Here's a picture of my big girl taken this morning.
If you're a somewhat new reader and want to read about Kendall's birth story, you can find it here, and for the first post I did after her birth, you can read this.
Merry Christmas!
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Merry Christmas/Happy Birthday
Three years ago today, I officially became a mom - could there be a better Christmas gift?
Here's a picture of my big girl taken this morning.
If you're a somewhat new reader and want to read about Kendall's birth story, you can find it here, and for the first post I did after her birth, you can read this.
Merry Christmas!
Here's a picture of my big girl taken this morning.
If you're a somewhat new reader and want to read about Kendall's birth story, you can find it here, and for the first post I did after her birth, you can read this.
Merry Christmas!
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
40 Minutes in a Stranger's House
Wanna hear a story? It's a good one! Well, I think it's a good one...it could be one of those things where you think you had to be there.
Okay, so we're here in Florida for the holidays, right? It's Wednesday night, and we decided to go check out some Christmas lights. Growing up here in Pensacola, one of the local catholic churches always had this HUGE display of Christmas lights. At some point they stopped doing it, but I heard they recently brought it back. So we headed out with the girls and Grant's parents to go check it out.
We get there, and the parking lot is E-M-P-T-Y. Okay, there maybe was one other car. But that's it. Not quite the crowds we were expecting. Grant's mom gets on the phone and asks her friend if she knew anything about it, and she said that they are doing lights, but only on the weekends.
So there went that idea.
We already had the girls in the stroller, so we decided to walk around the grounds a bit. Not only did this church used to do a Christmas lights display, but they also used to have the annual "Saint Anne's Round-Up," which was just a fun thing to go to. So walking around really brought back alot of memories that I hadn't thought of in about (I hate to even say this) 20 years (that can't be right!).
While we were walking around, we noticed there were people in the chapel, so we peeked in and saw a choir director leading a practice. This might seems like a trivial detail, but keep this in mind for later.
We made our way back to the car, but Grant's mom got another idea for something to do from her friend. She had a flier for this house out in Beulah (out in the country) that supposedly had 3,000 lights and all sorts of decorations, and this was the last night to see it, so we should probably go there.
Beulah wasn't too far from Saint Anne's, so we said Why not?
So off we went to some random house out in Beulah. We finally get to the street that this house was on, and we were expecting to see a long line of cars, or traffic, or SOMETHING. But there was nothing. Just a nice little quiet neighborhood.
Grant's mom told us the house number, and when we saw it, it had a few modest decorations out front, and some decorations visible through some of the windows, but nothing that stood out. Well right after she said the house number, she mentioned, "And we're supposed to go in," kind of nonchalantly.
Grant said, "WHAT? We're going IN there?" To which I replied, "Uh, NO we're NOT!!!"
Everyone in the car just starts cracking up, because really, there was nothing special about this place. Grant drove past the house to the end of the street, turned around and drove back past. His mom said she wanted to go knock on the door, and as she was getting out, I kindly suggested that maybe he should just ditch her, but of course he didn't.
Betty actually got out of the car, walked herself right up to that door and knocked. What she and the lady talked about, I don't really know. What I do know, is about 30 seconds later, I heard, "We're going in!"
So we parked in the driveway, and Grant made a comment about not wanting to get killed. When he turned off the car Kendall said, "Daddy, don't let me get killed." And that, folks, is why we will not be winning Parents of the Year.
Okay, so we go inside, and apparently, this lady was trying to promote her house as something to come see, but it hadn't really caught on. She wouldn't tell us how many people had come, she would just say, "Not many." Which we took to mean "You're pretty much it."
I'm not kidding when I say that Betty and I hid in a corner and laughed (we tried to be quiet about it, at least) for probably the first five minutes of our being there. Then I thought this lady might really think we're the crazy ones if we don't stop laughing, so we eventually stopped and started walking around. I snapped this picture of Betty and the lady of the house, and at first I thought it was a bad one of Betty, but now I really like this one because it was taken in the middle of our laughing fit. I think I was giggling when I took it...
She had 22 Christmas trees throughout the house. Twenty. Two. TWENTY TWO!!!!!! It sounds like a lot, but she actually had a really big house, and it was very tastefully done. Here's just a sampling of what some of it looked like...
Each tree had a theme (patriotic, under the sea, nutcracker, gingerbread, etc), and usually coordinated with something in whatever room it was in. I took particular interest in her craft room and how she decorated that tree...
When I told her I was a fellow quilter, she pulled out this beauty that she's been working on. Her mom actually started it 2 years before she died, which was 3 years ago!
We found out that the reason she was opening up her house was for a fundraiser for Navy Relief. Her husband is in the Navy, and they have lived all over the world, and have collected ornaments from everywhere they've been.
Anyways, after about 40 minutes of tramping throughout her house, taking way too many pictures, asking too many questions...we decided it was time to go, where we all laughed - alot.
While we were driving home, someone (I think it was Grant) asked where her husband was. Betty said, "Oh, he's the choir director at Saint Anne's, and they had choir practice tonight."
Remember what I said earlier? When we were at Saint Anne's, we looked in the chapel and saw the choir director leading practice!!!
Pensacola's not huge, but it's not small, by any means. So that was just totally random, that we happened to see this stranger's husband in a completely different part of town.
So that's my story! If you didn't think it was funny, I'm sorry. It was definitely a highlight for us, and we keep saying that nothing from the rest of our time here will top it.
Okay, so we're here in Florida for the holidays, right? It's Wednesday night, and we decided to go check out some Christmas lights. Growing up here in Pensacola, one of the local catholic churches always had this HUGE display of Christmas lights. At some point they stopped doing it, but I heard they recently brought it back. So we headed out with the girls and Grant's parents to go check it out.
We get there, and the parking lot is E-M-P-T-Y. Okay, there maybe was one other car. But that's it. Not quite the crowds we were expecting. Grant's mom gets on the phone and asks her friend if she knew anything about it, and she said that they are doing lights, but only on the weekends.
So there went that idea.
We already had the girls in the stroller, so we decided to walk around the grounds a bit. Not only did this church used to do a Christmas lights display, but they also used to have the annual "Saint Anne's Round-Up," which was just a fun thing to go to. So walking around really brought back alot of memories that I hadn't thought of in about (I hate to even say this) 20 years (that can't be right!).
While we were walking around, we noticed there were people in the chapel, so we peeked in and saw a choir director leading a practice. This might seems like a trivial detail, but keep this in mind for later.
We made our way back to the car, but Grant's mom got another idea for something to do from her friend. She had a flier for this house out in Beulah (out in the country) that supposedly had 3,000 lights and all sorts of decorations, and this was the last night to see it, so we should probably go there.
Beulah wasn't too far from Saint Anne's, so we said Why not?
So off we went to some random house out in Beulah. We finally get to the street that this house was on, and we were expecting to see a long line of cars, or traffic, or SOMETHING. But there was nothing. Just a nice little quiet neighborhood.
Grant's mom told us the house number, and when we saw it, it had a few modest decorations out front, and some decorations visible through some of the windows, but nothing that stood out. Well right after she said the house number, she mentioned, "And we're supposed to go in," kind of nonchalantly.
Grant said, "WHAT? We're going IN there?" To which I replied, "Uh, NO we're NOT!!!"
Everyone in the car just starts cracking up, because really, there was nothing special about this place. Grant drove past the house to the end of the street, turned around and drove back past. His mom said she wanted to go knock on the door, and as she was getting out, I kindly suggested that maybe he should just ditch her, but of course he didn't.
Betty actually got out of the car, walked herself right up to that door and knocked. What she and the lady talked about, I don't really know. What I do know, is about 30 seconds later, I heard, "We're going in!"
So we parked in the driveway, and Grant made a comment about not wanting to get killed. When he turned off the car Kendall said, "Daddy, don't let me get killed." And that, folks, is why we will not be winning Parents of the Year.
Okay, so we go inside, and apparently, this lady was trying to promote her house as something to come see, but it hadn't really caught on. She wouldn't tell us how many people had come, she would just say, "Not many." Which we took to mean "You're pretty much it."
I'm not kidding when I say that Betty and I hid in a corner and laughed (we tried to be quiet about it, at least) for probably the first five minutes of our being there. Then I thought this lady might really think we're the crazy ones if we don't stop laughing, so we eventually stopped and started walking around. I snapped this picture of Betty and the lady of the house, and at first I thought it was a bad one of Betty, but now I really like this one because it was taken in the middle of our laughing fit. I think I was giggling when I took it...
She had 22 Christmas trees throughout the house. Twenty. Two. TWENTY TWO!!!!!! It sounds like a lot, but she actually had a really big house, and it was very tastefully done. Here's just a sampling of what some of it looked like...
Each tree had a theme (patriotic, under the sea, nutcracker, gingerbread, etc), and usually coordinated with something in whatever room it was in. I took particular interest in her craft room and how she decorated that tree...
When I told her I was a fellow quilter, she pulled out this beauty that she's been working on. Her mom actually started it 2 years before she died, which was 3 years ago!
We found out that the reason she was opening up her house was for a fundraiser for Navy Relief. Her husband is in the Navy, and they have lived all over the world, and have collected ornaments from everywhere they've been.
Anyways, after about 40 minutes of tramping throughout her house, taking way too many pictures, asking too many questions...we decided it was time to go, where we all laughed - alot.
While we were driving home, someone (I think it was Grant) asked where her husband was. Betty said, "Oh, he's the choir director at Saint Anne's, and they had choir practice tonight."
Remember what I said earlier? When we were at Saint Anne's, we looked in the chapel and saw the choir director leading practice!!!
Pensacola's not huge, but it's not small, by any means. So that was just totally random, that we happened to see this stranger's husband in a completely different part of town.
So that's my story! If you didn't think it was funny, I'm sorry. It was definitely a highlight for us, and we keep saying that nothing from the rest of our time here will top it.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
DPP - Day 19
Before the hustle-and-bustle of Christmas with extended family, we wanted to do an opening-gifts-time just for the 4 of us, so that's what we did this morning.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
DPP - Day 18
Well, it may seem I have been slacking for the December Photo Project, but not in other areas! I'm frantically doing stuff around the house, getting ready for our trip, and getting ready for Kendall's birthday party, which was this morning. It was a western-themed party, but I wanted to incorporate Christmas colors.
I made chocolate cupcakes with homemade peppermint cream cheese frosting. They were yummy!
I made chocolate cupcakes with homemade peppermint cream cheese frosting. They were yummy!
Friday, December 17, 2010
The Christmas Spirit
Bear with me as I write this. I usually don't get this deep, so hang on...
During this time of year, there's countless TV shows and movies dedicated to "The Christmas Spirit" - yet none of them mention the birth of Christ, which is what Christmas is about, is it not? I mean, His name is right there in the word itself!
It's really kind of started to bother me, this generic "Christmas Spirit," so it got me thinking, which led to me writing this.
So I ask, what is the Christmas Spirit? And why do you have it? What makes this holiday and this time of year so different than all the others? If you take Christ out of the equation, what do you have? Isn't it just any other day?
I admit that I get into the Santa and reindeer thing, too. That's a really fun part of Christmas, it encourages the imagination, etc - I get it. But the holiday is not called Santamas. When it comes right down to it, we're not celebrating Santa, we're celebrating Christ.
One of our favorite Christmas carols is not a popular one, but it's one of the oldest. It's called "Of the Father's Love Begotten," and it was written in the 5th Century. (That right there is pretty cool, I think - the fact that we can still sing a song written so long ago, and the meaning of it hasn't changed. Amazing.) One of the verses says this:
That, my friends, should be "The Christmas Spirit" - rejoicing in the birth of our Christ! Without Him, our lives are empty and meaningless.
I know this, and I've known it for a long time (since I was raised in a Christian home), but sometimes when you're taught something at a very young age, you tend to just kind of say these rehearsed phrases, and not really think about them. Now that I'm older and raising my own kids, I've found myself really thinking deeper about it all, because I really have to break down this huge concept into smaller bits and pieces to someone who's learning it all for the first time.
In closing, as I was searching for some sort of references I could use for this post, I came across this old sermon by John MacArthur. I really liked his closing prayer:
During this time of year, there's countless TV shows and movies dedicated to "The Christmas Spirit" - yet none of them mention the birth of Christ, which is what Christmas is about, is it not? I mean, His name is right there in the word itself!
It's really kind of started to bother me, this generic "Christmas Spirit," so it got me thinking, which led to me writing this.
So I ask, what is the Christmas Spirit? And why do you have it? What makes this holiday and this time of year so different than all the others? If you take Christ out of the equation, what do you have? Isn't it just any other day?
I admit that I get into the Santa and reindeer thing, too. That's a really fun part of Christmas, it encourages the imagination, etc - I get it. But the holiday is not called Santamas. When it comes right down to it, we're not celebrating Santa, we're celebrating Christ.
One of our favorite Christmas carols is not a popular one, but it's one of the oldest. It's called "Of the Father's Love Begotten," and it was written in the 5th Century. (That right there is pretty cool, I think - the fact that we can still sing a song written so long ago, and the meaning of it hasn't changed. Amazing.) One of the verses says this:
O that birth forever blessèd, when the virgin, full of grace,
By the Holy Ghost conceiving, bare the Savior of our race;
And the Babe, the world’s Redeemer,
First revealed His sacred face, evermore and evermore!
That, my friends, should be "The Christmas Spirit" - rejoicing in the birth of our Christ! Without Him, our lives are empty and meaningless.
I know this, and I've known it for a long time (since I was raised in a Christian home), but sometimes when you're taught something at a very young age, you tend to just kind of say these rehearsed phrases, and not really think about them. Now that I'm older and raising my own kids, I've found myself really thinking deeper about it all, because I really have to break down this huge concept into smaller bits and pieces to someone who's learning it all for the first time.
In closing, as I was searching for some sort of references I could use for this post, I came across this old sermon by John MacArthur. I really liked his closing prayer:
Father, we thank You for this marvelous reminder of the focus of life which is worship. May it come from deep within us, directed toward You, our saving God, for what You have done for us, what You have done for generation after generation of saved sinners and the way in which You have kept every promise to Your people. We rejoice. And our rejoice finds its focus in this great historic moment when You came into the world as a baby. Thank You, we praise You, we offer You our heart worship in Your Son's name. Amen.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Mixed Feelings
You tell me if any of this makes sense...
Yesterday, we were at Grant's Christmas party for work. Santa made an appearance, like he does every year. Every year, Kendall has freaked out. This year, was not only no different, but worse than the previous freak-outs. Now, I realize that a lot of kids don't like seeing a big, hairy guy with a red suit and hat, and it's not unusual to see some crying.
This is not that.
We're talking blood-curtling screams, crying, shaking, yelling "NO!!!!" It sounded like something out of a horror movie, and it lasted for several minutes.
Keep in mind, all of this was a reaction to just seeing Santa. We weren't trying to make her sit in his lap or wave at him - He simply walked into the room, and that's what she did.
So, she finally calmed down (a little) and I was trying to get her mind on other things, so I took her to the dessert table, with all sorts of cakes, cookies, and pies. I asked her what she wanted, and she said, "A cupcape!" So, I'm looking around at all the dozens of cupcakes, and I asked which one she wanted. Buried under a couple of stacks of cupcake boxes, she noticed a cupcake with a little plastic Santa stuck in it, and she excitedly said, "I want the Santa cupcape!"
Really?
Then there was another Santa-sighting freak out (while she was holding her beloved Santa cupcake), so we went upstairs to where they were raffling off gift baskets. So we're looking at all the gift baskets, and inside one of them was a Santa stocking. I didn't see it, but Kendall did, so she said, "I want that Santa stocking!"
When we asked her why she reacted that way to seeing Santa, she never really gave us an answer except for "Because," or "I was 'cared."
But as I type this out, she's happily watching a Christmas movie featuring Santa and she loves it!
I just don't get it...
Yesterday, we were at Grant's Christmas party for work. Santa made an appearance, like he does every year. Every year, Kendall has freaked out. This year, was not only no different, but worse than the previous freak-outs. Now, I realize that a lot of kids don't like seeing a big, hairy guy with a red suit and hat, and it's not unusual to see some crying.
This is not that.
We're talking blood-curtling screams, crying, shaking, yelling "NO!!!!" It sounded like something out of a horror movie, and it lasted for several minutes.
Keep in mind, all of this was a reaction to just seeing Santa. We weren't trying to make her sit in his lap or wave at him - He simply walked into the room, and that's what she did.
So, she finally calmed down (a little) and I was trying to get her mind on other things, so I took her to the dessert table, with all sorts of cakes, cookies, and pies. I asked her what she wanted, and she said, "A cupcape!" So, I'm looking around at all the dozens of cupcakes, and I asked which one she wanted. Buried under a couple of stacks of cupcake boxes, she noticed a cupcake with a little plastic Santa stuck in it, and she excitedly said, "I want the Santa cupcape!"
Really?
Then there was another Santa-sighting freak out (while she was holding her beloved Santa cupcake), so we went upstairs to where they were raffling off gift baskets. So we're looking at all the gift baskets, and inside one of them was a Santa stocking. I didn't see it, but Kendall did, so she said, "I want that Santa stocking!"
When we asked her why she reacted that way to seeing Santa, she never really gave us an answer except for "Because," or "I was 'cared."
But as I type this out, she's happily watching a Christmas movie featuring Santa and she loves it!
I just don't get it...
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
DPP - Day 14
Grant went to a Chinese restaurant for lunch with his office today, and he brought home a fried chicken foot. Awesome.
Monday, December 13, 2010
DPP - Day 13
So, I missed a day. And this picture was from a couple of days ago. But whatever. This was our sunrise the other day, and it was absolutely beautiful. For a few minutes, everything looked purple!
Saturday, December 11, 2010
DPP - Day 11
Yes, it's December. And yes, we're at the beach.
Don't hate!
It's nice and sunny and warm with a wonderfully cool breeze.
Don't do it...don't hate us!
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Friday, December 10, 2010
DPP - Day 10
Is this what you would choose to wear on a cold, rainy, foggy day? By the way, she's fake sneezing.
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
DPP - Day 8
As long as we live here, I don't think I'll ever get sick of seeing these sunsets. Would you?
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
DPP - Day 7
These are my cannisters, now with chalkboard paint labels! I love chalkboard paint, and the idea to use it for this hit me the other day! Someone recommended chalk markers, and that's what I've used to write on them with.
Kendall Speak - Part 7
The other day, Kendall had a little lipstick case that my mom had left here...you know, the kind with the little mirror in it? She put bobby pins in the case, and then she'd open the case, look in the mirror and take her bobby pin to her cheeks and her nose and she'd say, "I puttin' goulash on my cheeks and nake up on my nose."
For those that don't speak Kendallese, that's blush on her cheeks and make up on her nose.
Just now, while she's avoiding eating her breakfast, she asked if I wanted to see a trick. Of course, I did, so she did a somersault. Then I told her what trick I really wanted to see, and that would be making her breakfast disappear.
She said, "Okay! I will put my breasksast under my table!"
For those that don't speak Kendallese, that's blush on her cheeks and make up on her nose.
Just now, while she's avoiding eating her breakfast, she asked if I wanted to see a trick. Of course, I did, so she did a somersault. Then I told her what trick I really wanted to see, and that would be making her breakfast disappear.
She said, "Okay! I will put my breasksast under my table!"
Monday, December 06, 2010
DPP - Day 6
I may have been a little late for yesterdays post, but I'm super early for todays - it's barely 7 am!
Kendall came down the stairs this morning, and looked out our back window/door. She saw a pink stripe in the sky, and she pointed to it and said, "Does that pink stwipe mean the sun is comin' out?" Smart girl, huh?
DPP - Day 5
So, I'm a little late getting in my Day 5 picture, but here it is! We had a great weekend with great friends in San Diego! We know Andy and Megan from when we lived in Albuquerque, but they moved to San Diego about the same time we moved to Ohio, and then we moved out here, and we're only about 1 1/2 hours away from them.
Such a fun weekend was had by all!
Saturday, December 04, 2010
DPP - Day 4
These elephants are getting pedicures! And I entitle this post "Elephant Butt."
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Friday, December 03, 2010
DPP - Day 3
Today's picture is of the ornament I got at an ornament exchange last night! The exchange was done white elephant style, so things could be stolen up to 3 times. I stole this one from someone who stole it from someone else, so it was still eligible to be stolen, but no one did! I was pretty excited about it. If you can't tell from the picture, it's in the shape of Mickey.
Thursday, December 02, 2010
DPP - Day 2
Is anyone else just a little freaked out by our Elf on the Shelf (which, by the way, Kendall so cleverly named "Elfie")? I am...just a little.
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
DPP - Day 1
It's December 1! Which means it's time again for the December Photo Project! I've done this for a few years now, and want to keep it going. You should join, too!
I started another blog for my newest obsession (quilting), to save those of you who could care less from seeing me post about quilts. But, I'm kind of merging the two right now. Because I'm up to my head in quilting projects that I'm trying to finish before Christmas (that just makes me laugh, because it's not gonna happen), so that's where I am today with my picture. Here's Cami's feet on the quilt I'm currently working on for my niece.
Because, you know, as soon as you lay something on the floor that's new and colorful, the baby HAS to stand on it!
I started another blog for my newest obsession (quilting), to save those of you who could care less from seeing me post about quilts. But, I'm kind of merging the two right now. Because I'm up to my head in quilting projects that I'm trying to finish before Christmas (that just makes me laugh, because it's not gonna happen), so that's where I am today with my picture. Here's Cami's feet on the quilt I'm currently working on for my niece.
Because, you know, as soon as you lay something on the floor that's new and colorful, the baby HAS to stand on it!
Hallelujah!
I have words from the Hallelujah Chorus stuck in my head. I have to say, out of all the words and lyrics to be stuck in my head, these are some good ones: "And He shall reign forever, and ever...King of Kings, and Lord of Lords...Forever, and ever...Hallelujah, Hallelujah!"
The reason they're stuck in my head? Maybe you've seen it already, or maybe you've seen the links to it on Facebook, but this is why...
Watching that video brought tears to my eyes, gave me chills, and just made me happy. I like seeing some people's reactions at the beginning (which was maybe confusion, annoyance, shock) change by the end (smiling faces, happiness, appreciation). I was also happy that this group chose to sing this song. It's so easy for us to forget what Christmas is about - in our house, we try to strike a balance between Santa and the birth of Christ, but it does get hard given the culture we live in.
Anyways, the nerd in me came out when I heard this song, so I looked some stuff up on Wikipedia, and I thought this part was interesting:
I hope you watch the video, and I hope it moves you as much as it moved me.
The reason they're stuck in my head? Maybe you've seen it already, or maybe you've seen the links to it on Facebook, but this is why...
Watching that video brought tears to my eyes, gave me chills, and just made me happy. I like seeing some people's reactions at the beginning (which was maybe confusion, annoyance, shock) change by the end (smiling faces, happiness, appreciation). I was also happy that this group chose to sing this song. It's so easy for us to forget what Christmas is about - in our house, we try to strike a balance between Santa and the birth of Christ, but it does get hard given the culture we live in.
Anyways, the nerd in me came out when I heard this song, so I looked some stuff up on Wikipedia, and I thought this part was interesting:
The most famous movement is the "Hallelujah" chorus, which concludes the second of the three parts. The text is drawn from three passages in the New Testament book of Revelation:
And I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of mighty thunderings, saying, Alleluia: for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth. (Revelation 19:6)
And the seventh angel sounded; and there were great voices in heaven, saying, The kingdoms of this world are become the kingdoms of our Lord, and of his Christ; and he shall reign for ever and ever. (Revelation 11:15)
And he hath on his vesture and on his thigh a name written, KING OF KINGS, AND LORD OF LORDS. (Revelation 19:16)
In many parts of the world, it is the accepted practice for the audience to stand for this section of the performance. The tradition is said to have originated with the first London performance of Messiah, which was attended by King George II. As the first notes of the triumphant Hallelujah Chorus rang out, the king rose to his feet and remained standing until the end of the chorus. Royal protocol has always dictated that when the monarch stands, everyone in his (or her) presence is also required to stand. Thus, the entire audience and orchestra stood when the king stood during the performance, initiating a tradition that has lasted more than two centuries.[11] It is lost to history the exact reason why the King stood at that point, but the most popular explanations include:
*He was so moved by the performance that he rose to his feet.
*Out of tribute to the composer.
*As was and is the custom, one stands in the presence of royalty as a sign of respect. The Hallelujah chorus clearly places Christ as the King of Kings. In standing, King George II accepts that he too is subject to the Lord of Lords.
I hope you watch the video, and I hope it moves you as much as it moved me.
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