Hello from snowy Utah!
I know I said I would post pictures of Chloe's birthday, but I don't have them with me and I should post these before it gets to be Easter. :-) Today is Christmas and we've had a wonderful morning with Craig's brother and his family as well as his wife's family, who came to stay as well. However, Christmas pictures will have to wait a few more days. We are spending the rest of this week into next here as well for Craig's brother's wedding (who is getting married to this beautiful lady here next week)- marking our first trip together as a family to Utah.
Our vacation has been pretty packed full, mostly with shopping, but we were also able to make a trip to Temple Square to see the Christmas lights in Salt Lake City. It was beautiful! We were only able to stay for about 40 minutes or so, but the kids were great (thanks Karen for letting us borrow your double stroller!), and even though they were so bundled up that they looked like scarecrows shoved into a stroller, they enjoyed seeing the lights. Linus loves pointing out Christmas lights, and so he was constantly awed and kept saying "Wuh...wiiiiiiiiights! Wuh...wiiiiiiights!" Chloe recognized the temple, which I promised her we would see, and she liked looking at the lights as well.
As you can see, it took a few minutes to get them all bundled and buckled in in the car lot. Linus didn't like waiting.
It was so peaceful on the square, even though there were a bazillion people. Somehow it still seemed reverent rather than a spectacle.
A nice passing lady took this picture for us.
After we left temple square, we went to see one of Craig's old mission companions for hot chocolate at his house in Salt Lake City. I asked Craig if he wanted me to take pictures while we were there, but he didn't want me to. But I did get this nasty shot of all the SMOG in the city on the drive out there. We were hopefully speculating that the clouds were just hanging really low, but upon asking his siblings when we got back, they informed us about the smog/weather patterns in Utah Valley that cause the smog to get really thick and nasty. They said it wasn't even that bad when we went out there, sometimes it gets so bad they don't even let kids out for recess. Reason number #99999999999 that we will not live in Utah EVER.
The next morning Craig and I went back to Temple Square to go through a session at the Salt Lake Temple because our soon to be sister-in-law was receiving her endowment. I didn't bring my camera with me that time, but I'm kinda glad that I did because it was so peaceful and nice to be able to just enjoy being there. Craig and I were early so we were able to spend some time at the Christus at the North Visitor's Center before we went though the session. Since it was early, we were the first ones up there. It really is beautiful and it was nice just to be able to sit there for a few minutes before we went into the temple. The session was just as amazing and we're glad we came out to Utah early so we could go. When we got out of the temple it was snowing enough to start accumulating on the roads. We were planning originally on seeing the Joseph Smith movie at the Joseph Smith Memorial Building, but we were already late for the one we wanted to see, and we thought it would be better to hit the roads before they started to get too slick.
That evening Brent and Karen made marshmallow men with frosting and marshmallows, so Chloe joined them. Linus ate a couple of marshmallows, but he wasn't too interested in making any snowmen.
I have some pictures from Christmas morning, but I should probably start socializing and playing games instead of posting more pictures, so I'll save them for a couple of more days. :-)
Hope all of your Christmases were warm and merry!
Friday, December 25, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
MUSICA
For any interested, some of the best Christmas songs I know can be found on the CD entitled "Maybe This Christmas". They sell "Maybe This Christmas Tree" and "Maybe this Christmas Too", which are other good ones (but not as good) on iTunes, but so far I haven't been able to find "Maybe This Christmas" anywhere on it. You can get it on Amazon, though, for a decent price. If you come across it in your lifetimes, BUY IT! Some of the songs on it are featured directly to the right of this post on the cute little iPod I put on my blog. You can even push buttons on it and everything. The last song on the list of these songs is especially special, it's not featured on the above mentioned CD (nor is the Owl City one, sorry). For those of you who have heard "The worst Oh Holy Night ever" than you know what I mean by "special". For those of you who haven't, listen to it. The first time I heard it I about peed my pants laughing. Serious.
Thought I'd share some Christmas gems! Just got all the decorations put up today (thanks for the help, hub!), so I'm just all Christmas-eed out. :-) Still got Chloe's birthday pictures to put up before a month passes, coming soon! I promise.
Happy Holidays.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Silly Goose
Mommy (after a hug and a kiss from Chloe): Aw, Chloe, you're such a sweetie.
Chloe: No, I not Mommy.
Mommy: Oh, you're not?
Chloe: Nope
Mommy: Are you a princess?
Chloe: Nope
Mommy: Not even a fairy princess?
Chloe: Nope
Mommy: Well what are you then?
Chloe (with a shrug and spoken in a very drab voice): *sigh* Mommy, I just super girl...
Chloe: No, I not Mommy.
Mommy: Oh, you're not?
Chloe: Nope
Mommy: Are you a princess?
Chloe: Nope
Mommy: Not even a fairy princess?
Chloe: Nope
Mommy: Well what are you then?
Chloe (with a shrug and spoken in a very drab voice): *sigh* Mommy, I just super girl...
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Halloween 2009
Sorry it's late, and these pictures are in no particular order, but I needed to get them posted so we can go to bed!
I'm posting this NOW because today was Chloe's birthday and I can't post her birthday pictures until I post the Halloween ones first!
We had a great day. A lot of the costume shots we got were actually the week before Halloween when we were testing them out, mostly because you're always a bit stressed to get out the door when you are getting ready to go trick-or-treating and I hate being the only thing that stands between my kids and free candy from the neighborhood. Doing them the week before gave the kids a chance to get used to the costumes and get some nice pictures in. Chloe was super girl this year. She still frequently asks to wear her costume, but we've already put it away so she has to just wear her superman hat and call it good. Linus was a gnome. We saw the costume at Wal-Mart and I about died laughing. Then when we put it on Linus I did die laughing- he looked so cute/hilarious. I just wanted to plant him in my garden and put him on display all year round. He actually let us keep the beard on when we went trick-or-treating. It didn't take him long to figure out the routine from house to house: okay, get out of the wagon, walk eagerly up to the door, stare blankly at the strangers there as my parents try to get me to say "trick or treat" which I don't know how to say yet, wait for the strangers to finish oggling over my beard, then ready-set-grab the candy and turn around and put it in whatever bucket is closest to me, quickly hobble back to the wagon and hop in face first while my parents pick me up so I can sit on my bottom and move on down the street. We also went out in the afternoon to do downtown's business trick-or-treating, but I didn't get any pictures of that because I left my camera at home. We also carved pumpkins (which really meant sitting down and watching while Mommy and Daddy carve all the pumpkins). All in all the kids had a great day and didn't even go to bed cranky from a sugar rush. :-)
Thursday, October 29, 2009
My Sweet Son
Linus Cooper Ellingson: 17 months, blond hair, blue/green eyes, full of spunk, loud noises, curiosity, bravery, tears, giggles, too-smart-for-his-own-good-ness, and boy-dom. Boyhood certainly is an adventure. I never would have guessed it until we had one. I mean, I knew that most...okay, all boys I know are crazy, but somehow that didn't filter into my own crazy boy. They just come that way! But the best part about crazy little boys is their sweetness. The fact that something so rough and dirty and loud and dare-devilish can come up to you and give you a hug and a kiss spontaneously just about melts your heart completely. How do they forget all that when they become teenagers is my question!!!
Favorite songs: doesn't really know what a song is yet. When he was maybe around a year old, he would wiggle his bum around and wag his head back and forth when a song came on and we thought it was the funniest thing ever. That involuntary dancing sort of went dormant for a while and then all of a sudden I've seen it sneak back up on occasion, but it's not to any specific song, just music in general. Although he does play along with us when we do songs with hand actions to them, like Popcorn Popping and The Wise Man and the Foolish Man.
Favorite Games: jump off the couch to my impending death, jump off the chair to my impending death, jump down the stairs to my impending death, climb on any and everything that Mommy doesn't want me climbing on, take Chloe's toys and run with them when she notices I have them, open cabinets and slam them shut repeatedly (this one apparently is quite hilarious), open a box with legoes or toys in them, pick them out individually, and throw them over my shoulder, give Chloe's toys back nicely while she's in time-out for throwing a giant fit when I took them away- oh wait, then I do a "PSYCH!" and run away with them again, carry my blanky around the house and suck on my fingers (yes, he really does that, I'm not just making it up because of his name)....you know, the usual 17 month old boy games.
In relation to the jumping off stairs game, I have to tell this quick story that is still making me laugh out loud when I think of it. It probably wont' be as funny when I write it all down, but I have to record it so I remember it when he's 16 and crashed our car or something. The other day he was climbing down the three stairs in to the room where the toys are. He was starting to slip on his blanket on the way down, so he paused a step before he got to the floor. I stood up from my chair at the table to go and help him, but when he saw me coming towards him, he must have thought I was going to take something away from him because he looked at me with that mischevious glint in his eye and starting giggling as though he knew he was doing something wrong. I laughed at him instinctively as I reached to pull the blanket from under his foot, but my movement must have sprung the fight or flight mode for Linus, because he shrieked in delight at the opportunity of pursuit and turned around to run away madly. Except he forgot that he didn't make it to the floor on the steps yet and launched himself off the last step he was on smack onto the floor. It was a total Warner Brother's Roadrunner moment when you run off the cliff and keep running on air until you realize that you fall under the laws of gravity and plummet to the ground. He didn't cry at all, but he got up completely stunned and confused as to how he ended up on the floor. I picked him up and dusted him off and he was fine but it made me laugh for about five minutes.
Favorite Words: He's actually starting to pick them up a little quicker these days. He can immitate sounds very well...well, let's say he can immitate syllables. Whether they actually sound like the original word or not is debatable. He loves to say Momma, Dadda (which he always has to say loudly for some reason- "momma" is always nice and sweet and he touches me with his finger as if to solidify that that's who I am, but when I ask him to say Dadda, he goes "DADDA!!!" and just spits it out as thought it's a game rather than a person...which is actually probably close to the truth). He's starting to say "Chloe", except it comes out more as "Be-jgoo-ee" said really fast. At least he knows who she is now and knows that Chloe is her name. It's really funny when Chloe tries to get him to say words or phrases. She slows them down syllable by syllable and speaks very loudly to him, as though he's just not hearing it right, and he just goes right on saying the gibberish he was saying in the first place. Other words/phrases he's mastered are drink: "ba-geek", all done: "Ah-go", here ya go: "Hee-go", "no" (which is his favorite word now and is the answer to every question whether that's what he means or not- he can say "yah", but only when I ask him to say it, he doesn't know what it means yet), Seth: "Sess", Kyle: "Gi-yoh", Grandma: "Ba-ba", Grandpa "Pa-Pa", I'm hungry: "Numenumenumenum" (another one of his favorite words). I can't think of anymore now. He'll at least attempt to say whatever we ask him to, which is just the beginning I guess!
He'll have his 18 mo. checkup the same time Chloe has her 3 year checkup (they are almost exactly 18 months apart in age), so I don't know how much he weighs yet, but I'd say he's in the vicinity of 22-23 lbs. At his last checkup he hadn't gained much weight, but he still got taller, so he went from being in the 90th percentiles into about the 75th for his weight. I was just looking at pictures of him from about 6-12months before he started getting very mobile and man was he a CHUNK! He's definitley thinned out, but that should be natural considering how fast he moves! When he learned how to crawl, he went from little scoots straight to speed-racer crawl in no time flat. People at church used to laugh when he would get away from us because he could go so darn fast (definitley did not get his mother's hand-eye coordination!), he'd almost burn holes in the carpet as he went. Now he's got a little half-run going on, which looks so darn cute when he does it, but usually means destruction once he reaches his destination. He also likes to throw things. People in the isles ahead and behind us at church have to keep their eyes open or they'll get clocked in the head with a sippy cup or book or toy at any given moment. Luckily he hasn't really realized that this is something wrong to do, he just sort of does it involuntarily (I say luckily because it would be happening a lot more if he acknowledged that it was something wrong to do). And as far as church goes, he's got two more Sundays until nursery, and yes we've been counting down the weeks. He's not one of those kids that runs around and smears soggy-cracker covered hands on people's scriptures or bangs on the piano in the middle of the prayer, but that's really only because we are running marathons trying to keep him from doing those things. Well, I should say Craig is running marathons- we kind of trade off duties between kids in sacrament meeting from week to week, then Sunday School is the marathon running that I witness anyway, and then I'm in YW and so Craig takes him during priesthood. Craig always gives him a positive report when I ask how things went in priesthood, but judging by the swiftness we get our coats put on us and hauled out to the car and home for naps makes me think otherwise. :-) I think Craig is more excited for nursery, needless to say, than I am.
Wouldn't trade my crazy little Linus for the world. I can't help but shower him with hugs and kisses every chance I get, and he never tires of it, thank goodness. I love to tickle him to death just to hear his hearty, gut-busting giggles, and my heart shatters just a little everytime I see that pouty face with tear-filled eyes, even if it's after he's done something wrong (a weakness I'm starting to think he's expoiting a little). I love all of the neverland adventures I get to have with him and I hope they never stop, even when we're old. What a giant heart for such a small little boy. I love you so much it aches and always will.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Soap Box
You know how people use their family blog as kind of a journal and rant about everything from the right type of peanut butter to buy to the way to solve world hunger? Now is one of those moments. For those of you who are teachers, you might find interest in this. For those of you who are parents, I hope you find interest in this because whether you are an educator or not, you hold a vote as to the things that could or could not happen to education in this country, and it WILL effect your kids, now or in the future. If you are neither, then gosh darnnnnit, get involved in education in any way you can! It's one of the greatest tools this life has for good in the world. Seriously.
So I just came back from an EXCELLENT presentation by a guy from UNC who came to our school to talk about RtI (response to intervention). If you are in Colorado right now and you teach in any form or fashion, you know about this. If you don't, you better hope your school gets on board ASAP! Basically response to intervention is a state-wide initiative to get kids who do not succeed to the best of their ability in the regular core classrooms, whether it be because they are not challenged enough or because they need help, be it severe or not, all the help they can possibley get from the teachers. All the teachers. Every one of them in the school for every one of the students. Our school has been working hard on this all semester long. A lot of the things we have implemented officially were things we were already basically doing informally from teacher to teacher. A lot of things still need further expansion. From student to student, so far, we have seen some successes and some failures or flat-liners (kids who neither improve or go down in their progress, which is bad. Anything that is not improving is bad, there is no neutral student).
First off, I think our school works our tails off to get some kids a inordinate amount of help. Second of all, after hearing this presentation, I was SOLD for the most part on the idea of what RtI is trying to accomplish. The "old" model of intervention was very black and white, especially for students who were not succeeding in general education. Suzie is failing in math, okay, call the special ed department, save a couple of tests and work from her, get her tested, okay, she qualifies, then have what our presenter called an "IEP party" where you all get together, put on some music, sign a bunch a papers and mambo your way out the door. Brows are wiped, that IEP goes in the drawer, drawer is shut, now back to "general education". Except only about 50% of Suzies who are tested actually qualify for IEP's. And where do the rest go? Back in their seats in the classroom. Realistally, there are a lot of educators out there who do more than an IEP mambo party, and really did put their best foot forward in helping all of their students achieve. But realistically, there are also a lot of educators out there who looked and Suzie and said "welcome back, we're on page 15 in the text, go ahead and open your book". Granted, I think the educational system has to usually go through mistakes to realize they are wrong. If educational systems aren't being educated here and there on a lot of things, then there is something wrong with the educational system (sorry folks, life-long learning should happen with every profession, even if you're just working at McDonalds the rest of your life, not just teaching).
Now here's where I did a lot of self-reflecting on my profession. I am a music teacher, why the heck do I care about all this? In all reality, aside from maybe having some problems pronouncing words in a choral piece or reading the instructions to those rare assignments that I hand out to my K-2nd grade music kiddo's, if a child has problems reading, it's not going to affect their performance much in my classroom. Kids can learn a steady beat in Kindergarten, they don't have to be reading novels or solving the quadradic equation to do it. So all my kids get A's and if they don't, it's mostly a behavioral problem, not an academic one. Great, so at least they have the music part checked off on their report card, don't have to worry about that! And you know what? I'm really passionate about music. So I'm getting fulfilled every day because kids are succeeding in my classroom and I get to teach what I love. Fantastic.
Okay wait a minute. You know, that's really great that because I did my job well as a music teacher in elementary school and middle school that Johnny now only comes to school everyday in high school because he loves his choir class, even though he's failing and ditching everything else and doesn't have the tools necessary to succeed in college, let alone keep a steady job. But if I only became a music teacher to help that kid get a free A in high school in a class that probably won't have much effect on their future life because they didn't learn the work ethic they needed from their other classes to even be a successful musician in the future, then there is something wrong there. And wait another minute. I was actually pretty good at math and reading in high school. I even took some college courses on them. And you know what else? When I teach kids what it means to be in 4/4 time and they understand it, couldn't I use those same teaching skills to help them with some of their difficulty in multiplication tables in math? Couldn't I give them a book about the history of that piece that they just won't shutup about in choir so they could get more reading time in at home? Couldn't I even use higher level vocabulary in describing the essence of a beautiful Mozart motet and then have them use it on a regular basis to describe other elements of art or history or even math or science? Isn't that what education is all about? Giving them the whole flipping pie instead of just pieces of it in every class or subject area? I am a musician, yes, but if I only went through school as a performer and just decided to get a teaching degree because I wasn't probably good enough to join the NYC opera house and it would be a steady income, then I will be a miserable educator the rest of my life. I teach. Music is my vehicle, but we all have to travel the teaching road to the top of the mountain and if I'm not good at it, maybe I need a different mountain to climb.
As a side note, I'm going to do some shameless promoting of core knowledge schools, which is where I work. If you can get your kid into a core knowledge school in your area, than do it, the earlier the better. We serve whole pies every day, every unit, every quarter, every year, through their whole education K-8. I've learned more about education at my year and a quarter here than I learned in my entire 5 years at UNC. I can tell you any student that is struggling at the middle school level is a student that was transferred here from another school and any student that has stuck with it here since Kindergarten is at the top of their class. Hands down. It's incredible.
I guess what I'm really trying to say here as well, is that if you want to make a difference in education, give the schools the resources they need in every classroom and for every teacher (and in many circumstances it's just placing a higher priority on putting the right resources in the right places: there is nothing wrong with sending a third grader to the lowly music teacher to get fifteen minutes of intensive vocabulary help every day just because that's not his or her content area) and educate teachers on how to do their job better. I think there are too many teachers out there who are close minded about their performance and they mistake working their butts off (because let's face it, every teacher does, you can't be a teacher and not work your butt off, it doesn't happen) for being an effective teacher. I think it's fantastic that teachers have such great work ethics, but as our presenter even explained about himself as a beginning teacher, if you don't know how to teach something, especially if it's your content area, the last person you are going to tell is someone else. That work ethic should have a bigger portion of bettering yourself as a teacher and a lesser portion of egotism. Knowing your material and knowing how to effectively teach your material are two completely seperate things, and the greater emphasis needs to be placed on effective teaching and not amount of knowledge. Personally, I could have done with a lot more with in classroom experience in college than I could with voice lessons, choir rehearsals, and recital classes. I love to sing, don't get me wrong, and I loved my rehearsals, but it has done little to help me as an educator. And if you are one of those teachers that has done everything you possibley can and your student still isn't acheiving, than you have a mislead conception of your abilities. All I know is there is a lot of information out there. There are a million and one different ways to get it through Johnny's head that if you don't try, you fail, and just because you spend a lot of time on him doesn't mean that you are doing things the right way.
However, I humbly acknowledge that I am a second year half time music teacher, not a 30 year vetran with all the answers. I would love to hear other opinions out there about this. I also humbly acknowledge that it is impossible to create more time in our days, and that is probably the biggest challenge. There is only so much we can do with the time we are given, I just don't want to be the teacher that gives up because I was so confident that all the work I was doing was the right thing to do when I was missing the mark. I would hope that when I become that 30 year vetran that my biggest area of expertese is trial and error. :-)
Stepping off soap box now....
So I just came back from an EXCELLENT presentation by a guy from UNC who came to our school to talk about RtI (response to intervention). If you are in Colorado right now and you teach in any form or fashion, you know about this. If you don't, you better hope your school gets on board ASAP! Basically response to intervention is a state-wide initiative to get kids who do not succeed to the best of their ability in the regular core classrooms, whether it be because they are not challenged enough or because they need help, be it severe or not, all the help they can possibley get from the teachers. All the teachers. Every one of them in the school for every one of the students. Our school has been working hard on this all semester long. A lot of the things we have implemented officially were things we were already basically doing informally from teacher to teacher. A lot of things still need further expansion. From student to student, so far, we have seen some successes and some failures or flat-liners (kids who neither improve or go down in their progress, which is bad. Anything that is not improving is bad, there is no neutral student).
First off, I think our school works our tails off to get some kids a inordinate amount of help. Second of all, after hearing this presentation, I was SOLD for the most part on the idea of what RtI is trying to accomplish. The "old" model of intervention was very black and white, especially for students who were not succeeding in general education. Suzie is failing in math, okay, call the special ed department, save a couple of tests and work from her, get her tested, okay, she qualifies, then have what our presenter called an "IEP party" where you all get together, put on some music, sign a bunch a papers and mambo your way out the door. Brows are wiped, that IEP goes in the drawer, drawer is shut, now back to "general education". Except only about 50% of Suzies who are tested actually qualify for IEP's. And where do the rest go? Back in their seats in the classroom. Realistally, there are a lot of educators out there who do more than an IEP mambo party, and really did put their best foot forward in helping all of their students achieve. But realistically, there are also a lot of educators out there who looked and Suzie and said "welcome back, we're on page 15 in the text, go ahead and open your book". Granted, I think the educational system has to usually go through mistakes to realize they are wrong. If educational systems aren't being educated here and there on a lot of things, then there is something wrong with the educational system (sorry folks, life-long learning should happen with every profession, even if you're just working at McDonalds the rest of your life, not just teaching).
Now here's where I did a lot of self-reflecting on my profession. I am a music teacher, why the heck do I care about all this? In all reality, aside from maybe having some problems pronouncing words in a choral piece or reading the instructions to those rare assignments that I hand out to my K-2nd grade music kiddo's, if a child has problems reading, it's not going to affect their performance much in my classroom. Kids can learn a steady beat in Kindergarten, they don't have to be reading novels or solving the quadradic equation to do it. So all my kids get A's and if they don't, it's mostly a behavioral problem, not an academic one. Great, so at least they have the music part checked off on their report card, don't have to worry about that! And you know what? I'm really passionate about music. So I'm getting fulfilled every day because kids are succeeding in my classroom and I get to teach what I love. Fantastic.
Okay wait a minute. You know, that's really great that because I did my job well as a music teacher in elementary school and middle school that Johnny now only comes to school everyday in high school because he loves his choir class, even though he's failing and ditching everything else and doesn't have the tools necessary to succeed in college, let alone keep a steady job. But if I only became a music teacher to help that kid get a free A in high school in a class that probably won't have much effect on their future life because they didn't learn the work ethic they needed from their other classes to even be a successful musician in the future, then there is something wrong there. And wait another minute. I was actually pretty good at math and reading in high school. I even took some college courses on them. And you know what else? When I teach kids what it means to be in 4/4 time and they understand it, couldn't I use those same teaching skills to help them with some of their difficulty in multiplication tables in math? Couldn't I give them a book about the history of that piece that they just won't shutup about in choir so they could get more reading time in at home? Couldn't I even use higher level vocabulary in describing the essence of a beautiful Mozart motet and then have them use it on a regular basis to describe other elements of art or history or even math or science? Isn't that what education is all about? Giving them the whole flipping pie instead of just pieces of it in every class or subject area? I am a musician, yes, but if I only went through school as a performer and just decided to get a teaching degree because I wasn't probably good enough to join the NYC opera house and it would be a steady income, then I will be a miserable educator the rest of my life. I teach. Music is my vehicle, but we all have to travel the teaching road to the top of the mountain and if I'm not good at it, maybe I need a different mountain to climb.
As a side note, I'm going to do some shameless promoting of core knowledge schools, which is where I work. If you can get your kid into a core knowledge school in your area, than do it, the earlier the better. We serve whole pies every day, every unit, every quarter, every year, through their whole education K-8. I've learned more about education at my year and a quarter here than I learned in my entire 5 years at UNC. I can tell you any student that is struggling at the middle school level is a student that was transferred here from another school and any student that has stuck with it here since Kindergarten is at the top of their class. Hands down. It's incredible.
I guess what I'm really trying to say here as well, is that if you want to make a difference in education, give the schools the resources they need in every classroom and for every teacher (and in many circumstances it's just placing a higher priority on putting the right resources in the right places: there is nothing wrong with sending a third grader to the lowly music teacher to get fifteen minutes of intensive vocabulary help every day just because that's not his or her content area) and educate teachers on how to do their job better. I think there are too many teachers out there who are close minded about their performance and they mistake working their butts off (because let's face it, every teacher does, you can't be a teacher and not work your butt off, it doesn't happen) for being an effective teacher. I think it's fantastic that teachers have such great work ethics, but as our presenter even explained about himself as a beginning teacher, if you don't know how to teach something, especially if it's your content area, the last person you are going to tell is someone else. That work ethic should have a bigger portion of bettering yourself as a teacher and a lesser portion of egotism. Knowing your material and knowing how to effectively teach your material are two completely seperate things, and the greater emphasis needs to be placed on effective teaching and not amount of knowledge. Personally, I could have done with a lot more with in classroom experience in college than I could with voice lessons, choir rehearsals, and recital classes. I love to sing, don't get me wrong, and I loved my rehearsals, but it has done little to help me as an educator. And if you are one of those teachers that has done everything you possibley can and your student still isn't acheiving, than you have a mislead conception of your abilities. All I know is there is a lot of information out there. There are a million and one different ways to get it through Johnny's head that if you don't try, you fail, and just because you spend a lot of time on him doesn't mean that you are doing things the right way.
However, I humbly acknowledge that I am a second year half time music teacher, not a 30 year vetran with all the answers. I would love to hear other opinions out there about this. I also humbly acknowledge that it is impossible to create more time in our days, and that is probably the biggest challenge. There is only so much we can do with the time we are given, I just don't want to be the teacher that gives up because I was so confident that all the work I was doing was the right thing to do when I was missing the mark. I would hope that when I become that 30 year vetran that my biggest area of expertese is trial and error. :-)
Stepping off soap box now....
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
My dearest daughter
Chloe Mar Ellingson: almost 3, blonde, blue-eyed, big sister
Favorite Song: Either "Five Little Ducks" by Raffi or a song that a girl from my high school wrote that I happened to come across on youtube one day called "The Muffin Man" found here. She can also enjoys "I'm a Child of God", "I love to see the temple", "Wheels on the Bus", and of course, "Popcorn Popping".
Favorite Games: Loves to play Candy Land, but still hasn't really figured out that you can't just move your piece wherever you want to on the board. She plays with her baby dolls: she loves to feed them at her chair at the table, if ever she brings one with us in the car, it has to be buckled in, she pushes them in the stroller, burps them, gets grossed out when they poop on her lap ("EWWWWW! Baby, that's dis-GUSSIN'!!!"), and generally loves them with a three year old sized mother heart. She also has developed a newfound love for the "Whatchoosay?" game, which is basically played like this:
Me: "Chloe, can you go pick up your toys please?"
Chloe: "Whatchoosay?"
Me: "I said 'Chloe can you go pick up your toys please'"
Chloe: "Whatchoosay?"
Me: "Chloe! Go pick up your toys now!"
Chloe: "WHATCHOOOOOOSAAAAAAYYYYY?!?!?!"
Me: *surpressing a laugh*
Chloe's relationship with her brother: It's complicated. Part best friend, part-mortal enemy, part "I'm the boss of you even though I know I'm not supposed to be". They always give each other a good kiss and a hug goodnight, but the rest of the day is mostly anything but that. She's developed a new habbit of sternly shaking a finger at him when she's deemed his actions inappropriate. Now, when the finger is wagged at her for similar actions by her parents, it's usually accompanied by an even sterner "Chloe Mar!". Now Linus is recieving the same treatment by her sister, who calls him "Yi-yus Mar!". Mostly I laugh and correct her and then there's a quick "Oh....Yiyus Cooper!".
Favorite clothes: Yes, this is a category because getting dressed every morning is an ordeal. Mostly that's my fault because I can't turn down a cute pair of tights when I see them at the store or a large thrift selection at my infrequent trips, so she's got quite a few items to choose from every morning. She loves these tights, though. She's worn them three times this week already, going from a raga-muffin look with a colorful clashing skirt to Jane Fonda with excersize shorts and bright blue and white tennies. I better curb her (and myself) before those blessed teenage years or we'll be up the creek without a paddle.
Chloe: "Mommy, I went poo-poo!"
Me: "Oh great, Chloe! Good job!"
Chloe: "Mommy, it stuckamaaeeebum!"
Me: "....what was that?"
Chloe: "It stuckamaaeeebummm!"
Me: "I'm sorry, Chloe, I don't know what you're saying..."
Chloe "IT....STUCK....A......MY.....BUM!"
Me: "....it stuck to your bum?"
Chloe: "YES!"
Me: *grateful that Craig handled this problem*
This was Chloe's reaction when I told her to open her eyes so I could see her big baby blues.
I'm grateful for this little ray of sunshine in my life. I'm happy that we are such good friends now, I love our conversations and all her little quirks and all the new things she experiences everyday. My only hope is that I will live up to my role to teach her all those good things of life and pray for her everyday. I love you my sweet Chloe Mar. :-)
Favorite Song: Either "Five Little Ducks" by Raffi or a song that a girl from my high school wrote that I happened to come across on youtube one day called "The Muffin Man" found here. She can also enjoys "I'm a Child of God", "I love to see the temple", "Wheels on the Bus", and of course, "Popcorn Popping".
Favorite Games: Loves to play Candy Land, but still hasn't really figured out that you can't just move your piece wherever you want to on the board. She plays with her baby dolls: she loves to feed them at her chair at the table, if ever she brings one with us in the car, it has to be buckled in, she pushes them in the stroller, burps them, gets grossed out when they poop on her lap ("EWWWWW! Baby, that's dis-GUSSIN'!!!"), and generally loves them with a three year old sized mother heart. She also has developed a newfound love for the "Whatchoosay?" game, which is basically played like this:
Me: "Chloe, can you go pick up your toys please?"
Chloe: "Whatchoosay?"
Me: "I said 'Chloe can you go pick up your toys please'"
Chloe: "Whatchoosay?"
Me: "Chloe! Go pick up your toys now!"
Chloe: "WHATCHOOOOOOSAAAAAAYYYYY?!?!?!"
Me: *surpressing a laugh*
Chloe's relationship with her brother: It's complicated. Part best friend, part-mortal enemy, part "I'm the boss of you even though I know I'm not supposed to be". They always give each other a good kiss and a hug goodnight, but the rest of the day is mostly anything but that. She's developed a new habbit of sternly shaking a finger at him when she's deemed his actions inappropriate. Now, when the finger is wagged at her for similar actions by her parents, it's usually accompanied by an even sterner "Chloe Mar!". Now Linus is recieving the same treatment by her sister, who calls him "Yi-yus Mar!". Mostly I laugh and correct her and then there's a quick "Oh....Yiyus Cooper!".
Favorite clothes: Yes, this is a category because getting dressed every morning is an ordeal. Mostly that's my fault because I can't turn down a cute pair of tights when I see them at the store or a large thrift selection at my infrequent trips, so she's got quite a few items to choose from every morning. She loves these tights, though. She's worn them three times this week already, going from a raga-muffin look with a colorful clashing skirt to Jane Fonda with excersize shorts and bright blue and white tennies. I better curb her (and myself) before those blessed teenage years or we'll be up the creek without a paddle.
Chloe: "Mommy, I went poo-poo!"
Me: "Oh great, Chloe! Good job!"
Chloe: "Mommy, it stuckamaaeeebum!"
Me: "....what was that?"
Chloe: "It stuckamaaeeebummm!"
Me: "I'm sorry, Chloe, I don't know what you're saying..."
Chloe "IT....STUCK....A......MY.....BUM!"
Me: "....it stuck to your bum?"
Chloe: "YES!"
Me: *grateful that Craig handled this problem*
This was Chloe's reaction when I told her to open her eyes so I could see her big baby blues.
I'm grateful for this little ray of sunshine in my life. I'm happy that we are such good friends now, I love our conversations and all her little quirks and all the new things she experiences everyday. My only hope is that I will live up to my role to teach her all those good things of life and pray for her everyday. I love you my sweet Chloe Mar. :-)
Monday, September 14, 2009
Life in Technicolor
Hi folks-
It's been over a MONTH since I blogged last. What on earth has happened to me?! I'm going soft. Actually, it's more that I just have no stinkin' time! And that's a good thing for the most part. It's 10:30 tonight and Craig's already conked out, so I'm taking the opportunity while my eyelids are yet to be drooping to re-enter my technological world.
SO: school started (woot!), both for Craig and for myself, except I'm getting paid to go and he's paying to go. I'm hoping that if I don't think about the calendar too in-depth than I'll blink and next summer will be back again. :-) I'm sure when we get to that point, it'll feel like I just blinked, but right now it seems like my eyelids have frozen for who knows how long. I have to say, however, that getting things rolling this year went SO MUCH smoother than last year. I guess I didn't really realize how overwhelmed I was last year- I was in denial I'm sure- as a first year teacher, even part time. When I started this year I felt like someone took a cement block off of my back and said "there you go, now get up and look around a little and for heaven's sakes, enjoy your job, by golly!" and I replied "WITH PLEASURE!". Anyway, so things are stilly busy, but at least I don't feel like I'm doing all the many things I do halfway instead of well. Craig is taking two fascinating classes this fall: math (okay okay, I admit it, math isn't fascinating in the slightest) and comparative religions. I read Craig's book with him from that class and actually feel like I'm starting to understand all of the things my mom was so excited to share with me as a reluctant teenager. I'll read things and go "OH! So that's what she was talking about..." So between work, school, photography, kids, callings, and housework, we keep plenty occupied. I'm still in the "this is invigorating" stage. Let's hope it lasts at least through Halloween.
Chloe is almost three. She is entering that stage where all the word's she's been collecting over her short years of life are being strung into all sorts of crazy statements that either make me scoff in disbelief or laugh hysterically. Every morning I go to put on my makeup, she comes over attentively at my knee: while waiting patiently as I begin to put on eyeshadow or blush or mascara, she asks "Mommy, what's that?"
"It's mascara"
"Oh...you like it?"
"Um...yes, I like it"
"I like it too.....what's that?"
"...blush..."
"Oh...you like it?"
"Sure...I like it"
"I like it too"
...and so on until I've gotten everything on. She also is being quite the drama queen now that she has a little brother who's old enough to know how to push her buttons. We're working on it. Still hoping it'll be a short lived phase...She's also incredibley caring. She LOVES hugs and kisses all the time. She'll give me a huge tight hug any time of day that I want (which is great because a lot of times I need it). She loves to play with her baby dolls and wrap them up and sleep with them and cary them everywhere and feed them and love them. She's finally able to take a bath again without screaming like a maniac the entire time (thank goodness). And her hair is long enough again that I can put french braids in it again (hooray!). She's finding her voice and is finally starting to sing songs with us instead of repeating everything we sing after we sing it and she loves to pray herself too. Most of the time she doesn't make it past "thank you for this day" before there's a long pause and we have to help her out, but I love that she tries so hard. Lastly, I don't know if I've mentioned this or not, but she's about 95% potty trained (YES!). That means the only diaper I put on her every day is the one she wears to bed. And that also means that that is $20 extra bucks a month we can put back in our pocket. I'm SO glad that we got it done before I started work, I was worried it wouldn't happen at all if we waited too long. But as my coworker often reminds me, no kid goes off to college not potty trained. And she's right, every kid figures it out eventually on their own time. We're just happy it happened!
Linus is a little stinker most of the time. He drools like a maniac, still. He does any and everything possible to get me to laugh, especially when he knows he's in trouble. His favorite thing to do is idly discover one of Chloe's baby dolls lying in a precisely placed spot (i.e. where Chloe has tucked it in for a nap on the couch or where she's left it to finish it's breakfast in the high chair, etc.), grab it gleefully and find Chloe. It's a fifty/fifty tossup at the point when he finds Chloe. Either he'll walk over innocently and say "Hee-go" (here ya go), handing the doll to Chloe, or he walks over innocently until she sees him, and then runs back the other direction giggling madley and holding the doll high above his head. Either way, Chloe melts down completely and has to sit in time out until she can calm down. He also likes to blow bubbles with his drool, help pick up toys, empty them out as soon as they're all cleaned up, run (sort of), and yank Mommy or Daddy's glasses off of their face as soon as he's picked up...EVERY TIME. My favorite moments to watch him, however, are when he finds his soft blanket anywhere in the house. The second he sees it, he rushes over to it out of impulse, grabs it with one hand and immediately his front two fingers on the other hand go straight in his mouth and he falls on his face into the blanket on the floor and cuddles with it. He'll sit that way for a few minutes, and he does it every time, it's engraned in his DNA. I just hope he works his way out of it by the time he's sixteen. That might be an embarassing event on his first date or something like that. He's also picked up a lot of phrases. Not words. Phrases. Such as:
(previously mentioned) "Hee-go" (Here ya go)
"Ah-doh" (All done)
"Ah-goh" (All gone)
"Numenumenumenum! (while simultaneously waving his arms up and down)" (I really REALLY want what you're eating right now)
"Hey-doo" (Hey dude)
"Zow-pe-sash-a-buve-a-goh (garble garble, etc)...." (I have no idea, but whatever it is, he's really passionate about it when he tells me about it)
Anyway, since I wrote so much I guess I have to post a couple of pictures. I wish I had more, but I've hardly picked up our camera around the house the last couple of months, which is pathetic considering how much I use it elsewhere! This was dinner tonight:
They thought they were so hilarious. Every night we also try to go on a short walk around the neighborhood before we start our bedtime routine. I wish I got Linus's face in this shot as well because they were both laughing uncontrolabley at each other because they were blowing rasberries at one another. Oh to be a child again and so easily entertained...
They reach for this bush everytime we pass it. I don't think they've ever actually touched it.
This was the SUN a couple of weeks ago after all the smoke from the fires in CA blew our way. Signs of the times....?
Anyway, I wish I could say that Craig was patiently, or even impatiently waiting for me to come to bed, but he has long since given up and is sleeping the night away whilst I blog it away. G'night all, thanks for tuning in. :-)
It's been over a MONTH since I blogged last. What on earth has happened to me?! I'm going soft. Actually, it's more that I just have no stinkin' time! And that's a good thing for the most part. It's 10:30 tonight and Craig's already conked out, so I'm taking the opportunity while my eyelids are yet to be drooping to re-enter my technological world.
SO: school started (woot!), both for Craig and for myself, except I'm getting paid to go and he's paying to go. I'm hoping that if I don't think about the calendar too in-depth than I'll blink and next summer will be back again. :-) I'm sure when we get to that point, it'll feel like I just blinked, but right now it seems like my eyelids have frozen for who knows how long. I have to say, however, that getting things rolling this year went SO MUCH smoother than last year. I guess I didn't really realize how overwhelmed I was last year- I was in denial I'm sure- as a first year teacher, even part time. When I started this year I felt like someone took a cement block off of my back and said "there you go, now get up and look around a little and for heaven's sakes, enjoy your job, by golly!" and I replied "WITH PLEASURE!". Anyway, so things are stilly busy, but at least I don't feel like I'm doing all the many things I do halfway instead of well. Craig is taking two fascinating classes this fall: math (okay okay, I admit it, math isn't fascinating in the slightest) and comparative religions. I read Craig's book with him from that class and actually feel like I'm starting to understand all of the things my mom was so excited to share with me as a reluctant teenager. I'll read things and go "OH! So that's what she was talking about..." So between work, school, photography, kids, callings, and housework, we keep plenty occupied. I'm still in the "this is invigorating" stage. Let's hope it lasts at least through Halloween.
Chloe is almost three. She is entering that stage where all the word's she's been collecting over her short years of life are being strung into all sorts of crazy statements that either make me scoff in disbelief or laugh hysterically. Every morning I go to put on my makeup, she comes over attentively at my knee: while waiting patiently as I begin to put on eyeshadow or blush or mascara, she asks "Mommy, what's that?"
"It's mascara"
"Oh...you like it?"
"Um...yes, I like it"
"I like it too.....what's that?"
"...blush..."
"Oh...you like it?"
"Sure...I like it"
"I like it too"
...and so on until I've gotten everything on. She also is being quite the drama queen now that she has a little brother who's old enough to know how to push her buttons. We're working on it. Still hoping it'll be a short lived phase...She's also incredibley caring. She LOVES hugs and kisses all the time. She'll give me a huge tight hug any time of day that I want (which is great because a lot of times I need it). She loves to play with her baby dolls and wrap them up and sleep with them and cary them everywhere and feed them and love them. She's finally able to take a bath again without screaming like a maniac the entire time (thank goodness). And her hair is long enough again that I can put french braids in it again (hooray!). She's finding her voice and is finally starting to sing songs with us instead of repeating everything we sing after we sing it and she loves to pray herself too. Most of the time she doesn't make it past "thank you for this day" before there's a long pause and we have to help her out, but I love that she tries so hard. Lastly, I don't know if I've mentioned this or not, but she's about 95% potty trained (YES!). That means the only diaper I put on her every day is the one she wears to bed. And that also means that that is $20 extra bucks a month we can put back in our pocket. I'm SO glad that we got it done before I started work, I was worried it wouldn't happen at all if we waited too long. But as my coworker often reminds me, no kid goes off to college not potty trained. And she's right, every kid figures it out eventually on their own time. We're just happy it happened!
Linus is a little stinker most of the time. He drools like a maniac, still. He does any and everything possible to get me to laugh, especially when he knows he's in trouble. His favorite thing to do is idly discover one of Chloe's baby dolls lying in a precisely placed spot (i.e. where Chloe has tucked it in for a nap on the couch or where she's left it to finish it's breakfast in the high chair, etc.), grab it gleefully and find Chloe. It's a fifty/fifty tossup at the point when he finds Chloe. Either he'll walk over innocently and say "Hee-go" (here ya go), handing the doll to Chloe, or he walks over innocently until she sees him, and then runs back the other direction giggling madley and holding the doll high above his head. Either way, Chloe melts down completely and has to sit in time out until she can calm down. He also likes to blow bubbles with his drool, help pick up toys, empty them out as soon as they're all cleaned up, run (sort of), and yank Mommy or Daddy's glasses off of their face as soon as he's picked up...EVERY TIME. My favorite moments to watch him, however, are when he finds his soft blanket anywhere in the house. The second he sees it, he rushes over to it out of impulse, grabs it with one hand and immediately his front two fingers on the other hand go straight in his mouth and he falls on his face into the blanket on the floor and cuddles with it. He'll sit that way for a few minutes, and he does it every time, it's engraned in his DNA. I just hope he works his way out of it by the time he's sixteen. That might be an embarassing event on his first date or something like that. He's also picked up a lot of phrases. Not words. Phrases. Such as:
(previously mentioned) "Hee-go" (Here ya go)
"Ah-doh" (All done)
"Ah-goh" (All gone)
"Numenumenumenum! (while simultaneously waving his arms up and down)" (I really REALLY want what you're eating right now)
"Hey-doo" (Hey dude)
"Zow-pe-sash-a-buve-a-goh (garble garble, etc)...." (I have no idea, but whatever it is, he's really passionate about it when he tells me about it)
Anyway, since I wrote so much I guess I have to post a couple of pictures. I wish I had more, but I've hardly picked up our camera around the house the last couple of months, which is pathetic considering how much I use it elsewhere! This was dinner tonight:
They thought they were so hilarious. Every night we also try to go on a short walk around the neighborhood before we start our bedtime routine. I wish I got Linus's face in this shot as well because they were both laughing uncontrolabley at each other because they were blowing rasberries at one another. Oh to be a child again and so easily entertained...
They reach for this bush everytime we pass it. I don't think they've ever actually touched it.
This was the SUN a couple of weeks ago after all the smoke from the fires in CA blew our way. Signs of the times....?
Anyway, I wish I could say that Craig was patiently, or even impatiently waiting for me to come to bed, but he has long since given up and is sleeping the night away whilst I blog it away. G'night all, thanks for tuning in. :-)
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Wedding
Our good friends got married a couple of weeks ago!! Craig got asked to be a groomsman, I think it's the first wedding party we've ever been in. The house was a place in LaPorte called the Tapestry House, it's an old farmhouse that they have redone and now it's used for parties and retreats and weddings. Very charming, although both Craig and I commented on despite all it's redone-ness, it still had an old cat lady house feel to it in some spots. Still, we also concurred that when we get married (ha ha), it will be in this place cause they do EVERYTHING for you, wedding, reception, everything. The bride and groom were gorgeous. Here are just a couple of shots. None of me. Actually, Craig did take one of me walking to the bathroom at the reception. Then he took a picture of the bestman, and was very proud of himself because "he's in focus and the background is all blurry!", even though his eyes are half open and he looks like he's had a little too much sparkling cider.
On a funny side note, I was excited to kind of watch the photographer they had in action while he did his thing. I didn't want to shadow him around and take the same shots he set up behind his shoulder, especially since they already paid him to get the shot he got, so I tried to take pictures of everything else. Except everytime I found "something else" to take a picture of, mysteriously he would show up and suddenly I would be in the way of his shot again, and half the time he would take the same shot I got in the first place. Then I felt like he was trying to send me a clear message: "You're in the way!", but I went on taking pictures anyway, and I don't know what on earth could have bothered him because I'm sure his pictures were a bazillion times better than mine anyway. I also learned that as beautiful as weddings are and as fun as they can be, I'm not planning on being a wedding photographer in any form or fashion. Maybe for friends. Close ones. That's it, though, holy cow, what a lot of work and what a lot of pressure! And even if I ever was one, my motto would be "I'll take pictures, and so will everyone else!" Or something like that.
Best Man and Groomsman. Had to get the "jacket over the shoulder" shot, according to Craig, that is an essential wedding shot.
Craig's picture.
Goldfish at the reception! These are all out of order, by the way...
The ladies had to duck for cover after this lobbing of the bouquet!
Mmm, wedding cake. It was pumpkin!! Seriously THE BEST wedding cake I have ever had. I crave it all the time now and will probably never have it again...
Newlyweds!
She admitted to me before the wedding that she was embarassed to get her nails done. I think they look HOT! :-)
Her hair was gorgeous. And look at his face in this shot, I love it!
Her colors were brown and white. Genius, it's bold. Classic. Should have done that for MY wedding! Well, should have done anything but blue and silver...seriously, what was I thinking?!
Hi, Craig.
Flower girls. Hams. Love it.
Flower girl getting ready (these are out of order, obviously)
Anyway, it was a beautiful wedding, and I am so glad that we got to be a part of it. I will say that I was battling within myself the whole time whether we should have brought the kids or not. It was nice not to have to chase them around (especially since I would have been the one chasing since Craig was in the party), but everyone else had their kids and both Craig and I felt like the parents that didn't want their kids around. Oh well, we would have brought them and I would have taken about two shots of the entire thing and mine would have been the kids screaming during the ceremony. Okay, Craig is tapping his foot waiting for me to get to bed. G'night!
On a funny side note, I was excited to kind of watch the photographer they had in action while he did his thing. I didn't want to shadow him around and take the same shots he set up behind his shoulder, especially since they already paid him to get the shot he got, so I tried to take pictures of everything else. Except everytime I found "something else" to take a picture of, mysteriously he would show up and suddenly I would be in the way of his shot again, and half the time he would take the same shot I got in the first place. Then I felt like he was trying to send me a clear message: "You're in the way!", but I went on taking pictures anyway, and I don't know what on earth could have bothered him because I'm sure his pictures were a bazillion times better than mine anyway. I also learned that as beautiful as weddings are and as fun as they can be, I'm not planning on being a wedding photographer in any form or fashion. Maybe for friends. Close ones. That's it, though, holy cow, what a lot of work and what a lot of pressure! And even if I ever was one, my motto would be "I'll take pictures, and so will everyone else!" Or something like that.
Best Man and Groomsman. Had to get the "jacket over the shoulder" shot, according to Craig, that is an essential wedding shot.
Craig's picture.
Goldfish at the reception! These are all out of order, by the way...
The ladies had to duck for cover after this lobbing of the bouquet!
Mmm, wedding cake. It was pumpkin!! Seriously THE BEST wedding cake I have ever had. I crave it all the time now and will probably never have it again...
Newlyweds!
She admitted to me before the wedding that she was embarassed to get her nails done. I think they look HOT! :-)
Her hair was gorgeous. And look at his face in this shot, I love it!
Her colors were brown and white. Genius, it's bold. Classic. Should have done that for MY wedding! Well, should have done anything but blue and silver...seriously, what was I thinking?!
Hi, Craig.
Flower girls. Hams. Love it.
Flower girl getting ready (these are out of order, obviously)
Anyway, it was a beautiful wedding, and I am so glad that we got to be a part of it. I will say that I was battling within myself the whole time whether we should have brought the kids or not. It was nice not to have to chase them around (especially since I would have been the one chasing since Craig was in the party), but everyone else had their kids and both Craig and I felt like the parents that didn't want their kids around. Oh well, we would have brought them and I would have taken about two shots of the entire thing and mine would have been the kids screaming during the ceremony. Okay, Craig is tapping his foot waiting for me to get to bed. G'night!
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