I'm one of those, I-kind-of-hate-Valentine's-Day-but-I-love-the-candy-and-dressing-in-festive-colors-anyway kind of gal. I don't care that it's (completely!) a Hallmark holiday or really that it "forces" people to show/declare their love one day rather than throughout the year. I just refuse to make plans OUT on Valentine's evening because it is so crowded everywhere, full of awkward people who never go out with each other the rest of the year and it costs double what it normally does.
Today, PJO and I got away and had a lunch date at a restaurant near the halfway point between our offices. Other than the fact that work made me late, it was perfect. Quiet and romantic, outside in the beautiful sunshine. We don't normally do gifts, but he surprised me with flowers and cupcakes from the best bakery EVER. I surprised him with concert tickets to a band he loves and I ...don't. Tonight we have plans to eat heart-shaped pizza and drink champagne, like we do every year.
Timmy loves Valentines day too. He had a party at school today and we brought valentines to give to his classmates. They were the perforated Toy Story 32-to-a-box cards, which PJO helped him write "To Friend, From Timmy" on and tape a candy to. Timmy painstakingly put a heart sticker in the perfect place on every single one while eating his oatmeal this morning.
Ellie is wearing her heart ruffle-butt leggings and that is the extent of her participation in the holiday, but that's enough.
The best part of today, though, is related to shoes. I realized Sunday that Ellie has no shoes to wear for her baptism, which is this coming Sunday. I looked online and found a pair at Nordstrom that I loved, but they didn't have them in stock anywhere local and I didn't want to chance the timing of shipping. So then I found them on Zappos. While I was there, I got a pair of dress shoes for Timmy that were on sale. And then the suggestions on the right side of my screen flashed a beautiful pair of pumps that were only available in my size and were about half off. So I closed my eyes and figured it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission. Placed the order Sunday afternoon and paid $7 to upgrade shipping to 3 days just in case. I noticed that I hadn't received an email saying "your order has shipped!" this morning, so I called Zappos to see if they knew when it would ship. The Customer Service rep said, let me refund you that $7 and upgrade you to next day UPS. Oh, and here, let me invite you to VIP membership, so you will always get free next-business-day shipping. So even though I didn't complain, I got all sorts of perks. Talk about amazing customer service. Now I should get the shoes on Thursday! WOOHOO
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Friday, November 18, 2011
Talking Points
The craziness of packing/moving on top of being a new mom to two has made my already poor blogging record even more abysmal. But, there are always things I plan on writing about that I just run out of time to actually type out, so I'll summarize a few things now.
First, the kind of shitty update - looking for daycare in our new area. Specifically, looking at infant care. This is hard and I am torn about what to write because I'm still not 100% sure what we'll do. The first daycare we looked at had an infant room where the "teachers" were all old women who spoke broken English and ran the room like a factory. Two kids in the swings at a time, two kids in the stroller going for a "walk" through the halls of the building with the woman pushing looking like a dazed robot. A baby lying on the floor with nothing to look at and no one talking to her. In a word, heartbreaking. I understand that if you put a baby in daycare, he or she won't get the kind of personalized attention that he or she would get with a nanny, but it would be nice if one of the caregivers actually took an interest in the baby. So even though this place would have been fine for Timmy, I told PJO we couldn't put Ellie there. I felt no real regret about this since the cost of the infant room was $400 more per month than it would have been at Timmy's current daycare.
So the next place we looked at was better...younger and more engaging teachers holding the babies, talking to them. There was a wider range of ages (still just 0-1 year) so there was some activity/noise in the room. There were more baby toys/playmats so it didn't seem quite so boring. This room has video monitors so that I would be able to watch from work. But still...when the ratio of teachers to babies is 1:4, there is going to be a lot of time that the baby spends on her own. It's not like I spend 100% of my time with Ellie holding her and talking to her, but it just seems so sad to put her in daycare at this age. I know Timmy loves and needs school in his life, so I rarely, if ever, feel guilt over sending him somewhere. But there is no such reasoning in Ellie's case. At least not yet.
This second school seems ok for Timmy too. Not fabulous. It's hard comparing new schools to where he is now because I don't think it's possible for him to have teachers or an environment better for him than where he is right now. I'll miss the Montessori environment and I sort of felt like there was less stimulation and fewer activities for Timmy there. But it's a better move for the family to be down there and I know preschoolers are very adaptable and he'll be taken care of wherever we put him. But is that enough? I want him to thrive and I want teachers who genuinely care about him and want to help him succeed. It's hard to know from a tour whether we'll get that at a new place.
Our third option would be to put Timmy in a preschool and pay my mom to be Ellie's nanny. Almost all Montessori programs where we are moving are toddler and up, so I think there will be some good places for Timmy that we haven't looked at yet since they were lacking an infant room. I love the idea of Ellie being with one-on-one care and not being exposed to daycare germs so young. It would be nice to have someone at home for days when Timmy is sick or just to be able to switch on the crockpot or put dinner in the oven. But I'm not sure I want to hire my mom as an employee (and she needs to make some money to cover her monthly expenses) and I will eventually want Ellie in daycare when she can interact and learn there, so I don't want to screw up my mom's job situation needlessly.
This process is making me realize that it's only going to get harder as my kids get older to move and change up their world. Timmy has only been in this school for 15 months and it actually makes me want to cry thinking about him losing his favorite teachers and friends there. On the other hand, I can't wait to switch Pediatricians. I waited over an hour yesterday for Ellie's 2 month check-up and still have to go back next week for shots because she had a cold.
The good things are much quicker updates.
This week we experienced the best and most important milestone to date in Timmy's short life: He woke up, entertained himself and didn't come get me until 7:30AM. I was making him eggs for breakfast and when I went to put the plate down on the table, I noticed a plate was already there. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that it was a plastic plate with pretend food on it. His toys were all over the living room. It was an early Christmas miracle!
We are getting ready for our move and should be settled enough to enjoy Christmas and Timmy's birthday in the new place. We have movers hired and some boxes packed. December 5th will be a long day but I am really looking forward to being there.
I finally took the Dr.'s advice and got Ellie up last night for a "dream feed" at 11pm before I went to sleep. I kept her swaddled and she never woke up, then she rewarded me with sleeping until 6am.
PJO and I went to the wedding of a co-worker of mine a few weeks ago. She is marrying the son of a famous party planner, and the wedding was easily the most gorgeous wedding I've ever been to. A former client of the mother-in-law was there...let me just say that Heidi Klum is every bit as gorgeous in person as she is on TV and in magazines. Unbelievable.
After 5 years of hosting a big Thanksgiving dinner at our place, we're taking a break this year. Thursday we'll head to my mom's new house and she's cooking. I'm sure it will be low key and relatively easy. Then we're going to take Timmy to see the Muppets movie. As much as I love the rush of holiday shopping on Black Friday, I'll probably skip that this year in favor of online shopping for the few things we need. I love the holidays!
First, the kind of shitty update - looking for daycare in our new area. Specifically, looking at infant care. This is hard and I am torn about what to write because I'm still not 100% sure what we'll do. The first daycare we looked at had an infant room where the "teachers" were all old women who spoke broken English and ran the room like a factory. Two kids in the swings at a time, two kids in the stroller going for a "walk" through the halls of the building with the woman pushing looking like a dazed robot. A baby lying on the floor with nothing to look at and no one talking to her. In a word, heartbreaking. I understand that if you put a baby in daycare, he or she won't get the kind of personalized attention that he or she would get with a nanny, but it would be nice if one of the caregivers actually took an interest in the baby. So even though this place would have been fine for Timmy, I told PJO we couldn't put Ellie there. I felt no real regret about this since the cost of the infant room was $400 more per month than it would have been at Timmy's current daycare.
So the next place we looked at was better...younger and more engaging teachers holding the babies, talking to them. There was a wider range of ages (still just 0-1 year) so there was some activity/noise in the room. There were more baby toys/playmats so it didn't seem quite so boring. This room has video monitors so that I would be able to watch from work. But still...when the ratio of teachers to babies is 1:4, there is going to be a lot of time that the baby spends on her own. It's not like I spend 100% of my time with Ellie holding her and talking to her, but it just seems so sad to put her in daycare at this age. I know Timmy loves and needs school in his life, so I rarely, if ever, feel guilt over sending him somewhere. But there is no such reasoning in Ellie's case. At least not yet.
This second school seems ok for Timmy too. Not fabulous. It's hard comparing new schools to where he is now because I don't think it's possible for him to have teachers or an environment better for him than where he is right now. I'll miss the Montessori environment and I sort of felt like there was less stimulation and fewer activities for Timmy there. But it's a better move for the family to be down there and I know preschoolers are very adaptable and he'll be taken care of wherever we put him. But is that enough? I want him to thrive and I want teachers who genuinely care about him and want to help him succeed. It's hard to know from a tour whether we'll get that at a new place.
Our third option would be to put Timmy in a preschool and pay my mom to be Ellie's nanny. Almost all Montessori programs where we are moving are toddler and up, so I think there will be some good places for Timmy that we haven't looked at yet since they were lacking an infant room. I love the idea of Ellie being with one-on-one care and not being exposed to daycare germs so young. It would be nice to have someone at home for days when Timmy is sick or just to be able to switch on the crockpot or put dinner in the oven. But I'm not sure I want to hire my mom as an employee (and she needs to make some money to cover her monthly expenses) and I will eventually want Ellie in daycare when she can interact and learn there, so I don't want to screw up my mom's job situation needlessly.
This process is making me realize that it's only going to get harder as my kids get older to move and change up their world. Timmy has only been in this school for 15 months and it actually makes me want to cry thinking about him losing his favorite teachers and friends there. On the other hand, I can't wait to switch Pediatricians. I waited over an hour yesterday for Ellie's 2 month check-up and still have to go back next week for shots because she had a cold.
The good things are much quicker updates.
This week we experienced the best and most important milestone to date in Timmy's short life: He woke up, entertained himself and didn't come get me until 7:30AM. I was making him eggs for breakfast and when I went to put the plate down on the table, I noticed a plate was already there. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that it was a plastic plate with pretend food on it. His toys were all over the living room. It was an early Christmas miracle!
We are getting ready for our move and should be settled enough to enjoy Christmas and Timmy's birthday in the new place. We have movers hired and some boxes packed. December 5th will be a long day but I am really looking forward to being there.
I finally took the Dr.'s advice and got Ellie up last night for a "dream feed" at 11pm before I went to sleep. I kept her swaddled and she never woke up, then she rewarded me with sleeping until 6am.
PJO and I went to the wedding of a co-worker of mine a few weeks ago. She is marrying the son of a famous party planner, and the wedding was easily the most gorgeous wedding I've ever been to. A former client of the mother-in-law was there...let me just say that Heidi Klum is every bit as gorgeous in person as she is on TV and in magazines. Unbelievable.
After 5 years of hosting a big Thanksgiving dinner at our place, we're taking a break this year. Thursday we'll head to my mom's new house and she's cooking. I'm sure it will be low key and relatively easy. Then we're going to take Timmy to see the Muppets movie. As much as I love the rush of holiday shopping on Black Friday, I'll probably skip that this year in favor of online shopping for the few things we need. I love the holidays!
Monday, April 25, 2011
Moving from the sidelines to the field
One of Timmy's quirks is a variety of independence. I wouldn't say he's a "fiercely independent" toddler in all respects, but he sure doesn't want to do something just because he is told to. A lot of times, this plays out in the refusal to participate in activities designed for kids to have fun. For example, "circle time" or any organized game that involves listening to directions and following the herd. Sometimes, I am convinced that he runs away when the other kids dutifully dance around in a circle just to spite me. (This has to be at least partly true, because I am told he follows directions and participates in circle time at school). But then sometimes I see him assess the situation, look at the other kids enjoying themselves, and decide he would rather do something different. These times remind me that he is indeed my child, acting much like I acted throughout childhood and sometimes still act.
Easter was a good example of the latter. My friends (I lovingly refer to them as my "mom friends") put on a little egg hunt for our kids. While they were all lining up at the gate, breathless with anticipation to be let in the park and retrieve as many eggs as they could fit in their baskets, Timmy was crying and trying to go back home to see what was taking Daddy so long to get to the park. When he finally stepped in to the field of pastel-colored landmines, he would gingerly step over each one as he tried to survey the situation. When I convinced him to take the plastic egg I handed him and promised that he would like what was inside, shaking it to illustrate, he promptly snatched it from my grasp, opened it up and his face lit up at the sight of candy. (How do they know certain wrappers mean candy?) Instead of trying to gather more eggs to maximize his candy yield, he hightailed it over to a bench so he could eat his candy in peace. I thought for a minute he just didn't get the concept at all.
But he seemed happy munching on some chocolate, watching his friends sprint to all corners of the park, dumping eggs into their little toddler-sized baskets. When his friends were getting frustrated that the only eggs left were well-hidden, he inspected the bubbles he had been given by the "Easter bunny." Then, when the eggs were all picked up and the floor bare, he casually walked around, scooping up eggs from the now-ignored baskets and inspected the contents of every one. Upon encountering a cookie or fun toy, he ran over to give it to me for safe-keeping. Something less desirable he would put back into the egg and place the egg back in the basket, as if it never happened.
I have to say, it's not traditional, but I love his strategy. I'll have to tell him that it won't work as well when he hunts for easter eggs with the bigger kids. But gosh, toddlers are cute.
Easter was a good example of the latter. My friends (I lovingly refer to them as my "mom friends") put on a little egg hunt for our kids. While they were all lining up at the gate, breathless with anticipation to be let in the park and retrieve as many eggs as they could fit in their baskets, Timmy was crying and trying to go back home to see what was taking Daddy so long to get to the park. When he finally stepped in to the field of pastel-colored landmines, he would gingerly step over each one as he tried to survey the situation. When I convinced him to take the plastic egg I handed him and promised that he would like what was inside, shaking it to illustrate, he promptly snatched it from my grasp, opened it up and his face lit up at the sight of candy. (How do they know certain wrappers mean candy?) Instead of trying to gather more eggs to maximize his candy yield, he hightailed it over to a bench so he could eat his candy in peace. I thought for a minute he just didn't get the concept at all.
But he seemed happy munching on some chocolate, watching his friends sprint to all corners of the park, dumping eggs into their little toddler-sized baskets. When his friends were getting frustrated that the only eggs left were well-hidden, he inspected the bubbles he had been given by the "Easter bunny." Then, when the eggs were all picked up and the floor bare, he casually walked around, scooping up eggs from the now-ignored baskets and inspected the contents of every one. Upon encountering a cookie or fun toy, he ran over to give it to me for safe-keeping. Something less desirable he would put back into the egg and place the egg back in the basket, as if it never happened.
I have to say, it's not traditional, but I love his strategy. I'll have to tell him that it won't work as well when he hunts for easter eggs with the bigger kids. But gosh, toddlers are cute.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
My Little Lover
Although I think we may be on the brink of the terrible twos, I would gladly strap Timmy into a time capsule and try to preserve him just as he is forever if I could. He is old enough now to know exactly how to make us laugh or swoon but still innocent enough to always have good intentions.
He gives kisses and hugs on command, will blow lots of kisses every time he says "bye bye" and he snuggles with everything. He has about a million variations of stuffed animals and he often walks around the house with them, squeezing them tightly. In the car, we keep a monkey and immediately upon sitting in his carseat, he'll ask to "snagh" him. If he wants to show us something, he'll reach for our hand or finger and lead the way right to it.
When he says "pleeeeeeeze" he'll give the biggest, cheesiest grin and promptly say "tu tu' (thank you) when he gets what he was asking for.
He still likes for me to carry him when we head out in the morning, so this morning he was pointing out all the things he gets excited about (vacuum, doors, trash, trees) and after I smiled, acknowledging his sightings, he would bury his head into my shoulder and wrap his arms around my neck. Then a few seconds later, raise his head and look for more exciting things to tell me about.
On the way to school, I usually point out every bus, truck and car. But lately he preempts me and exclaims "I see!!!!!!" every time one enters his field of vision.
I know every mom thinks her kid is wonderful and uniquely gifted. I will be the first to acknowledge Timmy's shortcomings--or really--areas he lacks talent, like physical prowess and vocabulary. He is stubborn as a mule. He is a picky eater. He needs baby maternity clothing to cover his large belly. But I can confidently say that he is one of the sweetest, gentlest boys I have met. He takes care of the baby girls in his room at daycare, giving them what he thinks they need or making the teachers pay attention if they cry. He flirts with everyone. He loves to hold hands and snuggle with PJO and I. He will go up to every dog he sees and giggle as they lick his face and try to wrestle him to the ground. And even when he "body slams" us, he is kind enough to give us warning and then gently smother us rather than crushing us under his hefty 33 pounds.
If it weren't for the fact that I just started a job (and PJO telling me he's not quite ready), I would be hopping on the baby making train today. I can't wait to see Timmy love on a baby brother or sister and I can't wait to love someone new as much I love him. But I can wait. So in the meantime, I'm enjoying every single second of Timmy's toddler-hood. And let me tell you, there is nothing like the holiday season when your heart is already bursting with love. Life is good.
PJO sent me this(very blurry) picture when I was working over the weekend before Thanksgiving...it made me laugh because everything in it is SO Timmy. The vacuum that he obsesses over, the tennis racket he steals from my room and swings around the house, his puppy that he snuggles with at bedtime, and of course, his lack of pants!
He gives kisses and hugs on command, will blow lots of kisses every time he says "bye bye" and he snuggles with everything. He has about a million variations of stuffed animals and he often walks around the house with them, squeezing them tightly. In the car, we keep a monkey and immediately upon sitting in his carseat, he'll ask to "snagh" him. If he wants to show us something, he'll reach for our hand or finger and lead the way right to it.
When he says "pleeeeeeeze" he'll give the biggest, cheesiest grin and promptly say "tu tu' (thank you) when he gets what he was asking for.
He still likes for me to carry him when we head out in the morning, so this morning he was pointing out all the things he gets excited about (vacuum, doors, trash, trees) and after I smiled, acknowledging his sightings, he would bury his head into my shoulder and wrap his arms around my neck. Then a few seconds later, raise his head and look for more exciting things to tell me about.
On the way to school, I usually point out every bus, truck and car. But lately he preempts me and exclaims "I see!!!!!!" every time one enters his field of vision.
I know every mom thinks her kid is wonderful and uniquely gifted. I will be the first to acknowledge Timmy's shortcomings--or really--areas he lacks talent, like physical prowess and vocabulary. He is stubborn as a mule. He is a picky eater. He needs baby maternity clothing to cover his large belly. But I can confidently say that he is one of the sweetest, gentlest boys I have met. He takes care of the baby girls in his room at daycare, giving them what he thinks they need or making the teachers pay attention if they cry. He flirts with everyone. He loves to hold hands and snuggle with PJO and I. He will go up to every dog he sees and giggle as they lick his face and try to wrestle him to the ground. And even when he "body slams" us, he is kind enough to give us warning and then gently smother us rather than crushing us under his hefty 33 pounds.
If it weren't for the fact that I just started a job (and PJO telling me he's not quite ready), I would be hopping on the baby making train today. I can't wait to see Timmy love on a baby brother or sister and I can't wait to love someone new as much I love him. But I can wait. So in the meantime, I'm enjoying every single second of Timmy's toddler-hood. And let me tell you, there is nothing like the holiday season when your heart is already bursting with love. Life is good.
PJO sent me this(very blurry) picture when I was working over the weekend before Thanksgiving...it made me laugh because everything in it is SO Timmy. The vacuum that he obsesses over, the tennis racket he steals from my room and swings around the house, his puppy that he snuggles with at bedtime, and of course, his lack of pants!
Monday, November 1, 2010
Gone in a Blur
Somehow it's Monday night. It seems like it was just Friday morning. I left work a little bit early Friday so I could pack for NY. Things were hectic but we made it to our flight and settled in for a nice, cozy cross-country flight. It was amazingly easy to travel kid-free but we still couldn't fall asleep on the plane. Stumbling into JFK at 5am, we lucked out by being able to check in right away at our hotel room and crashed. As soon as we woke up, the wedding festivities started. It was a typical, big Italian wedding...lots of people, lots of booze, lots of food, lots of fun. We had a great time but I think we got a little too crazy, letting the date night go to our heads. I woke up Sunday morning with what I'm pretty sure was the first (and therefore worst) hangover of my life. Somehow we pulled ourselves together and made it to our 9am flight. It was a pretty uncomfortable 6.5 hours, but I was so excited to see Timmy that I didn't care.
When we got home, we dressed Timmy up and went to our neighborhood costume parade and then to a party at a neighbor's house. It was the perfect set-up on a motor-court/courtyard in the middle of about 6 houses. The kids played with a bounce house and a millions of toys, and the adults enjoyed a taco truck and pumpkin beer (plus all the halloween candy we stole from our kids). Just like almost every other holiday, I found myself enjoying Halloween much more with a kid in tow. It's so fun to re-live your best childhood memories and see everything through a child's eyes.
And poof, just like that, we're in to November. Next week, November 8th (according to PJO) officially kicks off holiday season with his 30th birthday. Then it's just a hop, skip and a jump to Thanksgiving. Which means Christmas is right around the corner. Thank goodness time will slow down a tiny bit next weekend when the clocks fall back!
When we got home, we dressed Timmy up and went to our neighborhood costume parade and then to a party at a neighbor's house. It was the perfect set-up on a motor-court/courtyard in the middle of about 6 houses. The kids played with a bounce house and a millions of toys, and the adults enjoyed a taco truck and pumpkin beer (plus all the halloween candy we stole from our kids). Just like almost every other holiday, I found myself enjoying Halloween much more with a kid in tow. It's so fun to re-live your best childhood memories and see everything through a child's eyes.
And poof, just like that, we're in to November. Next week, November 8th (according to PJO) officially kicks off holiday season with his 30th birthday. Then it's just a hop, skip and a jump to Thanksgiving. Which means Christmas is right around the corner. Thank goodness time will slow down a tiny bit next weekend when the clocks fall back!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
My Little Hunk
For Christmas, we got my in-laws a professional photographer and took some family portraits. There are lots of cute pictures, here are some of my favorites:
Timmy with his cousins:
Timmy with his cousins:
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
What a Year
Probably my favorite part of New Year's celebrations is the "year in review." Well, after the champagne. Even though time seems to fly by faster and faster as I get older, when I look back at what happened in the early weeks and months of 2009, it seems as though decades have passed.
Maybe more than any other year, it seems almost impossible that everything was squeezed into 365 days. We started our first year as a family of three, I finished my last semester of law school and graduated, I celebrated my first Mother's day as a Mama, I studied for, sat for and passed the bar exam, I moved to a new apartment and I celebrated my son's first birthday.
It was a great year. I wouldn't exactly say that everything was perfect, but for the first time in a long time, I wasn't just looking forward to something in the future. Having Timmy has made me truly savor every moment in the present and try to appreciate the fleeting moments even when I know there are things to look forward to.
Christmas/Timmy's birthday was with PJO's family in New Jersey. It was sad for me to spend Timmy's first real Christmas not starting our own little family traditions or making it special in the way that I think Christmas and birthdays are special. PJO's family celebrates in their own way, but it is very different from what I'm used to. It was also tough traveling with a sick baby and little sleep (note to self: no more red eye flights!). We are back home and attempting to negotiate walk ways in our apartment amidst all of the toys and holiday paraphernalia that has accumulated in our tiny place.
I am very much looking forward to cleaning up and getting my fresh start on life in 2010. Especially because I get to see this beautiful face every day:
New Year's Eve last year:
Maybe more than any other year, it seems almost impossible that everything was squeezed into 365 days. We started our first year as a family of three, I finished my last semester of law school and graduated, I celebrated my first Mother's day as a Mama, I studied for, sat for and passed the bar exam, I moved to a new apartment and I celebrated my son's first birthday.
It was a great year. I wouldn't exactly say that everything was perfect, but for the first time in a long time, I wasn't just looking forward to something in the future. Having Timmy has made me truly savor every moment in the present and try to appreciate the fleeting moments even when I know there are things to look forward to.
Christmas/Timmy's birthday was with PJO's family in New Jersey. It was sad for me to spend Timmy's first real Christmas not starting our own little family traditions or making it special in the way that I think Christmas and birthdays are special. PJO's family celebrates in their own way, but it is very different from what I'm used to. It was also tough traveling with a sick baby and little sleep (note to self: no more red eye flights!). We are back home and attempting to negotiate walk ways in our apartment amidst all of the toys and holiday paraphernalia that has accumulated in our tiny place.
I am very much looking forward to cleaning up and getting my fresh start on life in 2010. Especially because I get to see this beautiful face every day:
New Year's Eve last year:
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
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