Thursday, October 25, 2007
Jigglers Anyone?
Pumkin shaped jello jigglers to be exact. 48 of them. That's how many I've made for my children's classes. I made them for Vivie's class to have incelebration of orange day. I made them for Tripp's class in celebration of his birthday (it's Saturday). And I made them for Paris' class to enjoy during their pumkin extravaganza tomorrow. I have a large tub of left over jiggler scraps. My fingertips are orange. My children are happy. That makes me happy.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Lunchroom Virgin
At least I was until today. I volunteered at Paris' school today in the cafeteria. Wow, what an experience. I have never squirted so many ketchup smiley faces in all my life. (it was hamburger/chicken sandwich day w/fries.) The kids were all really sweet and very glad to have help opening their milk cartons and yogurts. I quickly figured out that one little boy never actually needed anything, he just wanted you to come talk to him. And then there were all the raise your hand so you can tattle kids. I think the words "Well, just ignore him." came out of my mouth about 20 times. Those and "walking feet please," "keep your hands to your self," and "eat your lunch."
My favorite part of the day was a conversation I had with a sweet little boy. It went like this:
Sweet Boy: Do you have a baby? Do have a baby in your tummy?
Me: Nope, I don't have a baby in my tummy.
Sweet Boy: Then why does it look like you do?
Nice, huh? And to think, I've been feeling so good about loosing 25 lbs!
My favorite part of the day was a conversation I had with a sweet little boy. It went like this:
Sweet Boy: Do you have a baby? Do have a baby in your tummy?
Me: Nope, I don't have a baby in my tummy.
Sweet Boy: Then why does it look like you do?
Nice, huh? And to think, I've been feeling so good about loosing 25 lbs!
Friday, September 21, 2007
Don't Put a Triceratops in Your Pants
How's that for a strange sentence? I find that as a parent I say the most ridiculous things sometimes. Here's the conversation I had with Paris on the way home from school today. (She got a wind up triceratops toy from the treasure chest for getting a sticker in her chart every day.)
Paris: Mommy, do you know where I put the triceratops that's funny?
Me: Where?
Paris: Under my panties!
Me: I don't think that's a very good place for a triceratops.
Paris: I didn't put him IN my panties where my lady parts are. I put him UNDER my panties. (she was wearing a skirt with built-in shorts)
Me: I still don't think that's a very good place for a triceratops.
Paris: But Mommy, it's like a tunnel!
Me: Paris, don't put a triceratops in your pants.
Paris: OK.
Won't she just die one day if she realizes how many stories of hers I blogged about?
Paris: Mommy, do you know where I put the triceratops that's funny?
Me: Where?
Paris: Under my panties!
Me: I don't think that's a very good place for a triceratops.
Paris: I didn't put him IN my panties where my lady parts are. I put him UNDER my panties. (she was wearing a skirt with built-in shorts)
Me: I still don't think that's a very good place for a triceratops.
Paris: But Mommy, it's like a tunnel!
Me: Paris, don't put a triceratops in your pants.
Paris: OK.
Won't she just die one day if she realizes how many stories of hers I blogged about?
Monday, September 10, 2007
Scouting?
I'm looking for input today. I've been looking at options for extra curricular stuff for Paris. We considered dance, but she wasn't really sure about that when she found out we would have to pull her hair up every time no matter what (she detests a pony tail). She love to dance, but I know her pretty well and I just wasn't convinced we should commit to the kind of $ and time dance would require. Most of the sports flyers we have gotten so far she isn't old enough to participate with since she just turned 5 in June. We got something that was for Daddys and daughters through the YMCA, but it looked like A LOT of camping and we have no camping equipment. So Friday we got the Girl Scout flyer sent home from school and I think I'm interested in that.
I got on line and looked over the website. They appear to be based in good values and I'm very much in favor of developing leadership skills. I know that Paris has some very natural take-charge genes and I think anything that will help her develop what may be bossiness and sass now into strong leadership abilities is a good thing. I wasn't a Girl Scout, but I was always interested. I even made my dad take me to a meeting in late elementary school to check it out but that's as far as it got - seemed like it was a little late in the game to join. Easy was a Boy Scout, but he claims that the two organizations are completely foreign entities so he has no input on Girl Scouts. So, I'm asking for your input here. If you have scouting experience of any kind and have positive or even not so positive input - please share! And I would love input from both childhood experience and if you have any parent experience I would love that too. Thanks!
I got on line and looked over the website. They appear to be based in good values and I'm very much in favor of developing leadership skills. I know that Paris has some very natural take-charge genes and I think anything that will help her develop what may be bossiness and sass now into strong leadership abilities is a good thing. I wasn't a Girl Scout, but I was always interested. I even made my dad take me to a meeting in late elementary school to check it out but that's as far as it got - seemed like it was a little late in the game to join. Easy was a Boy Scout, but he claims that the two organizations are completely foreign entities so he has no input on Girl Scouts. So, I'm asking for your input here. If you have scouting experience of any kind and have positive or even not so positive input - please share! And I would love input from both childhood experience and if you have any parent experience I would love that too. Thanks!
Monday, September 03, 2007
My Crazy Fall Schedule
Just in case any of you are wondering what I'll be doing with my time this fall I thought I'd post my fall schedule. Pray for me friends. I have no doubt I'm doing the things I'm supposed to be doing, I just know that I know that I know that it will take God to give me the energy and peace to be a positive light in the midst of it. Keep in mind that each day starts at 5:00 AM with my morning run, followed by shower, quiet time, and then helping Paris start her day at 6:45. At least 4 hours of my 10 hour work week will be done from home. And, oh yeah, don't forget all the stuff to make the house run - laundry, cooking, cleaning, and of course some PLAY time with my kids!
Sunday - Go to church and make sure the nursery is staffed and running smoothly.
Monday - Paris has school. Keep P&E from 10-1. That will be four children in the house with Tripp being the oldest.
Tuesday - P to school. T&V have Sonshine school from 9:00-1:30. I keep my office hours at church the entire time they are at SSS. We will go straight to pick up P since it would be a waste of gas and time to go home first. Hopefully the littles will sleep in the car and I'll get some reading done while I'm waiting in the pick-up line.
Wednesday - P to school. Ladies' Bible class at 9:30. Church that night at 7:00.
Thursday - P to school. T&V to SSS. Run all errands, have all appointments etc... during this time as it is my only chance to do those things without the kids.
Friday - P to school. T&V to Stephanie's by 9:00 so I can work a few hours at church. I'll pick them up by noon.
Saturday - No alarms. No plans. Praise God.
Sunday - Go to church and make sure the nursery is staffed and running smoothly.
Monday - Paris has school. Keep P&E from 10-1. That will be four children in the house with Tripp being the oldest.
Tuesday - P to school. T&V have Sonshine school from 9:00-1:30. I keep my office hours at church the entire time they are at SSS. We will go straight to pick up P since it would be a waste of gas and time to go home first. Hopefully the littles will sleep in the car and I'll get some reading done while I'm waiting in the pick-up line.
Wednesday - P to school. Ladies' Bible class at 9:30. Church that night at 7:00.
Thursday - P to school. T&V to SSS. Run all errands, have all appointments etc... during this time as it is my only chance to do those things without the kids.
Friday - P to school. T&V to Stephanie's by 9:00 so I can work a few hours at church. I'll pick them up by noon.
Saturday - No alarms. No plans. Praise God.
Friday, August 31, 2007
The Big K - A Week in Review
Well, it's Friday afternoon and our first week in the public school system is behind us. I thought I'd give a little review, and maybe a few laughs.
Monday
Paris woke to her Hello Kitty alarm and was happy to follow our new morning routine. (10 minutes to rest on the couch, 15 minutes to eat breakfast, 15 minutes to get dressed and out the door) She gladly posed for a few pictures. You can see the sass, I mean sparkle in her eyes. She and I load up and head to school. The closer we get to her classroom the tighter her hand gets on mine. We unload her stuff, find her table, and then she realizes I'm leaving. Yes folks, Paris was the cryer in her classroom. I squatted down and comforted her just a bit but remained firm that she would have a great time. As she really started to crank up (there were real tears folks!) Miss Gore caught on and headed over. I kissed Paris on the head, waved at Miss Gore and exchanged that look that said "I know, I need to just leave and she'll be OK" and I left. I made it all the way to the car before I dialed Easy and shed a few tears - mostly I just choked up, no sobbing or anything.
I learned about the car rider line that afternoon. I'm amazed how early I need to be there to be waiting in the actual parking lot and not in the line on the street. Paris hopped in with a smile. She told us (my mom was still here) about her new friend Sarah - who has the "very same" shoes she does! She did say that she did not have fun. Later that evening she explained that she didn't have fun because she "didn't even get to waste any time!" Welcome to life sweet girl.
Tuesday
I got to walk her in to school again because Mom was still here. I took her to the gym where they will meet everyday for assembly to start the day. We found her class, she sat down and never looked back. She looked really tired when I picked her up. She didn't have much to say about school that day...at least not to me. Later that night she told her daddy that she had to "pull her pin." They each start on blue every day and then have to pull their clothes pin and put it on another color should they make a poor choice and not follow the rules. She had to put her pin on yellow because she was hiding under a table and didn't come out when Miss Gore asked her to. She explained that it was because she was supposed to work with a boy that she didn't know and she didn't want to. I think Easy thought she made a good choice to hide from the boy.
Wednesday
This one was tough. My mom left on Tuesday and Tripp had an 8:30 appointment with his speech therapist so I had to start dropping her off at the front of the school. She did a good job and got out of the burb. She gave me a look that was something like "I'm really not sure about this, but you told me I could be a big girl so I'm not going to tell you I'm scared." I saw her look back once to see if I was still there, but I had already moved up through the line of cars. When she didn't see me she just kept going. When I picked her up she announced that she stayed on blue all day. Yea! That night on the way home from church we have this conversation:
Paris: What are we doing tomorrow?
Me: Well, babe, you're going to school.
Paris: But Mommy, I can't go to school on every single day!
Me: You don't have to. There is no school on Saturday or Sunday.
Paris: What about stay-home day? ( a favorite around here!)
Me: Saturday will have to be stay home day for you.
Paris: Is tomorrow Saturday?
Me: No.
Paris: Is the day after that Saturday?
Me: No.
Paris: Is the day after THAT Saturday?
Me: Yes.
Paris: OK. Two days then fun.
Thursday
If Wednesday was tough, Thursday was super tough. She didn't want to get out of the burb. Her eyes clouded up and her bottom lip quivered. She did manage to get out and shut the door, but then the line of cars began to move and she literally had to walk along side the burb as I was driving through. She kept looking in the window at me waving with this look on her face that absolutely ripped my heart to shreds. When we got close enough a Mommy Volunteer saw what was going on and gave me the "It's OK, I'll get her" wave and put her arm around my daughter and walked her in. This was the day that it hit me. IT WAS AWFUL. I missed her. I wanted to be the one making it all better. I called my friend Kara that afternoon and had a good cry. Many other things made this day hard...but that's for another entry.
When she got in the car she told me that she had to pull her pin to orange. That means she made two poor choices. She couldn't "melimber" what the first one was, but the second was talking in line. I know, not a shocker that it involved talking. Here's the story I got:
Paris: My friends kept making me talk in line.
Me: Did they have to pull their pins too?
Paris: No.
Me: Were they talking in line?
Paris: No, they just made me.
I wasn't sure what to say to that so we moved on to another subject. Later that evening she told her daddy that she didn't want her friends to have to pull their pins so she talked so they wouldn't have to. I did explain that starting next week when she has to pull her pin to orange she will loose her computer time for the day.
Friday
Much smoother morning. We were at the front of the line when she had to get out so there was a helper there to open her door and encourage her with a smile. She bounded into the car this afternoon and Miss Gore helped her with a "See you Monday stinker!" I like Miss Gore. Paris stayed on blue all day. When I opened her daily folder I discovered that she was "Queen of the Day" yesterday and all her classmates had drawn pictures of her. They each had written (or at least tried to write) Paris at the top of the page and their own name at the bottom. We had fun looking through it and I got to find out more about the kids in her class while we talked. Did I say I like Miss Gore? I like Miss Gore.
I am shocked at the end of the week at how strong the joy is that wells up inside me when I catch sight of her in the pick up line each day. It's like I'm all of the sudden whole again. I don't really feel incomplete all day while she's gone or anything. But I certainly feel like everything is the way it should be once she's back in the burb with me! We are looking forward to setting no alarms tomorrow and having a "stay home day!"
Monday
Paris woke to her Hello Kitty alarm and was happy to follow our new morning routine. (10 minutes to rest on the couch, 15 minutes to eat breakfast, 15 minutes to get dressed and out the door) She gladly posed for a few pictures. You can see the sass, I mean sparkle in her eyes. She and I load up and head to school. The closer we get to her classroom the tighter her hand gets on mine. We unload her stuff, find her table, and then she realizes I'm leaving. Yes folks, Paris was the cryer in her classroom. I squatted down and comforted her just a bit but remained firm that she would have a great time. As she really started to crank up (there were real tears folks!) Miss Gore caught on and headed over. I kissed Paris on the head, waved at Miss Gore and exchanged that look that said "I know, I need to just leave and she'll be OK" and I left. I made it all the way to the car before I dialed Easy and shed a few tears - mostly I just choked up, no sobbing or anything.
I learned about the car rider line that afternoon. I'm amazed how early I need to be there to be waiting in the actual parking lot and not in the line on the street. Paris hopped in with a smile. She told us (my mom was still here) about her new friend Sarah - who has the "very same" shoes she does! She did say that she did not have fun. Later that evening she explained that she didn't have fun because she "didn't even get to waste any time!" Welcome to life sweet girl.
Tuesday
I got to walk her in to school again because Mom was still here. I took her to the gym where they will meet everyday for assembly to start the day. We found her class, she sat down and never looked back. She looked really tired when I picked her up. She didn't have much to say about school that day...at least not to me. Later that night she told her daddy that she had to "pull her pin." They each start on blue every day and then have to pull their clothes pin and put it on another color should they make a poor choice and not follow the rules. She had to put her pin on yellow because she was hiding under a table and didn't come out when Miss Gore asked her to. She explained that it was because she was supposed to work with a boy that she didn't know and she didn't want to. I think Easy thought she made a good choice to hide from the boy.
Wednesday
This one was tough. My mom left on Tuesday and Tripp had an 8:30 appointment with his speech therapist so I had to start dropping her off at the front of the school. She did a good job and got out of the burb. She gave me a look that was something like "I'm really not sure about this, but you told me I could be a big girl so I'm not going to tell you I'm scared." I saw her look back once to see if I was still there, but I had already moved up through the line of cars. When she didn't see me she just kept going. When I picked her up she announced that she stayed on blue all day. Yea! That night on the way home from church we have this conversation:
Paris: What are we doing tomorrow?
Me: Well, babe, you're going to school.
Paris: But Mommy, I can't go to school on every single day!
Me: You don't have to. There is no school on Saturday or Sunday.
Paris: What about stay-home day? ( a favorite around here!)
Me: Saturday will have to be stay home day for you.
Paris: Is tomorrow Saturday?
Me: No.
Paris: Is the day after that Saturday?
Me: No.
Paris: Is the day after THAT Saturday?
Me: Yes.
Paris: OK. Two days then fun.
Thursday
If Wednesday was tough, Thursday was super tough. She didn't want to get out of the burb. Her eyes clouded up and her bottom lip quivered. She did manage to get out and shut the door, but then the line of cars began to move and she literally had to walk along side the burb as I was driving through. She kept looking in the window at me waving with this look on her face that absolutely ripped my heart to shreds. When we got close enough a Mommy Volunteer saw what was going on and gave me the "It's OK, I'll get her" wave and put her arm around my daughter and walked her in. This was the day that it hit me. IT WAS AWFUL. I missed her. I wanted to be the one making it all better. I called my friend Kara that afternoon and had a good cry. Many other things made this day hard...but that's for another entry.
When she got in the car she told me that she had to pull her pin to orange. That means she made two poor choices. She couldn't "melimber" what the first one was, but the second was talking in line. I know, not a shocker that it involved talking. Here's the story I got:
Paris: My friends kept making me talk in line.
Me: Did they have to pull their pins too?
Paris: No.
Me: Were they talking in line?
Paris: No, they just made me.
I wasn't sure what to say to that so we moved on to another subject. Later that evening she told her daddy that she didn't want her friends to have to pull their pins so she talked so they wouldn't have to. I did explain that starting next week when she has to pull her pin to orange she will loose her computer time for the day.
Friday
Much smoother morning. We were at the front of the line when she had to get out so there was a helper there to open her door and encourage her with a smile. She bounded into the car this afternoon and Miss Gore helped her with a "See you Monday stinker!" I like Miss Gore. Paris stayed on blue all day. When I opened her daily folder I discovered that she was "Queen of the Day" yesterday and all her classmates had drawn pictures of her. They each had written (or at least tried to write) Paris at the top of the page and their own name at the bottom. We had fun looking through it and I got to find out more about the kids in her class while we talked. Did I say I like Miss Gore? I like Miss Gore.
I am shocked at the end of the week at how strong the joy is that wells up inside me when I catch sight of her in the pick up line each day. It's like I'm all of the sudden whole again. I don't really feel incomplete all day while she's gone or anything. But I certainly feel like everything is the way it should be once she's back in the burb with me! We are looking forward to setting no alarms tomorrow and having a "stay home day!"
Monday, August 20, 2007
Guard Cat
As some of you may know, I've been getting up very early in the morning to go jogging before Easy leaves for work. I've had a few friends caution me to "be safe" while I'm out alone. To all of you concerend, I want to put you at ease. Not only do I carry my pepper spray when I jog, I have the ultimate in defense systems.........Rufus. (If you know Rufus, you may now laugh.)
Rufus is our "garage cat." She was a total stray. She is tiny. She's maybe a year old. This is the same Rufus who didn't know what to do with her kittens when she had them. The same Rufus who is a slayer of junebugs, frongs, lizards, and mice. The very same Rufus who allows Paris to lug her around like a ragdoll, purring the whole time. And yes, the same Rufus that was so sly last night and snuck in the house while Easy and the kids were coming in from the pool. (I found her in Paris' room, sleeping on the floor.)
This amazing, talented little cat feels it is her duty to guard me as I jog. She does have some rules though. She will only protect me on Freestone Drive. When I leave that street she will sit and wait patiently as I run around the cul-de-sac or out to the end of the neighborhood and back and then picks right back up with me when I get back to Freestone. So, all of you with concerns, rest easy. Rufus is on the job.
Rufus is our "garage cat." She was a total stray. She is tiny. She's maybe a year old. This is the same Rufus who didn't know what to do with her kittens when she had them. The same Rufus who is a slayer of junebugs, frongs, lizards, and mice. The very same Rufus who allows Paris to lug her around like a ragdoll, purring the whole time. And yes, the same Rufus that was so sly last night and snuck in the house while Easy and the kids were coming in from the pool. (I found her in Paris' room, sleeping on the floor.)
This amazing, talented little cat feels it is her duty to guard me as I jog. She does have some rules though. She will only protect me on Freestone Drive. When I leave that street she will sit and wait patiently as I run around the cul-de-sac or out to the end of the neighborhood and back and then picks right back up with me when I get back to Freestone. So, all of you with concerns, rest easy. Rufus is on the job.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
A request........
I'm not sue who all reads this blog or if thsoe of you who read it ever read my other blog. Today I posted some thoughts on my other blog that I would love to share with anyone who takes the time to read about me and my family. So, if you're reading this and you never click over to read my Temple Remodel.......click the link in the sidebar and you'll know what thoughts have been in my head as of late.......
Friday, August 10, 2007
Vocabulary Lesson
Vivian asked me to post some of her latest vocab acquisitions so that in the event you are nearby you will be able to understand and grant her every wish and desire. Here you go......
"Muh Muh" = More when accompanied by the sign for more. Occasionally it also means milk - which she will sign as well.
"Mama" = me of course!
"Cah-bu" = Cowboy our sweet little dog
"Dog dog" (prounounced without a distinct "g" sound) = any other dog and sometimes Cowboy
"Sna!" = give me my snack now (usually reserved for the church nursery)
"Nigh nigh" = usually in response to "are you ready for night night?" and clearly means yes, please take me to bed
"Bye bye" = self explanitory
"Dada" = that's my Smooch of course!
"Dadoh" = that would be my dad commonly known as Dadoo around here
"Dahpuh" = diaper, as in thank you for my clean one
"Bubba" or sometimes "Dibbuh" = her brother Tripper
"Tay too" = thank you (one of her favorites)
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" (visualize arm flapping and feet clapping with it) = Clearly I am not full so you need to find something else to feed me. I don't care if you are out of food. Just find something and put it in my mouth. Now!
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" (when not in high chair) = Paris, I know you love me. But serisouly, you are gonna have to BACK OFF!!!!
"Hah" (think hat with a silent t) = her version of Hi, this is a new greeting for her
and my personal favorite...............
"Ah Stidi" = Excuse me. Yes, you there. I have pooped in my diaper and it smells. You need to change it now or I will begin screaming and crying.
"Muh Muh" = More when accompanied by the sign for more. Occasionally it also means milk - which she will sign as well.
"Mama" = me of course!
"Cah-bu" = Cowboy our sweet little dog
"Dog dog" (prounounced without a distinct "g" sound) = any other dog and sometimes Cowboy
"Sna!" = give me my snack now (usually reserved for the church nursery)
"Nigh nigh" = usually in response to "are you ready for night night?" and clearly means yes, please take me to bed
"Bye bye" = self explanitory
"Dada" = that's my Smooch of course!
"Dadoh" = that would be my dad commonly known as Dadoo around here
"Dahpuh" = diaper, as in thank you for my clean one
"Bubba" or sometimes "Dibbuh" = her brother Tripper
"Tay too" = thank you (one of her favorites)
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" (visualize arm flapping and feet clapping with it) = Clearly I am not full so you need to find something else to feed me. I don't care if you are out of food. Just find something and put it in my mouth. Now!
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" (when not in high chair) = Paris, I know you love me. But serisouly, you are gonna have to BACK OFF!!!!
"Hah" (think hat with a silent t) = her version of Hi, this is a new greeting for her
and my personal favorite...............
"Ah Stidi" = Excuse me. Yes, you there. I have pooped in my diaper and it smells. You need to change it now or I will begin screaming and crying.
Monday, August 06, 2007
I love my daughter!
I especially love it when she loves things that I love! If creating a shoe store for her Barbies wasn't enough - last night she really stole my heart.
Tripp & Viv were both down for the night. It was almost 8:00 and Easy was done with the yard. We decided we would look and see what nature shows we could find on TV and spend some time with our Princess. As we're getting things settled we have this converstaion:
Paris: What are we going to watch?
Mommy: I don't know, let's see if we can find a show about nature or animals or something.
Paris: Can we watch that show where the guy gets bit by the A. C. R. S.?
Mommy: The R.O.U.S.?
Paris: Yeah.
Daddy: You want to watch The Princess Bride?
Paris: YEAH!!!!!!!
What joy, what joy!! We snuggled into the couch and watched the movie as a family. Everytime Easy or I would quote with the movie Paris would say "I can hear you!" I told her that I couldn't help it. Quoting The Princess Bride is completely involuntary and totally required when watch the show! It was fabulous!
And just in case there are any of you out there that are not familiar with this classic - an ROUS is a Rodent of Unusual Size. I'm not sure what and ACRS would be - any ideas?
Tripp & Viv were both down for the night. It was almost 8:00 and Easy was done with the yard. We decided we would look and see what nature shows we could find on TV and spend some time with our Princess. As we're getting things settled we have this converstaion:
Paris: What are we going to watch?
Mommy: I don't know, let's see if we can find a show about nature or animals or something.
Paris: Can we watch that show where the guy gets bit by the A. C. R. S.?
Mommy: The R.O.U.S.?
Paris: Yeah.
Daddy: You want to watch The Princess Bride?
Paris: YEAH!!!!!!!
What joy, what joy!! We snuggled into the couch and watched the movie as a family. Everytime Easy or I would quote with the movie Paris would say "I can hear you!" I told her that I couldn't help it. Quoting The Princess Bride is completely involuntary and totally required when watch the show! It was fabulous!
And just in case there are any of you out there that are not familiar with this classic - an ROUS is a Rodent of Unusual Size. I'm not sure what and ACRS would be - any ideas?
Friday, August 03, 2007
Seriously Silly
Yesterday was a funny day around here. Great things happened and some just plain silly things happened. Paris' friend Hannah (who is moving on Saturday) spent the whole day (and night!)with us. V went to hang out with "Ms. Stephie" for a while and Paris, Hannah, Tripp and I went to the movies to see Charlotte's Web. Tripp had to make 3 potty runs during the movie, but he told me every time. I was proud. After that we picked up V and headed home for lunch and playtime. Tripp had a haircut appt. at 4:15 - we went and took all 4 kids! I apologized to both our stylist and her mom that runs the shop. It really wasn't all that bad, but I'm sure they would have preferred to not have two 5 year olds having a flip flop flipping contest in their waiting area.
Anyway, the fun started after we got home from there. Tripp came running through the room and shouted in has amazingly cute Tripp voice, "Hallo Hala Balala!" (we call Hannah "Hannah Banana" around here) I didn't even know he actually knew who she was! It was precious. Then my sweet V decided to make a milestone day out of it. She cut another tooth. I saw her bend down from a free standing postion, pick up a toy, and stand back up without ever sitting down. And then she really blew the top off the day by taking steps!!!!!!! For those of you unaware, we've been waiting patiently for this day. She's over 15 months old and was refusing to walk unless she had hold of at least your finger. Well, it seems she finally relalized she could move without a pinky grip. It was the cutest most amazing thing to watch. She then proceded to "walk" to me several times, twice for Paris, and once for her Daddy. Awesome!
My favorite stories for the day come from the late evening grocery store trip the big girls and I took. Paris has a Video Now Jr. that she watches shows on when we travel. She calls it a Nick Jr. because all the shows she watches are Nick Jr. shows. I hadn't taken it out the car yet from her Graggie-Dadoo vacation so she and Hannah were "sharing" it. On the way to the store Hannah starts watching a Dora video. This is what I heard:
Dora: We need to save the prince! Will you help me save the prince?
Hannah: I will! I'll help save the prince too!
Paris: No you won't.
*pause*
Hannah: Yes I will.
Paris: (with attitude and indredulity) Are you in the Nick Jr?
Funny!!! Then as we approached the grocery store I hear this:
Paris: Hannah, look it's the store. I see the sign. Look! It says "A" "Chee" "B"!!! (I start laughing as I realize my daughter just invented a new letter in the alphabet)
Hannah: Paris it says "H" "E" "B".
Paris: That's what I said Hannah! We're going to "HEB" (all run together this time) - that means the grocery store!
Kids crack me up! I don't know what time they went to sleep. At 11:00 I told them to close their peepers because mommy/Ms. Sarah was going to bed. No one got up after that so hopefully they didn't stay up much later chatting! Enjoy your Friday!!
Anyway, the fun started after we got home from there. Tripp came running through the room and shouted in has amazingly cute Tripp voice, "Hallo Hala Balala!" (we call Hannah "Hannah Banana" around here) I didn't even know he actually knew who she was! It was precious. Then my sweet V decided to make a milestone day out of it. She cut another tooth. I saw her bend down from a free standing postion, pick up a toy, and stand back up without ever sitting down. And then she really blew the top off the day by taking steps!!!!!!! For those of you unaware, we've been waiting patiently for this day. She's over 15 months old and was refusing to walk unless she had hold of at least your finger. Well, it seems she finally relalized she could move without a pinky grip. It was the cutest most amazing thing to watch. She then proceded to "walk" to me several times, twice for Paris, and once for her Daddy. Awesome!
My favorite stories for the day come from the late evening grocery store trip the big girls and I took. Paris has a Video Now Jr. that she watches shows on when we travel. She calls it a Nick Jr. because all the shows she watches are Nick Jr. shows. I hadn't taken it out the car yet from her Graggie-Dadoo vacation so she and Hannah were "sharing" it. On the way to the store Hannah starts watching a Dora video. This is what I heard:
Dora: We need to save the prince! Will you help me save the prince?
Hannah: I will! I'll help save the prince too!
Paris: No you won't.
*pause*
Hannah: Yes I will.
Paris: (with attitude and indredulity) Are you in the Nick Jr?
Funny!!! Then as we approached the grocery store I hear this:
Paris: Hannah, look it's the store. I see the sign. Look! It says "A" "Chee" "B"!!! (I start laughing as I realize my daughter just invented a new letter in the alphabet)
Hannah: Paris it says "H" "E" "B".
Paris: That's what I said Hannah! We're going to "HEB" (all run together this time) - that means the grocery store!
Kids crack me up! I don't know what time they went to sleep. At 11:00 I told them to close their peepers because mommy/Ms. Sarah was going to bed. No one got up after that so hopefully they didn't stay up much later chatting! Enjoy your Friday!!
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
An Alarming Sight
Yesterday when I went out to get the mail my little dog Cowboy went out with me. As I was coming back towards the house I see my dog showing inappropriate affection to our cat. And the cat, Rufus, was letting him. No hissing, no paw batting. It was quite alarming. I'm guessing that Rufus has been really lonely since we were all gone for a 4-day weekend.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Unintended Break
Well, that was quite a lengthy break from blogging and I assure you it was unintended. Our internet went down Saturday before last and it just got repaired today. Talk about frustrating!!!
I really have nothing fabulous to say about the happenings around here during my blog absence. We've been living life and it's been pretty good. I will brag on my hubby. We have had an unprecidented (sp?) two weekends in a row at home with no big plans and WOW how productive he (we) have been. The pressed tin backsplash is up in my kitchen. My microwave has been lowered to a normal height (it was previously installed for use by Goliath). All the touch up painting with our main wall color has been done. The last few thresholds have been installed. My Duet W&D are now sitting a top some platforms crafted by my Smooch so that I no longer must bend over at the wasit to load and unload them. The door going from our utility room to the garage has been reset so that it lets much less ac out and doesn't shut itself when your bringing in the groceries. And our utility room is clean and organized. I'm amazed at what can be accomplished if we just stay home!
I really have nothing fabulous to say about the happenings around here during my blog absence. We've been living life and it's been pretty good. I will brag on my hubby. We have had an unprecidented (sp?) two weekends in a row at home with no big plans and WOW how productive he (we) have been. The pressed tin backsplash is up in my kitchen. My microwave has been lowered to a normal height (it was previously installed for use by Goliath). All the touch up painting with our main wall color has been done. The last few thresholds have been installed. My Duet W&D are now sitting a top some platforms crafted by my Smooch so that I no longer must bend over at the wasit to load and unload them. The door going from our utility room to the garage has been reset so that it lets much less ac out and doesn't shut itself when your bringing in the groceries. And our utility room is clean and organized. I'm amazed at what can be accomplished if we just stay home!
Monday, July 02, 2007
Shoe Stores, Girl Shorts, and Real Underwear
Just a few tidbits from life as of late...............
I popped in to check on Paris during rest time last week and she says,"Look Mommy, I made a shoe store!" And indeed she had. Thanks to my good friend Dasha, Paris now has a few Barbies and all there attire/accessories - including many pairs of shoes. (These were all Dasha's as a kid and she now has two boys so she's giving Paris her Barbies) Well, my sweet daughter (after my own worldly heart) had taken all the shoes and arranged them in varying levels inside two of her big Petshop toys. Her Barbies were there, visiting a most creative shoe store. Needless to say, Paris received much praise for her creativity!
Girl shorts rock. OK, this is probably more info than you want but since I got married I've gained a lot of weight. (see my other blog for part of my journey back down!) As I got bigger I gave up on cute panties and adopted mommy panties. Now, I'm not talking granny panties that cover everything from your belly button to your knees, but definitely mommy panties. You know, all cotton, no sexy. Well, on a recent whim (prompted by reading Sheet Music) I solicited some input from my better half and I wound up buying some Hanes "girl shorts." Can we say comfortable? And amazingly my husband says they are up a bit on the sexy scale. Who knew sexy and comfy could reside in one pair of panties? (and they're still all cotton!!!)
And since we're speaking of undies - my son is wearing real underwear out in public. Yeasterday morning I got up and thought," It's July first. You're wearing underwear." We've been sort of in process with him since Christmas. The car is the last frontier. He does a good job of telling you he needs to go everywhere except the car. In the car he just pees. Even if he just went minutes before we pull out of the driveway, he pees. So, I started lining his carseat with little lap pads I still have from the very newborn stage (like I've had them since I had Paris and never used them!) and they are helping a great deal. Today he learned "No tt in cah seat." He did go to church & lunch out yesterday with NO accidents. Yea Tripp!! (and yea me!)
I popped in to check on Paris during rest time last week and she says,"Look Mommy, I made a shoe store!" And indeed she had. Thanks to my good friend Dasha, Paris now has a few Barbies and all there attire/accessories - including many pairs of shoes. (These were all Dasha's as a kid and she now has two boys so she's giving Paris her Barbies) Well, my sweet daughter (after my own worldly heart) had taken all the shoes and arranged them in varying levels inside two of her big Petshop toys. Her Barbies were there, visiting a most creative shoe store. Needless to say, Paris received much praise for her creativity!
Girl shorts rock. OK, this is probably more info than you want but since I got married I've gained a lot of weight. (see my other blog for part of my journey back down!) As I got bigger I gave up on cute panties and adopted mommy panties. Now, I'm not talking granny panties that cover everything from your belly button to your knees, but definitely mommy panties. You know, all cotton, no sexy. Well, on a recent whim (prompted by reading Sheet Music) I solicited some input from my better half and I wound up buying some Hanes "girl shorts." Can we say comfortable? And amazingly my husband says they are up a bit on the sexy scale. Who knew sexy and comfy could reside in one pair of panties? (and they're still all cotton!!!)
And since we're speaking of undies - my son is wearing real underwear out in public. Yeasterday morning I got up and thought," It's July first. You're wearing underwear." We've been sort of in process with him since Christmas. The car is the last frontier. He does a good job of telling you he needs to go everywhere except the car. In the car he just pees. Even if he just went minutes before we pull out of the driveway, he pees. So, I started lining his carseat with little lap pads I still have from the very newborn stage (like I've had them since I had Paris and never used them!) and they are helping a great deal. Today he learned "No tt in cah seat." He did go to church & lunch out yesterday with NO accidents. Yea Tripp!! (and yea me!)
Sunday, June 24, 2007
My daughter is 5.
I don't understand how that happened exactly. I mean, I know I've been around for the last five years watching her grow up, but somehow it jsut doesn't seem possible that she's 5 and about to start kindergarten.
5 years ago I was one exhausted woman right about now. If memory serves me correctly, we were probably rubbing a cold wash cloth on a beautiful newborn trying to get her to wake up enough to attempt nursing. I have to say, she was stubborn even a few hours after entering the world. (I suppose some things don't really change.) Now it's all I can do to get her to go to sleep at night.
It amazes me to know how much she has grown and developed in the last five years. From being so totally dependent on me (and her daddy and her Graggie) to care for her to this amazingly beuatiful girl that loves fiercly and takes challenge on with zeal. Don't get me wrong, she still has her moments when "I can't" is all she says and she really wants me to do things for her that she is totally capable of herself. But she is just so brave and friendly and flamboyant. (Not sure if I spelled that right, but anyone who hangs out with us knows the word fits!) And soon she's going to the "Big K" where she'll have new friends and new adventures and all new challenges. (Like being quiet and being away from me and her siblings "ALL day")
I guess as I sit here thinking of the last 5 years I realize how blessed I am. I have an amazing family. God has brought us through some major challenges in the last five years. Knowing that and looking out in my backyard this evening watching my hunky hubby push 2 of our three kids on the swingset and hearing our 3rd babble quietly through the baby monitor gives me such tremendous peace. God has brought us to this place. I know we will face all sorts of things in the next 5 years, but I'm not worried. God got us here and I know He has a plan for where we will be in five years. I know He will see us through every trial we face. I know He will be sitting there with Paris on her first day of kindergarten and that He will amazingly be sitting with me at the same moment as I'm sure I will have a "big cry" when I get home from dropping her off. His constant presence is what gets me through my everday and I know He won't ever let me down.
Father, thank you for the last five years. I have no idea what the next 5 will be like, but as long as you're steering the ship, I'm up for the ride. Let's set sail.
5 years ago I was one exhausted woman right about now. If memory serves me correctly, we were probably rubbing a cold wash cloth on a beautiful newborn trying to get her to wake up enough to attempt nursing. I have to say, she was stubborn even a few hours after entering the world. (I suppose some things don't really change.) Now it's all I can do to get her to go to sleep at night.
It amazes me to know how much she has grown and developed in the last five years. From being so totally dependent on me (and her daddy and her Graggie) to care for her to this amazingly beuatiful girl that loves fiercly and takes challenge on with zeal. Don't get me wrong, she still has her moments when "I can't" is all she says and she really wants me to do things for her that she is totally capable of herself. But she is just so brave and friendly and flamboyant. (Not sure if I spelled that right, but anyone who hangs out with us knows the word fits!) And soon she's going to the "Big K" where she'll have new friends and new adventures and all new challenges. (Like being quiet and being away from me and her siblings "ALL day")
I guess as I sit here thinking of the last 5 years I realize how blessed I am. I have an amazing family. God has brought us through some major challenges in the last five years. Knowing that and looking out in my backyard this evening watching my hunky hubby push 2 of our three kids on the swingset and hearing our 3rd babble quietly through the baby monitor gives me such tremendous peace. God has brought us to this place. I know we will face all sorts of things in the next 5 years, but I'm not worried. God got us here and I know He has a plan for where we will be in five years. I know He will see us through every trial we face. I know He will be sitting there with Paris on her first day of kindergarten and that He will amazingly be sitting with me at the same moment as I'm sure I will have a "big cry" when I get home from dropping her off. His constant presence is what gets me through my everday and I know He won't ever let me down.
Father, thank you for the last five years. I have no idea what the next 5 will be like, but as long as you're steering the ship, I'm up for the ride. Let's set sail.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Danger Girl Strikes Again!
She's cute. She's tan. She has great hair. She's adventurous and brave...........and she gets hurt.........a lot. Never heard of Danger Girl? Here's her track record:
Age 7 months - attempting to walk a little prematurely and falls, hitting head on a window sill. Results in 3 stitches in the left eyebrow. Mother is left with a major migraine.
Age 12 months - falls down a full flight of stairs head over feet (over head over feet) and escapes unscathed. Her mother had a breakdown as she witnessed the whole thing.
Age 2 1/2 years - in her excitement over her first Christmas at home she flies out of the bathroom and runs into the corner of the wall. Results in another 3 stitches in left eyebrow. Mother and Father and left exhausted, but no migraine ensues. Several days later she hits her stitches at a good friends house and busts the wound open again. Several days after that while letting a cousin's dog literally drag her around the yard by a rope, she busts it open a second time.
Age 4 1/2 - bounding over the ottoman, she takes a little tumble and bounces her head off a wooden chest. Mother, now used to the sight of a bleeding head scoops her up and tells Father to get off the potty so he can take us to the ER. Fearing stitches are in the near future, Danger Girl show a rare moment of fear as she totally FREAKS OUT at the idea of the ER. A quick change in approach calms her as she is convinced they are only going to Scott & White, not the ER. One very large blob of dermabond later she's all better. Mother and Father are a little tired.
And most recently, a mere week and a half from her 5th birthday she attempts scaling the local mall treehouse from the outside. Result? A nasty little scrape and a bruised, possibly hairline fractured, rib. Mother and Father, now used to injuries and somewhat doubtful of her whines and complaints (did I mention she also maquerades as Drama Girl?) let it be over night and take her to the doctor nearly 24 hours after the injury. No real course of treatment other than a few days of Motrin. Mother thinks briefly of feeling guilty for not taking her in sooner, then banishes the thought as she gets lunch ready for Danger/Drama Girl and her little brother Number Man and baby sister The Cuteness.
So, if you spend time with this family..................Keep your eyes open, and your hand on the phone, Danger Girl may strike near you!
Age 7 months - attempting to walk a little prematurely and falls, hitting head on a window sill. Results in 3 stitches in the left eyebrow. Mother is left with a major migraine.
Age 12 months - falls down a full flight of stairs head over feet (over head over feet) and escapes unscathed. Her mother had a breakdown as she witnessed the whole thing.
Age 2 1/2 years - in her excitement over her first Christmas at home she flies out of the bathroom and runs into the corner of the wall. Results in another 3 stitches in left eyebrow. Mother and Father and left exhausted, but no migraine ensues. Several days later she hits her stitches at a good friends house and busts the wound open again. Several days after that while letting a cousin's dog literally drag her around the yard by a rope, she busts it open a second time.
Age 4 1/2 - bounding over the ottoman, she takes a little tumble and bounces her head off a wooden chest. Mother, now used to the sight of a bleeding head scoops her up and tells Father to get off the potty so he can take us to the ER. Fearing stitches are in the near future, Danger Girl show a rare moment of fear as she totally FREAKS OUT at the idea of the ER. A quick change in approach calms her as she is convinced they are only going to Scott & White, not the ER. One very large blob of dermabond later she's all better. Mother and Father are a little tired.
And most recently, a mere week and a half from her 5th birthday she attempts scaling the local mall treehouse from the outside. Result? A nasty little scrape and a bruised, possibly hairline fractured, rib. Mother and Father, now used to injuries and somewhat doubtful of her whines and complaints (did I mention she also maquerades as Drama Girl?) let it be over night and take her to the doctor nearly 24 hours after the injury. No real course of treatment other than a few days of Motrin. Mother thinks briefly of feeling guilty for not taking her in sooner, then banishes the thought as she gets lunch ready for Danger/Drama Girl and her little brother Number Man and baby sister The Cuteness.
So, if you spend time with this family..................Keep your eyes open, and your hand on the phone, Danger Girl may strike near you!
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Quite a Surprise!
If you've been following my Temple Remodel (link is in the sidebar) you know that I purchased some workout videos to use on Wednesday afternoons to get another cardio day in my schedule. So, today is Wednesday and I got started. The video I used today I bought at Half Price Books. (actually, I sold them enough books that I didn't have to spend any money out of pocket!) I looked it over in the store. It's call Jazzthetics I think. I thought it was a good buy because it's a 2-sided DVD with 2 workouts on side A and 3 on side B. So, I got the little ones off to rest time and Paris was excited to watch me "dance" in the living room. Trying to decide where to start I thoroughly read the back of the case and see that side A is 2 35 minute jazz workouts hosted by.........Traci Lords?!?!?!? uh-oh. So, I thought to myself that maybe this, um, person actually made a workout video. Afterall, she must have a fabulous body to make her money in that industry she's so famous for. I plug it in and see a few of the pics on the main menu and decide it's probably not the video I'll be using while my almost 5 year old is watching me dance! Good thing there was a side B. It was hokey, but it made me sweat and there were even a few parts I couldn't do so I'm guessing it will do what I need it to do - at least for a while. I find myself very releived that I bought another video brand new at Target - it does NOT have Traci Lords in it.
Oh, and just so you know, once Paris went to rest I plugged in Side A just to see what it was. I suppose you could call it an exercise video, but I won't be using it. All I saw was Traci Lords in a tiny bikini bottom, sports bra, and ballet flats (all in canary yellow) making a kind of serious, stare intently at the camera while pouting a little face while stretching. I watched just long enough to hear the instructor (a voice over) start the work out with.....hip rolls. Than I hear from behind me in Paris' sweet little voice, "Wow Mommy, she's really pretty." That was the end of the video. And to Ms. Traci Lords I say this,"My daughter thinks you are beautiful and that is exactly how God made you. I pray for you today that you allow God to make your entire life as beautiful as He wants it to be. And no mam, I will not be using your video."
Oh, and just so you know, once Paris went to rest I plugged in Side A just to see what it was. I suppose you could call it an exercise video, but I won't be using it. All I saw was Traci Lords in a tiny bikini bottom, sports bra, and ballet flats (all in canary yellow) making a kind of serious, stare intently at the camera while pouting a little face while stretching. I watched just long enough to hear the instructor (a voice over) start the work out with.....hip rolls. Than I hear from behind me in Paris' sweet little voice, "Wow Mommy, she's really pretty." That was the end of the video. And to Ms. Traci Lords I say this,"My daughter thinks you are beautiful and that is exactly how God made you. I pray for you today that you allow God to make your entire life as beautiful as He wants it to be. And no mam, I will not be using your video."
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Relaxing in to Summer
Not much going on around here. I'm settling into our new routine for the summer. We're playing with friends and getting some exercise. You can see a more accurate look at what's going on if your read my other blog. The link is in my sidebar.
Kids are doing well. Paris is having a hard time adjusting to an increase in physical activity. She keep saying she's tired and her legs are sore. When it's time to run in the splash pad or play on the playground however, her body feel sjust fine. She resists structure. Kindergarten will be interesting. I did get her registered for that yesterday so we're good to go come the end of August. Tripp is doing well. He's talking more and more. The potty thing is getting better ins ome areas and staying slow in others. I'm just doing my best to stay patient and not push him too much. He's a sensitive little dude so we just keep praising all the good stuff and being as non-reactive as possible when he has an accident. Vivie is growing and babbling all the time. She is cruising furniture well now. I even saw her stand all by her self for a few seconds the other day. Again, I'm not rushing this process. She'll walk when she's good and ready.
I guess that 's about it. We're just finding our groove for the summer months and really enjoying all the time we're spending with friends. I hope you are all enjoying your summer!
Kids are doing well. Paris is having a hard time adjusting to an increase in physical activity. She keep saying she's tired and her legs are sore. When it's time to run in the splash pad or play on the playground however, her body feel sjust fine. She resists structure. Kindergarten will be interesting. I did get her registered for that yesterday so we're good to go come the end of August. Tripp is doing well. He's talking more and more. The potty thing is getting better ins ome areas and staying slow in others. I'm just doing my best to stay patient and not push him too much. He's a sensitive little dude so we just keep praising all the good stuff and being as non-reactive as possible when he has an accident. Vivie is growing and babbling all the time. She is cruising furniture well now. I even saw her stand all by her self for a few seconds the other day. Again, I'm not rushing this process. She'll walk when she's good and ready.
I guess that 's about it. We're just finding our groove for the summer months and really enjoying all the time we're spending with friends. I hope you are all enjoying your summer!
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Snuggle Up!
I've found a new favorite thing. They're called Snuggles. I'm sure your think this is some sort of comfy shoe or blanket or pillow....but it's a food. Snuggles are a whole wheat bread product. Think hot dog bun, but without all the puffy air. They're great for housing sausage or hot dogs. Today I had chicken salad in them. he back of the package suggests trying some cream cheese on your favorite lunchmeat wrapped around a pickle inside. I haven't tried that yet, but it sounds good. Anyway, I'm just excited becasue they taste so good! When I was pregers with Tripp I developed an aversion to wheat bread. Since then I have wanted to replace the white sammie bread I usually use with a healthier option, but had yet to find one that tasted good to me. Snuggles fit the bill! They actually add good flavor to my food. Good and good for you (or at least better for you than white bread). I guess the down side is that like any other specialty item they aren't terribly cost effective. I'm use to paying less than a buck for a whole loaf of bread and Snuggles are $2 for 8. I think I'll keep the Snuggles for Mommy and let the kids eat the "cheap" bread!
Friday, May 25, 2007
No Baptizing
Yesterday I watched a friend's boys for about 5 hours. One of them is Paris' age and if you've been around her much you have surely heard about him. She is, afterall, planning to marry this young man. He and his older brother were here yesterday. The kids were having a blast. I got our little pool set up so they could splash around. Right about the time I got everything set up and they really started having fun, Vivian decided she wanted to go inside and have lunch. So, I opened the back windows and gave the big kids a warning that I would be just inside and that I would be able to see them and hear them while I fed Vivie and got Tripp into some dry clothes. (He was cold so he wanted to go in too.) As I'm getting things ready in the house the big kids start to get a little rambunctious. I listen closing and hear the following:
Young D: No, D----!
Paris: Me either, that's scary!
Young D: D----! I said no!
Older D: Who wants to be baptized!?! (as he tries to shove his little brothers head in the water)
Paris: Let him go!
Older D: Who wants to be baptized!?!
And before I know it I hear myself saying..........
"No baptizing in my pool!!"
I'm not sure if that was appropriate or not. It's definitely one of those sentences that made me laught the minute it came out of my mouth. No one grows up thinking "When I grow up one of my rules will be 'No baptizing in my pool.'" I suppose if my little pool was needed for a baptism I would gladly oblige. It would be important, however, that all participants in the process were willing. Yesterday that was clearly not the case.
Young D: No, D----!
Paris: Me either, that's scary!
Young D: D----! I said no!
Older D: Who wants to be baptized!?! (as he tries to shove his little brothers head in the water)
Paris: Let him go!
Older D: Who wants to be baptized!?!
And before I know it I hear myself saying..........
"No baptizing in my pool!!"
I'm not sure if that was appropriate or not. It's definitely one of those sentences that made me laught the minute it came out of my mouth. No one grows up thinking "When I grow up one of my rules will be 'No baptizing in my pool.'" I suppose if my little pool was needed for a baptism I would gladly oblige. It would be important, however, that all participants in the process were willing. Yesterday that was clearly not the case.
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