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BlogThursday, April 30, 2009Cannonball!!Today was a good day. I'm too lazy to write but here's a pic and a movie:
I've never heard Rachel laugh so hard in her entire 15 month life. She was thoroughly enjoying the cannonballs.  Wednesday, April 29, 2009My New FriendsToday I stole a moment to go outside by myself and put the garbage can out for tomorrow's pick up and I saw my geese friends. I ran inside to get my camera to get some pictures of the new baby goslings because they grow up so fast. Geese are interesting birds. The adults are monogamous and live to be about 20-25 years. They have an average of 5 babies per year. Can you imagine? They are very protective of their babies and will hiss at you if you come too close, so I used my camera's zoom. I love watching the geese at this time of year. So meet my friends:Family #1 The Waddles  This is Chuck and Gertrude and their five children Sally, Rosemary, Genevieve, Charlie, and Bob.Family #2 The Webbs  This is Gary and LaKeshia and their 5 children Gary Jr., Arnold, Bradford, Shirley, and Laverne.Family #3 The Looseys  This is Henry and Lucy and their 3 children Hank, Esmerelda, and Carlos.
The geese were way more exciting than my kids today, except for when Jason fell asleep on the family room floor, flat on his back with no diaper, but I didn't take a picture of that. Tuesday, April 28, 2009The Book MobileThis morning my husband went out to run some errands and I had lots of library books to return. It always amazes me that we are able to collect them all after they get scattered throughout the house during the 8 weeks that we usually have them. However, this morning we weren't so lucky and were missing an otter book. I put out a reward of a mini Tootsie Pop for the hero who found it. Nobody did. Right before my husband backed out of the driveway in his car, I thought to check the van. Out of the 50 books in there, the otter book was not one of them.
 Jason is realizing he can't pick his sister's nose through the glass. Jason is trying to tell me that it's time to bring in the the Christmas snowmen door mat.    Now I'm going to have a fun-filled evening of getting the playroom back in order! Monday, April 27, 2009I love modern technology.This is what I do to my kids when they are driving me crazy: I force them to watch TV. Sometimes I just need the life to be sucked out of them so I can get a few moments of peace and quiet and avoid further messes, arguments, noise, and nagging. It gets to the point where I would rather hear Dora shouting than 5-6 real life voices shouting in my background. They sat through one kid's show episode and ditched this poor guy 30 minutes later for more entertaining computer games.
Saturday, April 25, 2009Old Proverb Plant a seed, plant a flower, plant a rose You can plant any one of those Keep planting to find out which one grows It's a secret no one knows Mmm bop, ba duba dop ba du bop, ba duba dop ba du bop, ba duba dop ba du ~Hanson Rachel Makes a FriendMy brother and his family were here for a visit and they brought their dog. Pets are a huge novelty for my kids, because we do not and will not have a pet for a VERY long time!  "He looks so soft. I think I want to touch him."* "Trust me. My fingers taste really good." Rachel shared her free hand, but only one finger. The dog agreed that they did taste good. "Hmmm. My finger has been slobbered by a dog."  "I think I'll have to suck my wrist now."
*Dialogue has been fictionalized. Friday, April 24, 2009Expanding My Music SelectionTonight Sarah came downstairs before going to bed so I could put some ointment on her eczema. She heard my computer playing music. She didn't recognize the music and said, "Mommy, why aren't you listening to ABBA?" I laughed and told her that sometimes I don't listen to ABBA. She appeared a little bewildered, but attempted to comprehend.I was listening to the Indigo Girls. I thought about high school this week. Facebook can make you do that when you see old high school friend's pictures pop up with their status or comments to your photos. All of which made me think of our senior theme song which was "These Are the Days" by the 10,000 Maniacs. But I was thinking it was by the Indigo Girls so I was looking up their music online. Then I realized that I had forgotten how much I like some the Indigo Girl's music. Here is one of their newer good lesbian love songs that I liked (And no, I'm not a lesbian. I'm hetero as hetero can be. The Indigo Girls are lesbians.): [Breaking away from sidetrack] I liked high school. Many people, including my husband, don't have the best memories of those years in their life. But I do. I would never want to relive it, but I hold a good memory. I enjoyed cheer camp, football games, eating cheese bagels and Twix with my best friend Julie on the amphitheatre steps at lunch, ditching school to go to Disneyland, taking on a dare such as swimming in a nasty lake late at night, choir shows, choir trips, miniature golf, mixed tapes, slumber parties, TP'ing boy's houses, etc. Of course there were also the typical awkward moments of adolescence like trying to appear like a B cup when you were actually an A cup and worrying about the cellulite on your legs when you crossed your legs while sitting at your school desk because capri pants weren't in style yet, but I like to remember the good times. In some ways the lyrics to our theme song seem to be quite prophetic when I think of how they relate to my life: These Are the Days (by 10,000 Maniacs, not Indigo Girls) These are the days These are days you’ll remember Never before and never since, I promise Will the whole world be warm as this And as you feel it, You’ll know it’s true That you are blessed and lucky It’s true that you Are touched by something That will grow and bloom in you These are days that you’ll remember When May is rushing over you With desire to be part of the miracles You see in every hour You’ll know it’s true It’s true that you are touched By something that will grow and bloom in you These are days These are the days you might fill With laughter until you break These days you might feel A shaft of light Make its way across your face And when you do Then you’ll know how it was meant to be See the signs and know their meaning It's true Then you’ll know how it was meant to be Hear the signs and know they’re speaking To you, to you It was in high school that I first learned about the Church I now belong to. How grateful I am for that! Because it got me this:  I know this photo is a repeat of April 7, but I'm lacking in the "good family photo" department. Most of our family photos look like this:
It's not my faultIt's not my fault I didn't post yesterday. The cable was out.Wednesday, April 22, 2009Dinner at Melindabeth's Jason got mad about something after shoving a handful of cheese into his mouth. We never did figure out what he was mad at. Tuesday, April 21, 2009Happy Aniveshry!Nine down, eternity more! (Holy cow! That's a long time!)  Photography by EmilyDon't let the cute clothes fool you. We didn't do anything special this evening. I only wore them for the picture. I'm keeping with the polka dot theme for 2009. Polka dot cakes for birthdays and polka dot clothes for the anniversary. We ate Sonic tonight at home. And it's 10:15 PM as I write this. How sad is that? I guess we're saving up the romance for our 10 year. We're going to go celebrate and watch some TV now. We're way behind on our DVR shows.
Monday, April 20, 2009Breakfast at Melindabeth's I think Rachel really needs to learn how to chill.Sunday, April 19, 2009Restoring OrderOur family likes to keep the Sabbath Day holy which pretty much means that we don't work, watch TV (except maybe a little Iron Chef because the Food Network is holy), listen to secular music, or participate in sporting events or recreational activities, or weed the garden, etc. Taking a day to rest like God did on his seventh day of creating the Earth is good for the soul. It's a good day to devote time to family, eat a simple breakfast, cook one big meal after church so you don't have to expend energy to cook another meal in the evening, snack on popcorn for dinner, study the scriptures or church lessons for next week, and engage in wholesome family activities. Of course, facebook and blogging are totally fair game.Keeping the Sabbath holy also means that I don't clean or do my normal chores such as laundry, organizing, vacuuming the couch, etc. because that is my "work" as a homemaker. The only cleaning I do is the normal daily dishes and general pick up after the children. Lately my house has been in extreme disaster mode. I took a few too many days off from regular maintenance and it has caught up to me. I actually consider it unrestful for me to relax in a cluttered home. So instead of cleaning, we did some "restoring order" because the scriptures say: "Organize yourselves; prepare every needful thing; and establish a house, So there you have it. Restoring order is a good Sabbath activity! My house is getting there. I put the stack of DVDs that were accumulating on the DVD player back in their proper cases. I brought things that didn't belong downstairs upstairs. I put all the plastic Easter eggs in two plastic grocery bags and set them on the back porch to sit there for 3 weeks until I get around to putting them in the garage. I tried to clear the cabinet countertops in the family room of the clutter, but didn't quite acheive it 100%. It drives me crazy that there always seems to be a gazillion little items in every corner of my house that don't seem to have a home. For example:
Tomorrow is Manic Monday and I think I'm going to be wishing it were Sunday. Saturday, April 18, 2009Saturday PicsI know. Yesterday was kind of deep. Let's keep it superficial today with some pics. Looks like couch left is also a sleepy spot. Sarah was my Super Star Cleaner this evening for doing my dishes. Jason was runner-up Super Star Cleaner for putting the new packages of wipes away.The tag on his shorts says, "Elegant Boys." Jason is anything but elegant with ketchup all over his face. In fact, I've never thought of any little boy as being elegant. Friday, April 17, 2009Faith, Hope, LoveRecently I've been pondering spiritual things. My thoughts have been centered on faith, hope, and love. Those three words are commonly used in churches and in the world. I've seen them displayed on mantels, in foyers, in kitchens or other rooms of many homes.I remember growing up in the 80's and seeing a triplet of placards on our living room wall, each with one of these words fancily written and decoupaged in pink, light blue, and yellow. When I was ten, I didn't have much to think about them except that they were pretty in an 80's home decor sort of way, but now as an adult I feel like I'm gaining wisdom about the true meaning of these words. Faith The Apostle Paul taught: "Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen." (Heb 11:1) I personally haven't seen Jesus Christ face to face in my mortal life, but I have faith that he lived, died, was resurrected, and still lives. I have faith that I will have the opportunity to see Jesus again and shake his hand and hug him. Which leads me to... Hope Knowing I have a Savior, I have great hope for an even better future in eternity. I am grateful for His Atoning sacrifice, that we celebrated this past Easter Sunday, that will grant me a ticket to a heavenly home if I repent of my sins and endure to the end with faith. What a wonderful gift! This hope is what carries me through the trials and icky parts of life. It's going to be so much better when we live in "forever" with a loving Heavenly Father and His son, Jesus Christ. So, I can deal with some toddler tantrums and unemployment in the meantime, because really this is such a tiny moment in our eternal existence. and finally... Love Love is a word that is flippantly used in our everyday lives. For example, I love popcorn. I love watching The Brady Bunch. I love clean toilets. Now, yes, I do love these things and it is ok to use the term to express my extreme like. But 'love' as the last and most important of this famous triplet of words actually means 'charity'. Sometimes when we think 'charity' we think about donating our used and stained clothing, and toys with missing pieces to Goodwill. But really, what is charity? Paul gives a good definition in 1 Corinthians 13 and to summarize: Charity is the pure love of Christ. It is the love that Christ has for us and that we should have for others. It is the: highest, noblest, and strongest kind of love and the most JOYOUS to the soul. (I did not write the summarized definition, but got it here.) I felt joyness to the soul this past week admist the turmoil of six kids and daily chores while thinking about the people in my life especially my FAMILY and my FRIENDS. These are people that I love unconditionally and that I know love me unconditionally. People who will not unfriend me on facebook (Yes, it happened again, but I'm ok, I recovered from it.) People who care enough to show it through a kind deed, a kind message, a kind comment on my blog, or a foot massage. (Thanks, babe!) This joyful feeling exceeds happiness. It penetates the soul and causes the giver and the receiver to want to bask in it forever. Love is powerful. I believe the feeling of love, true charitable love, gives us a glimpse into heaven. It is good. It is good to ponder. I find it hard to get a moment of quiet to do so, but I try to squeeze a minute here and there while folding laundry, showering, or getting the mail. Pondering helps us to appreciate our gifts and regain an eternal perspective. Pondering releases gratitude and urges us to express it. I don't mean to ramble my random thoughts to my random audience of readers, but there IS more to my life than poopy diapers, laundry, and my latest and greatest polka dot birthday cake. Just so you know. And ... I love you. Even if I don't know you, or haven't met you in person, or haven't seen you in a long time, I love you and I hope to meet you or meet again one day, perhaps in heaven. Thursday, April 16, 2009I'm telling you... ... there is something about this corner of the couch that makes one sleepy.This week I have been working on story writing with Emily. Story writing has never been one of my strong points. I can write a thank you note, a business letter, a journal entry, a blog post, but fictional writing does not come easy to me. As a result I've kind of neglected that portion of Emily's second grade homeschool curriculum. Since it's mid-April I decided to get busy with it. This is the story that she wrote today: Pie Fight by Emily Once upon a time an old lady went to a new pie shop. A clown was there. Uh-oh! The clown threw a pie at her but she ducked. It hit a young girl insted. She had a pie. Uh-oh! She threw a pie at the clown. The clown didn’t duck. The pie hit the clown. They keped throwing pies. They made more pies. When they were at the last pie they said “maybe we should eat these pies.” So they ate the pies. The End We are going to expand upon it tomorrow. I think it has potential to be a really good story.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009Good night, sleep tight? I can't imagine this is very comfortable (that's Wendy). I also love that Jason is sleeping with the Ballerina Minnie Mouse. He's secure in his masculinity.Tuesday, April 14, 2009FINALLY!!! Bradley lost his snaggle tooth. He is so much cuter now.Monday, April 13, 2009I have a parasite.... ... and her name is Rachel.Sunday, April 12, 2009Happy Easter!This morning after getting ready for church, the kids anxiously came downstairs and found their barren Easter baskets on the kitchen table. I could see some disappointment in their expressions until Emily read this letter he left aloud:  It says:Dear Emily, Bradley, Sarah, Wendy, Jason, and Rachel, My basket was getting so heavy this year! I was only able to carry this 1 lb. chocolate bunny and I thought you would enjoy this new movie. Your dad told me how much each of you love to eat candy, so I am also giving you this gift card so you can buy candy tomorrow for 50% off its regular price. That way you can have twice as much candy as I would've been able to bring! Tell your mom and dad to take you to Target tomorrow to get lots of candy that you like best! I hope you enjoy it, but don't forget to brush your teeth! I also gave each of you $1.08 to buy and ice cream cone at McDonald's. (I hear you like those too.) Love, The Easter Bunny P.S. I love your garden! I hope you're growing some carrots and lettuce to leave me a treat next year Apparently the Easter Bunny feels like holiday candy is way overpriced just like I do. Since Emily grasps the concept of money, she was thilled with the gift card and was willing to patiently wait for twice the amount of candy. Wendy, on the other hand, I think felt a bit slighted (This is the girl who's first sentence at the age of 20 months was "I want chocolate."):  You can see Wendy is very possesive of the 1 lb. chocolate bunny group gift.  The Target gift card. Jason did get his hands on it when she wasn't looking.We attempted a group kid photo. I didn't get one really good one, so here is a series:  Jason's not happy and Wendy thinks this is a funny face photo. Wendy got bored and is picking the carpet.  Not funny, Rachel.  We're getting there.  Jason decides to cooperate.  Probably the best picture we got. This one was pretty good too. Runaway baby. Took a picture without her anyway. Whoops! Kid fell over! There he is! But there is an unhappy baby. We quit. There will be more Easters.Oh yes, and my Sunday School class went well. After a very short lesson, we had triple the fun with plastic spoons and cotton balls. We played pass the bunny tail (cotton ball) around the circle with a spoon. That was a good motor skill development for the 4 and 5 year olds. Then we walked across the room with the cotton ball on the spoon. I related it to the lesson by telling them they had to concentrate on what they were doing so they didn't drop it, which was like walking on the straight and narrow path back to our Heavenly Father. If they dropped the cotton ball, they had to "repent" and pick it up and keep walking. Some of the children had to repent a lot. Then we had a contest of how far they could slingshot a cottonball across the room. I won. Then we quadrupled the fun by gluing the cottonballs onto a picture of a lamb which represented Jesus. At lunch I asked Sarah if she approved of my games and she gave me a big happy nod. I'm so glad to know that I'm a cool mom. Happy Easter!
Saturday, April 11, 2009The Pressure is On!I signed up to be a substitue teacher for the primary at church. I was the first one the list so I got called to teach the CTR 5 class, which is Sarah's class. I get so scared and intimidated by other people's kids. Primary scares me in general, probably because I didn't experience it as a child. So that is what I'm doing tonight - preparing an Easter lesson for 4 and 5 year olds. Sarah explained to me what to do. First there is a lesson, then a game, then sometimes drawing or coloring and a snack. She heavily emphasized the game part and made sure I knew that the games are not already at the church, but the teacher has to bring the game. Seriously, I have no idea if she is telling me the truth, but the pressure is on, man! I'm so afraid that I will be so uncool if we don't play a game!Friday, April 10, 2009The Good News is....My husband did not get the job. They liked David, but didn't hire him because he didn't have the "management" training they were looking for. I guess managing a group of 15-16 year old boys at church and a managing a household of six kids doesn't count towards the management they were looking for. But you see, it's good news because they weren't using the computer programming language that David loves even though it was included in the job description. Nonetheless, it was a confidence booster for my husband because it was a successful interview despite the fact that there was no job offer. They told him they were impressed with his portfolio and skills.They are expecting another position opening up soon that would suit him more, but below the salary range we were looking for (making a raspberry noise with my tongue.) But thank you for the prayers. Knowing that we tried through diligence and prayer, makes me confident it wasn't the right job for him anyway. Or maybe the other guy just had more people praying for him. Now the bad news is ... we don't get to splurge and order pizza to celebrate. All is well. All is well. There will be pizza one day. I know it. Now. I AM BEAT!!! We worked all day in the yard on the garden and I desperately need a shower! Also, good news that trumps no job offer is .... my 90 day maternity health coverage waiting period is officially OVER! I am free to conceive! Thursday, April 09, 2009Prepping the GardenWe decided to expand the garden some more this year. We went to Lowe's to get some supplies. It's always quite an event taking six kids to the home improvement store. Bradley thought it was his duty to climb every pile of dirt, compost and mulch bags. All of the kids had to inspect every garden fountain display too.  It's been quite a week planning, digging, buying, but I think it's ready. We are planting okra, green peppers, tomatoes, summer squash, cantalope, green beans and cucumbers. I SO hope that it's successful. I'm pretty sure we spent more money on getting this set up than what it will be worth in vegetables, but there's value in the education and experience. Right?  My husband and I worked until dark getting these finished while the kids were inside fixing themselves frozen waffles and watching Smurfs. I could hear Rachel crying inside as we were finishing up. I'll have to admit that I'd rather hear crying than silence. Silence is never good when kids are alone. It either means mischief or choking. Now I'm off to hope my husband has a good interview tomorrow morning and that he doesn't say anything embarrassing. I'm feeling good about it. Wednesday, April 08, 2009RequestI have a slight favor to ask y'all. You see, my husband has a job interview on Friday at 10 AM. It's a good local job in our desired salary range with good benefits, using a programming language that he likes to use. It would be pretty awesome if he got this job. I think. All I know is that I would much prefer to see our bank account balance go up rather than down after six months of unemployment.I believe in the power of prayer, so my request is that you might add a line into your prayers today and/or tomorrow asking that he gets this job. I can even draft that line for you if you like: I/we pray that our [insert relation, ie: friend, brother, son, son-in-law, blog friend's husband, etc.], David, will do well in his interview on Friday and that the interviewer will like him and think he's pretty awesome. Thanks guys! I'll let you know how it goes. For now, here is a picture of Jason eating dinner. (No, I never got him dressed today.)  And a video of him making his burrito. (I know. It's kind of long.) Tuesday, April 07, 2009Emily's BaptismTonight Emily was baptized. In our church children are baptized at the age of eight which we believe is the age of accountability. Satan does not have the power to tempt young children and therefore they cannot sin. The period from birth to eight years old is when we are in the process of learning right from wrong. If a child dies before they are eight, it is an automatic ticket to the most glorious part of heaven, the Celestial Kingdom. Parents who lose a child to death before they turn eight are promised the opportunity to raise that child in eternity after the resurrection if they too faithfully endure to the end. Now of course, an eight year old is only accountable for her respective knowledge. The accountabiltiy is a gradual process. But eight is the milestone age when it all begins. Emily was soooooo excited for her baptism! Yesterday when she woke up she said to me, "Mommy, you know what I was saying in my head this morning over and over?" I said, "No. What?" She said, "I can't wait. I just can't wait. I can't wait. I just can't wait." So today marked the "Best day of her life." (so far) She had the opportunity to share her baptism day with another little girl whose birthday is one day after hers. Everything turned out great, except for my dang camera decided to act up. My batteries drain so quickly. So I didn't get as many pictures as I hoped, but enough to document the event.  Her pretty white dress. Pretty angel child holding fat devil baby. I think this photo should be included in the Gospel Art Kit.  Or this one.  Or better yet, this one. Family photo.(I put my husband in charge of getting the boys dressed, which is why Jason looks like a punk rocker.)  Waiting for the big event. Emily looks nervous.... .....but she is sooooo excited. Behind the scenes after the dunk. We do full immersion baptisms so it's very wet and brrrr - cold. The water is actually heated, but the girls were cold when they got out. I asked Emily to flash me her cool white jumpsuit. All dressed and ready to get the Gift of the Holy Ghost. Refreshment and chalkboard time. A brownie and a cookie for Jason. I didn't keep track of how many cookies he ate, but I think it was a lot. A cookie for Rachel.   Pure and clean. What a great day! Then Peter said unto them, Repent, and be baptized every one of you in the name of Jesus Christ for the remission of sins, and ye shall receive the gift of the Holy Ghost. - Acts 2:38 Monday, April 06, 2009Pre Birthday CakeOn Saturday Emily insisted on making her own funfetti cake. Because General Conference was playing I only allowed her to beat the batter for 45 seconds so we could hear the speaker. We learned that undermixing a cake makes results in a very floppy and unleavened cake. So I made a new cake for her on Saturday evening and let them dig into the floppy funfetti cake during Conference on Sunday. Sarah was upset about something and Jason is in the background checking out the action. It seems that Sarah was upset that Emily got a humongous piece. "It's not fair!" Meanwhile a whole other layer is sitting on the plate on the counter. Emily feels entitled to anything on her birthday including tormenting her younger sister. Sarah lightens up after I show her the other layer that she is welcome to dig her fingers into. Jason decides to join the action. Enjoying the funfetti. Isn't this the best Sunday afternoon ever?Later we had rootbeer floats but I couldn't find my camera to take a picture because it was buried beneath birthday wrapping paper. Then we skipped dinner and ate the real birthday cake. Sunday, April 05, 2009Isn't It Great to Be Eight?EIGHT! 
Saturday, April 04, 2009Emily's Birthday EveTomorrow Emily turns 8. Wow! I can't believe she's that big already. We spent some of the day outside before and in between General Conference sessions. Here are some pictures we took:  Emily made "chocolate milk" with mud and water. She was selling it for $2.00 a bucket and the first customer got it free. Bradley lost his top tooth on Thursday night. He looks so weird. They say kids between the ages of 7 and 13 are less likely to get kidnapped. This is probably why. (That is mud splattered on his face.)  I captured two green anoles french kissing.  Jason helped with the yard work. Jason got his hair cut. This is him showing me that it's dark outside. A picture of Rachel before bed. Friday, April 03, 2009I did myself a favor today.I took inventory of my children's jackets today. It's spring, the weather is warm, so I decided to pack up the winter coats. I keep them in bins in my garage and every year when it begins to get cold I forget what jackets I have for the kids to wear. So this year I did myself a favor and took a picture of every kid's jacket and added text to the photo to tell me the size so that I could have an indoor digital inventory of what is in those bins. That way next year I can help myself to remember what it is I'm looking for and avoid bringing the bins inside the house. Tomorrow I will do the boy's jackets...., maybe. The bins will actually probably sit here next to my computer for another 3 weeks until I feel like doing it.
I have children's clothes coming out of my ears!!! I also cleared the girl's drawers of their long sleeved shirts and pants this evening and need to find a place to put them. You might think it would make sense to just leave them in there, however, if I don't put them away, Sarah will insist on wearing long sleeved shirts and "long sleeved pants" in 90 degree weather this summer. I'm doing it for her health. Thursday, April 02, 2009Beautiful ShoesToday I was doing laundry in my bedroom and Sarah was picking out shoes in my closet for me to wear to church in a couple of weeks. She picked out a pair of white sandals and said, "Mommy, do you want to wear these? I think they are beautiful. I won't laugh at you if you wear them."Aww. I wonder how many times she has laughed at me. But whatever! This is the girl who loves to wear clashing plaid and stripes. I've laughed at her plenty of times. Wednesday, April 01, 2009Built-in ImaginationsWhy is it that when I move a piece of furniture out of the ordinary my kids interpret it as time to go crazy? For example, this afternoon I placed the ottoman on the couch so I could vacuum up popcorn kernels, stray animal cracker crumbs, crayon wrappers, and pieces of onion skin off my family room carpet. Wendy immediately screamed in excitement which drew the attention of the rest of the kids. The ottoman suddenly became some sort of slide/plank and the family room floor a giant "lava pit" which caused princesses needing to be saved by boy heroes as the mean sucking monster roared.I'm glad they had a good time and that they are all tired and snug in bed as the lava transforms back to regular carpet. Oh, to be a kid again! |
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