so glad she thought to do it.</div>
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Today, Eden came home from pre-school with this little gem.</div>
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Her teacher took each child aside and asked them questions about their moms.</div>
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Here is what Eden had to say about me.</div>
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My mom is (90) years old.</div>
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My mom weighs (3 and 4) pounds.</div>
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My mom's favorite color is (red).</div>
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My mom's favorite food is (food and food).</div>
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My mom always says ("dime").</div>
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My mom cooks the best (squash).</div>
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My mom's job is (to have time).</div>
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If my mom had time, she would love to (I don't know).</div>
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My mom and I like to (do math).</div>
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My mom really loves (to have hair).</div>
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I LOVE my mom because (I want her to stay right here because she is nice).</div>
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By Eden</div>
Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11038535259104489392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981597865735661737.post-22423023371520750152013-05-04T13:07:00.000-06:002013-05-04T13:12:35.117-06:00Spring Adventures<div align="center">
During Spring Break, which was several weeks ago, the kids and I went on an "adventure" along the Provo River Trail. The kids thought it was really cool and we saw several snakes, ducks and turtles. We heard a lot of frogs although they were better at hiding. Walking along the trail reminded me of all the adventures that Brian and I had growing up and made me feel sorry that the world has gotten in such a state that my kids won't be able to have those adventures. It's just too scary to let them go wandering around on their own nowadays. I guess I will have to find my inner adventurer so I can with them cause I just can't imagine childhood without this kind of stuff.</div>
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I love this picture of Eden. She looks like a little model.</div>
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I was surprised at how jumpy Noah was. Every little sound and bug made him jump. He needs a little more nature in his life, I think. Noah was usually the first to point out the snakes (by screaming of course), but forget about him trying to catch one. I tried to catch one to show him not to be afraid of them, they were just garden snakes, but it was too fast for me and he still didn't want to get too close.</div>
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As we walked along I pointed out all the places that Brian and I likely would've attempted a fort to Noah. He likes hearing all those stories.</div>
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Yesterday daddy took the day off and we went to the zoo after Hope got out of school. Sadly, Noah was not here this weekend, but we got a pass for the zoo so he'll get to experience it plenty.</div>
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These little ladies are quite spoiled. We never have an outing, no matter how small or location, in which there isn't begging, bargaining, tears, tantrums, and Miss Chevious running around like a wild child. In those moments I realize that my children are just like those children that I witnessed before parenthood and said, "My kids will NOT be that spoiled." I fear we have done them a great in justice by spoiling them so. They don't really know how to appreciate the many many MANY blessings they have. I need to do something about this. I'm just not sure what yet.</div>
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The begging, bargaining, tantrums and tears followed us around all day. We threatened her, asked nicely, reasoned with her....but in the end gave in. This is the problem with the spoiled behavior. We give in. </div>
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Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11038535259104489392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981597865735661737.post-52717916379179307702013-05-03T12:20:00.002-06:002013-05-03T12:20:28.791-06:00Say What?Hope making up a song: I am a little child for Jesus. Oh, I love Jesus. I love Jesus. Jesus loves me. Jesus loves me. Why does He have a beard? Who knows, go ask your daddy.<br />
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Hope making up another song: Jesus is the nicest guy ever. Jesus is the nicest guy ever. 'Make some music', he yelled!<br />
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Eden is upset with me for some reason I can't remember and Hope says: She's thinks your mean. I am just warning you. Are you grateful I warned you?<br />
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Zoe just came home from getting spayed and is not feeling well.<br />
Hope says: C'mon Zoe. Aren't you happy? *sings* If you're happy and you know it clap your hands!<br />
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<br />Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11038535259104489392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981597865735661737.post-8966962916571062682013-04-03T17:11:00.002-06:002013-04-03T17:11:36.593-06:00Say What?Hope: Does Heavenly Father get tired?<br />
Me: No.<br />
Hope: Does His son?<br />
Me: Jesus? No.<br />
Hope: Does He like to stay up like His dad?<br />
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*Another nighty night talk with Hope*<br />
Hope: How does the Holy Ghost make you feel?<br />
Mom: Sometimes he gives you a warm fuzzy feeling, sometimes he warns you about danger, sometimes he puts thoughts into your head.<br />
Hope: I'm getting sweaty.<br />
Mom: Take the blanket off.<br />
Hope: No. I think it's the Holy Ghost. Why does the Holy Ghost make you feel warm?<br />
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Hope: Eden, you are crazy.<br />
Mom: That's not a very nice thing to say.<br />
Hope: I know.<br />
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Eden: Can I have a treat?<br />
Mom: Too many treats will make you sick.<br />
Eden: I wanna TREAT!!!<br />
Noah: Eden, did you hear about the kid who ate too much candy? He fell off his porch.<br />
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*I have been trying to get Noah to expand his group of friends, but Noah doesn't seem to want to*<br />
Mom: Do you have anything in common with "so-and-so"? (Name omitted to protect the innocent.)<br />
Noah: The only thing we have in common is maps...and we're both human.<br />
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Mom: Eden, keep your hands to yourself.<br />
Hope: Keep your face to yourself too.<br />
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Eden with a snare drum, Hope singing into a microphone and Noah playing the drums...with his foot???? Love her. </div>
<br />Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11038535259104489392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981597865735661737.post-12034562431397002262013-04-01T14:59:00.000-06:002013-04-01T15:17:50.252-06:00Easter 2013<div align="center">
Just like Santa Claus, we don't do the Easter Bunny here. The only time I am really bothered by the lack of belief in magical beings in our household is when I see how excited Hope gets about the stories from her friends about the Easter bunny or Santa Claus or a leprechaun. I am impressed that even though I have straight out told her that there is no Easter Bunny and that the real "Santa Claus" died a very long time ago she still believes. (I've never told her that leprechauns do not exist because quite frankly I still think they might. Shhh, don't tell Ben!)<br />
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Even though we don't do the Easter bunny, we still do the other fun elements of the holiday.<br />
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Saturday we had a neighborhood Easter egg hunt and that began the weekend's sugar fest. I had to talk Noah into participating and he still didn't want to carry a basket so he just put his share in with Eden's.</div>
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Sorry for the blur - they were moving fast!</div>
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Eden is going through a phase where she talks like a pirate out of the side of her mouth like shown above. Here she is telling a sister from our ward that she "wants candy now."</div>
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Eden and Hope with Hope's friend Aubrey and her little sister Brooke.</div>
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On Easter morning the kids stood outside the computer room waiting for the okay to be let in.</div>
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You can see they are very excited, and daddy doesn't disappoint. He always goes overboard with the presents.</div>
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We tried to combine spring shopping with Easter so in addition to Easter baskets, the kids also got some new outfits.</div>
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Then it was time to hunt eggs! Ben wanted to fill what seemed like a thousand eggs the night before. The kids got so much candy it feels like Halloween around here. However, it did prolong the actual Easter egg hunt, which was fun. </div>
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At first Eden would pick one up and open it, then throw it on the porch after getting the prize out. Daddy became her egg-hunting assistant.</div>
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Look at my beautiful girl. She is growing up way too fast. Luckily, just when I feel like she's getting too big, she throws the most unbelievable crazy tantrum to remind me that she is still my baby...and very spoiled.</div>
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Noah spotted all the eggs on the playhouse and would roll a couple down the slide to his baby sister. What a good big brother. :) Also, check out the pink bat in the tree in the background. Daddy got creative and used the bat to put an egg up there.</div>
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Now look at what seems to be tiny grave sites in our backyard. Last year Ben dug these tiny little gardens. He did it while our fence was still down, so I'm sure we freaked out more than one neighbor with what looked like our own personal graveyard.</div>
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Eden: Rabbit, Rabbit.<br />
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Hope: Mmmm. My hands smell good. I want to eat them.<br />
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Hope: I am sadder than sad.<br />
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Dad to Eden: I'm gonna hang you up by your toes.<br />
Eden: Are you really?<br />
Dad: Don't you believe me?<br />
Eden: No.<br />
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On the fifth, we celebrated Eden's third birthday. Ben described her entrance to this world as," a watermelon size bullet" and my friends, that is exactly what it felt like. Remembering that day is still a little overwhelming.</div>
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Daddy took the day off from work and we spent a lot of time at the store looking at toys. Daddy was frustrated with our lack of birthday fun, but Eden loved it. She played with all the toys and when we left she said, "I have FUN!"</div>
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My Little Ponies</div>
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bathtime</div>
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pre-school</div>
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using the remote to open and close the garage door<br />
asking LOTS of questions<br />
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making messes<br />
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Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11038535259104489392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981597865735661737.post-2254696381337291582013-03-03T16:15:00.003-07:002013-03-03T16:15:58.729-07:00Say What?Eden: Mom, look! My bum is freaking out.<br />
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Hope: Can we get another dog?<br />
Mom: I don't think so.<br />
Hope to mommy: I wish a puppy could come out of your tummy.<br />
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Eden: I'm HUNGRY!<br />
Dad: What do you want?<br />
Eden: Chi...Ch....I can't seem to remember.<br />
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Mom: Are you feeling better today?<br />
Hope: Yes. But my head hurts. I think it's cause my hair is so long.<br />
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Dad is leaving for work one morning and says: Bye. I love you.<br />
Eden: I love you! Come again soon!<br />
Dad: Okay, I will.<br />
Eden: Be careful of the ice!<br />
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Dad: Why don't you go poop in the potty?<br />
Eden: It just comes out.<br />
Mom: Well when you feel it start to come out you need to say, 'Oh, I need to go potty.' and then hold it till you get on the potty and then you can let it come out.<br />
Eden: THAT'S A GREAT IDEA MOM!!!<br />
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This year, Hope needed to make a box for her Valentine party at school. I found several cute ideas on Pinterest and let her pick which one she liked best. Of course she chose the horse. It was daddy's idea to make it a unicorn though. Since it was mostly cutting and hot gluing pieces together, daddy and I assembled the box and Hope drew on it. </div>
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It is hard to see from the picture, but she drew all over it. She gave it a "Cutey Mark" (which is the mark that My Little Ponies have on their hip) and drew hearts and eyes...oh, and a butt crack. :)</div>
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*On a side note, last week Hope was the spotlight student and on Friday I got to read a story to her class. Since it was also "Dad's & Donuts Day", Ben took the morning off so he could be there for the story too. At one point in the morning I turned the corner to walk down the hall and Ben was headed my way with a big smile on his face. I asked what he was smiling about and he said, "Hope's the spotlight student. That's exciting!"*</div>
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Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11038535259104489392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981597865735661737.post-40015994940362230652013-02-19T09:49:00.002-07:002013-02-19T09:49:50.177-07:00Say What?Eden <i>has poked and squashed a piece of zucchini to smitherines, puts it back on her plate, picks up a piece of squash and says</i>: Your turn.<br />
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<i>When dad gets out of the car to go into the gas station Hope says</i>: Please don't leave your family here all alone.<br />
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Noah: What do you call a job that makes nuts?<br />
Hope: What?<br />
Noah: A nut job.<br />
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Hope to her friend Mason: Look at this new dinosaur toy. It's from Rob. He's in my class. He looks pretty sometimes, just like you.<br />
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Hope: Where did all this stuff come from?<br />
Dad: I don't know.<br />
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Hope: Is that a clue?<br />
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Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11038535259104489392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981597865735661737.post-85286188237684845852013-02-11T22:27:00.003-07:002013-02-11T22:27:48.351-07:00Las Vegas With the Maxwells<div style="text-align: center;">
This past weekend Ben's brother, Ian, celebrated his 21st birthday in Las Vegas and Jeff was generous enough to make sure we were there to celebrate with them. The girls have never met their aunts Amanda and Emily. They only met uncle Ian and Grandma Patty once, and they always love to see grandpa Jeff, so they were very excited.</div>
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We drove, which we were a little nervous about with Hope and Eden, but they did surprisingly well. There were no complaints from Hope and Eden only had one real outburst on the way there and one on the way back. We were thinking they might sleep for at least a couple of hours, but no one slept on the way there (besides mom cause I was sick and yes, okay, driving makes me sleepy) and Hope and Eden took only a short nap on the way back. Noah had some new books to read so he was fine...until when we arrived home and he learned that he had to get back in the car and drive another hour and half to Grantsville. He was pretty upset about that.</div>
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It was dark when we got there so Las Vegas was quite a sight as we drove up to it. The kids were amazed at all the lights and the cool buildings. Then we got to the strip and pulled up right behind a driving billboard with three fully clothes women who wanted nothing to do with anyone being advertised. Imagine the extreme opposite of what I described and then imagine my horror of having my 11 year old son in the back seat. The spiritual assault of the city was pretty smothering until I was talking with Ben about it that night and realized that I just can't let all the bad stuff get in the way of all the good and that it is better for our children to be exposed to this kind of thing with us (so we can talk with them about it), than being exposed on their own or with their friends. Amazingly, the only thing Hope had a comment about was a guy dressed up like a Transformer on the side of the street to which she said, "They have weird people here." Of all the drunken half-naked people surrounding us, she chose that to focus on. Thank goodness! Noah had more of a problem ignoring the "sin" part of the city, but hopefully when he looks back on it, he will mostly remember family and a lot of cool buildings.</div>
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The kids thought our hotel room was awesome cause it had hide-a-way beds and two rooms. They ran around till dad decided to be a party pooper and told them to stop. </div>
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The next day, Eden found one of her favorite things about Vegas - the complimentary soap. She carried around till she unwrapped it and I took it away, then she was off to find another...which she did...several times.</div>
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When the girls met Amanda and Emily they both became really quiet and just stared with smiles on their faces. I could tell they thought their aunts were beautiful. Right away Hope seemed to want to make up for lost time and be around them as much as possible. She held Amanda's hand for quite a while, walking around the hotels and asking her LOTS of questions.</div>
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Aunt Emily and Amanda were both great sports about it, and it was nice to see the girls getting to know more of their family. Hope was very impressed with Grandma and Grandpa's hotel. It had beautiful gardens with ponds full of huge Koi and some flamingos!!! All day and the next morning Hope kept saying she wanted to go back to Grandpa's hotel.</div>
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I know what you're thinking, "Wow, she actually posted a pic with her in it...and her eyes are closed." Well, if I were going to be picky I wouldn't have posted it cause of my ginormous rear, not the closed-eyes...but I need to just get over it. Besides those points this is a very cute picture of my beautiful little family. Eden was trying out some funky new camera faces that day, as you can see.</div>
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There was also a big bird cage inside with parakeets in it that the kids thought were cute. One of them tilted it's head all the way over to one side and then back again several times looking at Hope. She thought this was adorable. Okay, me...I did, it was freaking precious and when I think about I still want to say, "awww."</div>
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Eden and Grandma Patty had a conversation about the statue in the water. During this trip we have learned that Eden does not care for statues. The fact that this one was sunken in a fish tank may or may not have helped. We'll see.</div>
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In the next hotel we saw gondola's in a big indoor river. Eden loved the boats and kept saying she couldn't reach it.</div>
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It was wonderful to spend time with the Maxwells and get to know them better. We definitely need to do it more. Especially since the girls are saying how much they miss everyone already. Thanks to Grandpa Jeff for making sure we got out there and to Uncle Ian for letting us celebrate his birthday with him. We love you guys!</div>
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My little Hope has been drawing up a storm. It's a good thing we recycle cause we've killed a lot of trees in the name of art. On top of being a talented young artist, she also has a very impressive imagination. For example: probably a year and a half ago I found one of her socks on the floor and picked it up to put it away when I realized there was something in it. Stuffed all the way in the toe of the sock was an upside down teacup. Then I remembered that she had been crawling around on the floor all day with the sock on her hand pretending to be a horse. She had made herself a hoof!!! At THREE!!! Impressive. Very impressive. She still loves horses. Check it out.</div>
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And that concludes the star series. At the same time she drew these pictures, Hope also drew this portrait of her T-Rex dinosaur, but for some reason did not give it a star. </div>
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Hope and Zoe. LOVE. Also, may get framed.</div>
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I always look forward to seeing her finished project when she starts drawing. Most of the walls in our house do not have pictures on them, but I am going to start an art gallery in the hall for my talented little artists, Hope & Noah.</div>
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Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11038535259104489392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7981597865735661737.post-40546910026550843722013-02-05T18:24:00.001-07:002013-02-05T18:24:21.071-07:00Say What?Hope: It's weird on the planet today.<br />
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Hope: I've been feeling like snuggling with you all day.<br />
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Hope: Why do big people have big long hairs in their nose?<br />
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<em>Eden keeps putting her little foot on Hope's reading book while she is trying to read and</em> <br />
Hope says: EDEN! You're going to get this all stinky with your STINKY foot!<br />
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Dad <em>to Eden who has been throwing Zoe's bone across the family room</em>: Don't throw that.<br />
Eden: She likes it! *throws it again*<br />
Dad: I don't care if she likes it. Don't throw it.<br />
Eden <em>hands on her hips</em>: But she LIKES it!<br />
Dad: Don't throw it. (I actually can't remember what he said here but this fits)<br />
Eden: I DON'T CARE!<br />
Dad: It isn't your job to care....<br />
Eden: It's none of your business!<br />
*Mom and dad burst into laughter*<br />
Eden <em>smiles and says</em>: I just kidding.<br />
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Hope: Can I come?<br />
Mom: No, because I can't watch you while I'm getting my hair cut.<br />
Hope: I can watch myself.<br />
Mom: You are too little to watch yourself.<br />
Hope: No I'm not. See look at me watching myself.<br />
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January has come and gone and EVERY day I have thought about blogging. There were several things that I wanted to post about, but now that time has past I've forgotten a lot about them. Next month I plan to do better.<br />
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Ignore the messy house (if you can). One day I will learn how to keep house & home better...or not to take pictures in my messy kitchen.<br />
They are growing up fast! Hope now insists that we call her HOPE not Hopie and is reading like a pro. Eden has been without a pacifier for several days and doesn't even whine about it. Every once in a while she'll ask about her "jabider" and say that she misses him. She also goes potty on the potty often (though she still thinks it's funny to go on the floor sometimes. Grrr.). Full on potty use is next!!!<br />
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Zoe has been an indoor doggie for the past couple of months. I am happy to report that Eden now goes potty on the floor more than Zoe. No...wait. I am not happy to report it. But it is nice not to have to clean up after two "kids" ALL the time. During Zoe's transition into indoor doggiehood, she and Eden have developed a great little friendship. Quiet storms in our house don't always result in disasters anymore. Sometimes I find Eden and Zoe wrestling or cuddling. Eden likes to hug/smother her and she lifts Zoe's face to hers with both hands. It's adorable and one of these days my camera will capture the moment. Zoe loves this too. She doesn't run away, she sits while Eden tries to love her and she'll even follow her around. Mostly I think she is waiting for her to drop something on the ground that she can chew to bits or lick her face clean. Sometimes, however, they unite forces and destruction does ensue. Like when Zoe got the toilet paper out of the bathroom and was chewing it up. While I was putting Zoe outside Eden was unrolling the remaining toilet paper. But their friendship is apparent and reminds me of myself & Pepper Sr. I love it and it makes me smile.<br />
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Noah's hair has been driving me crazy for months. He hates getting it cut and likes to wear it long. It makes me want to pull my own hair out. Last Friday I finally accessorized the problem. Don't let the face fool you - I peeked in the bathroom and he smiled the whole time he was taking those barrettes out. :)</div>
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Next month we have a trip to Las Vegas, Valentine's Day and by golly a hair cut, and if not...more accessories. </div>
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