<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555223119959087911</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:17:47.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OLECTRA'S OASIS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17706241973051986824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555223119959087911.post-2948221301122844902</id><published>2011-08-04T23:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T23:58:50.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Always at night</title><content type='html'>Why does it always hit me at night? This feeling of udder loss and  sadness?&amp;nbsp; Why do I allow my brain to think of the things that I know  will make me sad?&amp;nbsp; After 3+ years you would think that I would have  these types of feelings under control. That I'd be able to think of my  first baby and not cry.&amp;nbsp; It's always at night that the thoughts and  memories come back to me.&amp;nbsp; Hunter was our first baby.&amp;nbsp; He represents all  of my hopes and dreams.&amp;nbsp; Losing him was like loosing a piece of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then come the feelings of dismay.&amp;nbsp; We had our families in to see  Hunter.&amp;nbsp; He was only 16 weeks.&amp;nbsp; He didn't look much like a full-term  baby at all, he looked more like a little alien. Should we have  subjected them to that?&amp;nbsp; We buried Hunter in a beautiful, tiny white  casket. We had a grave site service for him and we gave him a headstone  of his own.&amp;nbsp; Did we go too far? Did we grieve too hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Kathleen lost Seth I felt that maybe we acted a little ridiculous  when Hunter died.&amp;nbsp; I didn't even feel Hunter move.&amp;nbsp; I barely had a belly  bump belly (and that was only when I was sticking it out).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so tiny when he was born, the nurse wrapped him in a hat.&amp;nbsp; Isaac  and I were the only ones to see him fully.&amp;nbsp; We unwrapped that hat to see  our first baby.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember having so much faith that everything would be okay.&amp;nbsp; I had  done research and I felt prepared to handle the problems and issues he  would have WHEN he was born.&amp;nbsp; I knew that it was a possibility that he  would die before birth but I never really accepted that it would happen  to us.&amp;nbsp; I remember when we were at the amnio appointment.&amp;nbsp; Isaac and I  were joking around that pregnancy was the best weight loss program I  had been on (I had lost weight).&amp;nbsp; I recall seeing the nurse hand the US  wand over to the doctor and I think I knew right away.&amp;nbsp; Then I heard  those awful words "There is no heartbeat."&amp;nbsp; And just like that my  perfect little world came crashing down all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the innocence of pregnancy.&amp;nbsp; My life is forever tainted by the loss of my first baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555223119959087911-2948221301122844902?l=olectrasoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/2948221301122844902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/08/always-at-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/2948221301122844902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/2948221301122844902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/08/always-at-night.html' title='Always at night'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17706241973051986824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555223119959087911.post-6567022271823842962</id><published>2011-04-28T00:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:50:09.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Restaurants and change tables</title><content type='html'>In my humble opinion, if a restaurant advertises a "Kids eat free" night then they should definitely offer diaper change stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very disappointed in the availability of them in the restaurants we have visited recently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555223119959087911-6567022271823842962?l=olectrasoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6567022271823842962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/04/restaurants-and-change-tables.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/6567022271823842962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/6567022271823842962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/04/restaurants-and-change-tables.html' title='Restaurants and change tables'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17706241973051986824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555223119959087911.post-2516230267994642167</id><published>2011-04-19T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T22:07:04.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It`s been 3 years since we lost our first baby Hunter.&amp;nbsp; It has also been 6 months since my nephew Seth was born sleeping.&amp;nbsp; We went to the cemetery today with roses and balloons.&amp;nbsp; We laid a rose on each of the boy`s graves (they are beside each other) and released balloons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MkgyVNzJRII/Ta484PrDy6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/SVfRz7PMaK8/s320/P1120835.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40CxBfLboXs/Ta48mkPlRpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/C4etQwf4C-8/s1600/P1120834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40CxBfLboXs/Ta48mkPlRpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/C4etQwf4C-8/s320/P1120834.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We also added a balloon for Cameron who was a baby from my What To Expect: January Babies group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B6xx30QBPuI/Ta48Y_Er5wI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mgV7rL3M2cU/s320/P1120832.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mIn5falF3Pw/Ta49J-rtz1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/n1YuPzkgtVI/s1600/P1120838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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No, I didn't forget about my blog, I just don't know how to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post was my "befores" post.&amp;nbsp; I had hoped that posting it would convince me that I need to do something about my weight.&amp;nbsp; I still have no idea what I'm doing.&amp;nbsp; All I know is that I've GAINED another 6 pounds since starting.&amp;nbsp; Coincidentally I started a new birth control 4 weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; I'm wondering if that might be at least PART of my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; it must be bad when your own mother-in-law is inviting you to her aerobics class. :s&amp;nbsp; I know she's just trying to help but it just makes it real, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went dress shopping with two of my sisters today.&amp;nbsp; My little sister, Heather, is getting married in October and I'm going to be one of the bridesmaids.&amp;nbsp; Eek!&amp;nbsp; That &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; be the kick in the ass that I need to get moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; been going for more walks, especially when the weather has been nice.&amp;nbsp; The last few days have been SO freaking windy.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait for Summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555223119959087911-5329383561236631929?l=olectrasoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5329383561236631929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-i-didnt-forget.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/5329383561236631929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/5329383561236631929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-i-didnt-forget.html' title='No, I didn&apos;t forget...'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17706241973051986824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555223119959087911.post-9014983480616021585</id><published>2011-03-25T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T22:20:10.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Befores"</title><content type='html'>So, I'm nervous about doing this but I'm going to go ahead and just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I &lt;b&gt;just&lt;/b&gt; had a baby (9 weeks ago tomorrow!).&amp;nbsp; I don't like the way I look.&amp;nbsp; This stomach pooch is too much for me.&amp;nbsp; I don't feel sexy.&amp;nbsp; I don't feel beautiful.&amp;nbsp; I feel blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession: I'm still wearing my maternity jeans, every day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even bigger confession:&amp;nbsp; I never stopped wearing them in between my pregnancies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&amp;nbsp; I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that I have NO IDEA what to do and how to fix it.&amp;nbsp; I've never been on a diet or exercise program.&amp;nbsp; When I Google those two words the results are ENDLESS!&amp;nbsp; I have no idea what would work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has worked for you?&amp;nbsp; I'm open to any and all suggestions.&amp;nbsp; Keep in mind that I'm breastfeeding. I also don't have a lot of time in between caring for a newborn and chasing after a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I am just going to try and make healthier choices where possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's what I've been dreading.&amp;nbsp; The "before" pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JTTjxUbJxE4/TY1MA7Gh1CI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fOkF6Y4Sils/s1600/2011-03-25+21.50.29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JTTjxUbJxE4/TY1MA7Gh1CI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fOkF6Y4Sils/s320/2011-03-25+21.50.29.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pLS09pS8axs/TY1M5rw4rVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lyShmdKiGMQ/s1600/2011-03-25+21.51.05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pLS09pS8axs/TY1M5rw4rVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lyShmdKiGMQ/s320/2011-03-25+21.51.05.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't ask me why the scale picture won't turn right side up)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555223119959087911-9014983480616021585?l=olectrasoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/9014983480616021585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/03/befores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/9014983480616021585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/9014983480616021585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/03/befores.html' title='The &quot;Befores&quot;'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17706241973051986824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-JTTjxUbJxE4/TY1MA7Gh1CI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fOkF6Y4Sils/s72-c/2011-03-25+21.50.29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555223119959087911.post-7617936347587198193</id><published>2011-03-15T23:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T00:07:30.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquid Gold</title><content type='html'>Today I am mourning the loss of liquid gold.&amp;nbsp; Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this doctor.&amp;nbsp; He's trying to figure out why my one eyelid looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-k57onzL82iA/TYApokgsQ0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/xZplsmwwes0/s1600/Picture0015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-k57onzL82iA/TYApokgsQ0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/xZplsmwwes0/s320/Picture0015.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do that, the doctor ordered a CT Scan.&amp;nbsp; I had that scan this morning.&amp;nbsp; What he failed to tell me was that I couldn't breastfeed for 48 hours after the scan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, right?&amp;nbsp; Maybe he didn't know I was breastfeeding, right?&amp;nbsp; Except that while I was sitting in the chair right in front of him, having my eyes checked etc....I WAS BREASTFEEDING OWEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still shouldn't be THAT big of a deal you say? Owen has only ever CHOKED back on two ounce bottle and now he was going to have to go to straight bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily enough I had a minimal freezer stash of pumped breast milk I could give him.&amp;nbsp; We are QUICKLY running through that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the "Liquid Gold".&amp;nbsp; While Owen is being given bottles I need to keep pumping in order to keep my supply up.&amp;nbsp; I then have to pour this super valuable (aka Liquid Gold) down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jyxUJk9qgrs/TYArWEAun2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/JMsBrLvqSG4/s1600/P1120563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jyxUJk9qgrs/TYArWEAun2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/JMsBrLvqSG4/s320/P1120563.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But, I decided to make lemonade out of this lemon and partake of a few missed beverages! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Jylw1dc8Xlw/TYAsBzoRcsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C8TNQHn8je0/s1600/P1120568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Jylw1dc8Xlw/TYAsBzoRcsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C8TNQHn8je0/s320/P1120568.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555223119959087911-7617936347587198193?l=olectrasoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/7617936347587198193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/03/liquid-gold.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/7617936347587198193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/7617936347587198193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/03/liquid-gold.html' title='Liquid Gold'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17706241973051986824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-k57onzL82iA/TYApokgsQ0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/xZplsmwwes0/s72-c/Picture0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555223119959087911.post-1856073436551873088</id><published>2011-03-12T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T23:51:42.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Jacob</title><content type='html'>So, before Owen was born we bought Austin a doll.&amp;nbsp; Our intention was to give Austin the doll FROM Owen so that he had a baby to take care of &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;as well.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I decided to name the doll for him since anytime you ask him what a toy's name is he'd say "Autin" (Austin).&amp;nbsp; I always liked the name Jacob but those of you who know us well enough to know our last name would understand why Jake wouldn't work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Austin and I were playing with his toys the other night during a random "Owen-is-sleeping" moment.&amp;nbsp; He picked up "Jaybob" and told me "EAT!" so I asked him to show me how he feeds his baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xt6isYZeUGA/TXxMEYrvP-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ezHsf1z_apQ/s1600/P1120544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xt6isYZeUGA/TXxMEYrvP-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ezHsf1z_apQ/s320/P1120544.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555223119959087911-1856073436551873088?l=olectrasoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1856073436551873088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby-jacob.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/1856073436551873088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/1856073436551873088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby-jacob.html' title='Baby Jacob'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17706241973051986824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xt6isYZeUGA/TXxMEYrvP-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/ezHsf1z_apQ/s72-c/P1120544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555223119959087911.post-4586840186046920955</id><published>2011-03-09T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T10:37:23.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 hour date</title><content type='html'>So I've been thinking for a while that Isaac and I haven't been out by ourselves for a very.long.time.&amp;nbsp; We were overdue.&amp;nbsp; We dropped the boys off at the in-laws house and went to &lt;a href="http://www.coffeeculture.ca/canada/index-5.html"&gt;Coffee Culture&lt;/a&gt; in Exeter.&amp;nbsp; I ordered a hot chocolate, Isaac asked for a cafe-mocha and we decided to share a piece of chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down at a table (all the big comfy arm chairs were occupied) and proceeded to eat, talk and sip.&amp;nbsp; After a few mouthfuls of my hot chocolate Isaac asked me if I had drank out of the opposite side of the cup.&amp;nbsp; I said no and looked to see why he was asking.&amp;nbsp; There was a lipstick lip mark.&amp;nbsp; I don't wear, or even OWN lipstick.&amp;nbsp; Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things seem to happen to me.&amp;nbsp; I've had hair, bugs and twist ties in my food in various restaurants.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if I just notice these things more then the average person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac brought the mug back up to the counter and the girl's excuse was that "It's hard to get lipstick off."&amp;nbsp; I don't care how hard it is, you do it!&amp;nbsp; And you don't give out a mug that is still dirty!&amp;nbsp; Isaac's too nice though.&amp;nbsp; So I got a new mug with a new drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were leaving, Isaac wanted to get a muffin for breakfast the next morning.&amp;nbsp; The owner(?) was the one that served him.&amp;nbsp; She had her daughter(? 8-10 years old maybe) behind the counter with her.&amp;nbsp; I was nice and told her that one of her signs was backwards.&amp;nbsp; So it's the daughter that is reaching her hands and arms over all the trays of food to reach to the front of the display case to turn the sign around.&amp;nbsp; Lovely, I'm pretty sure that's not very sanitary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if we'll be returning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555223119959087911-4586840186046920955?l=olectrasoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/4586840186046920955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/03/1-hour-date.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/4586840186046920955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/4586840186046920955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/03/1-hour-date.html' title='1 hour date'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17706241973051986824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555223119959087911.post-8474195402090005697</id><published>2011-03-07T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:38:49.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Followers?</title><content type='html'>Wow, I didn't really think anyone was even reading this blog yet and now I've got two followers!&amp;nbsp; Exciting, thanks!&amp;nbsp; BUT it doesn't show me who you are.&amp;nbsp; Comment here or send me an email to let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555223119959087911-8474195402090005697?l=olectrasoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/8474195402090005697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/03/followers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/8474195402090005697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/8474195402090005697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/03/followers.html' title='Followers?'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17706241973051986824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555223119959087911.post-6121759532312277958</id><published>2011-03-06T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T14:02:29.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 weeks</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that Owen is 6 weeks old already (yesterday).&amp;nbsp; These weeks have gone by so much faster with Owen then they did with Austin, probably because I've got the two&amp;nbsp;boys to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen did NOT sleep well last night.&amp;nbsp; And, of course, I was sick last night too.&amp;nbsp; Trying to care for a crying baby while feeling like crying myself was not fun.&amp;nbsp; I'm feeling a little better now and Owen has had a laid back morning so hopefully it was just a one off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept in pretty late this morning because we were up so often last night.&amp;nbsp; Owen slept pretty well once we brought him into bed with us.&amp;nbsp; When I went to go get Austin up he was STARK NAKED.&amp;nbsp; Apparently he had been awake for a while and got quite bored waiting for us to come get him.&amp;nbsp; Luckily&amp;nbsp;he didn't have a dirty diaper, this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac took Austin with him today to the &lt;a href="http://maps.google.ca/maps/place?rls=com.microsoft:en-ca:IE-SearchBox&amp;amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;amp;rlz=1I7ACGW_enCA395CA395&amp;amp;redir_esc=&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;q=Lucan+Bowling+lanes&amp;amp;fb=1&amp;amp;gl=ca&amp;amp;hq=Bowling+lanes&amp;amp;hnear=Lucan,+ON&amp;amp;cid=15018129079098344429"&gt;Lucan Lanes&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to go bowling for &lt;a href="http://www.bbbsc.ca/defaultlanguage.asp"&gt;Big Brothers Big Sisters&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I'm grateful for the break and glad that Austin is getting some quality time with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John (my father-in-law) has been here for the last few hours breaking a hole in the cement floor in the basement to install a second sump pump to try and help with the &lt;a href="http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/03/wet-basement.html"&gt;flooding issue&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I really hope this fixes the problem because it's been quite the ordeal so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555223119959087911-6121759532312277958?l=olectrasoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6121759532312277958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/03/6-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/6121759532312277958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/6121759532312277958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/03/6-weeks.html' title='6 weeks'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17706241973051986824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555223119959087911.post-1737708825630692654</id><published>2011-03-05T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T14:57:05.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Basement</title><content type='html'>Sigh, the joy of Spring. Our basement has been flooding. Nothing crazy like five feet of water or anything, but still, water, in the house. :( The first time we noticed it the sub pump seemed to be clogged. It was constantly running. You could tell because it was making waves in the "pond". I like Spring so much more then Winter (even though this isn't really Spring yet, just a random warm period) but I don't love this particular effect. Bring on Summer I say. There's nothing wrong with that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555223119959087911-1737708825630692654?l=olectrasoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/1737708825630692654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/03/wet-basement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/1737708825630692654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/1737708825630692654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/03/wet-basement.html' title='Wet Basement'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17706241973051986824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555223119959087911.post-6942416477803008761</id><published>2011-03-03T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:22:42.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Bank!</title><content type='html'>Oh grr.&amp;nbsp; I am NOT happy with my bank tonight.&amp;nbsp; I checked my bank account tonight and noticed a $40 charge that SHOULD NOT BE.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago I was having a hard time remembering to pay my Master Card bill on time.&amp;nbsp; Solution: Set up an automatic bill payment through my bank.&amp;nbsp; That should fix it right?&amp;nbsp; WRONG!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to get used to the reduced income that maternity leave has brought me.&amp;nbsp; We are NOT poor.&amp;nbsp; We HAVE money, it just wasn't in the right account.&amp;nbsp; I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, if you have an automatic bill payment set up and you DON'T have enough money in that account, what happens?&amp;nbsp; It just doesn't go through, right?&amp;nbsp; Alternatively, if you set up an automatic withdrawl with the credit card company and the money is not in the account, you get charged with an NSF, right?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't have enough money in my chequing account and was charged a $40 NSF charge (you could probably tell based on this rant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beyond pissed.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure it's probably written in the fine print somewhere but I will definitely be calling tomorrow morning to complain and hopefully get the charge reversed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555223119959087911-6942416477803008761?l=olectrasoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/6942416477803008761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/03/stupid-bank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/6942416477803008761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/6942416477803008761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/03/stupid-bank.html' title='Stupid Bank!'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17706241973051986824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555223119959087911.post-5005838768209590441</id><published>2011-03-02T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T15:46:38.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap time!</title><content type='html'>Oye.&amp;nbsp; So I just put my non-napping toddler down for a nap.&amp;nbsp; He's been soo tired today (laying all over the floor etc)&amp;nbsp;that I figured it was necessary.&amp;nbsp; This child has not had a regular nap for probably close to a year.&amp;nbsp; I followed his bedtime routine (milk, books, goodnight lights, music, hugs and kisses).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He FREAKED.&amp;nbsp; He's still crying 8 minutes later, although it's less dramatic. I really hope he goes to sleep, even if it's just for a half hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, 10 minutes in and all is quiet.&amp;nbsp; Owen is sleeping right now too.&amp;nbsp; This is nice.&amp;nbsp; Hmm, I wonder if I make this a regular happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have any suggestions for starting a 22 month old on a regular nap schedule?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4555223119959087911-5005838768209590441?l=olectrasoasis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/feeds/5005838768209590441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/03/nap-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/5005838768209590441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4555223119959087911/posts/default/5005838768209590441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://olectrasoasis.blogspot.com/2011/03/nap-time.html' title='Nap time!'/><author><name>Rachel Jaques</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17706241973051986824</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PhpbmYmUmI/SDzBqtzTY_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7Pmlr6tJ6oE/S220/blue+butterfly+from+service+card.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4555223119959087911.post-3195848571108539384</id><published>2011-02-28T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:35:41.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday (I think), February 28, 2011</title><content type='html'>Tonight I randomly remembered this blog.&amp;nbsp; I had forgotten it for such a long time.&amp;nbsp; I was never really a regular poster and didn't think I had any readers but apparently I was wrong.&amp;nbsp; I had quite a few comments from online Mommy friend's that I had never seen before.&amp;nbsp; I was touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved all of my old posts over to my other private blog because I still want to keep them, but I really wanted to make a fresh start tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stats:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Rachel, 26&lt;br /&gt;Husband: Isaac, 32&lt;br /&gt;Married: 3 years, 5 1/2 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby #1: Austin, 22 months&lt;br /&gt;Baby #2: Owen, 5 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel conflicted when someone asks me how many children I have.&amp;nbsp; Those who know me know that I have lost 2 babies.&amp;nbsp; We lost our first baby, Hunter, in April 2008 when I was 15 weeks pregnant.&amp;nbsp; We then had Austin in April 2009.&amp;nbsp; We lost our third baby, Ethen, in March 2010.&amp;nbsp; Then we had Owen in January 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to make people uncomfortable by mentioning my angel babies, but I'm sad when I feel like I'm hiding them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm determined that this is not going to be&amp;nbsp;a "miscarriage blog".&amp;nbsp; I will continue to mention them, but I hope not to focus on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen is now 5 weeks old.&amp;nbsp; I can't believe it!&amp;nbsp; Being Mommy to two kids has just started to get manageable.&amp;nbsp; I remember when Austin was young that it was right around the 6 week mark that I realized "Hey, I can DO this!" so I'm hoping that moment comes soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen is already smiling.&amp;nbsp; He started with a few random ones when he was just 3 weeks old.&amp;nbsp; Now I can pretty much get him to smile when I want, provided he's in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin has been such a g&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;reat big brother.&amp;nbsp; I totally expected to have had more jealous moments already but he's doing so great.&amp;nbsp; Not to say that he's perfect, he definitely knows how to push my buttons.&amp;nbsp; I just have to keep reminding myself that he's not even 2 yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago we had a mini photoshoot.&amp;nbsp; I hope I'll be able to remember how to share a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Austin﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-F3YzdXHOGh8/TWxa5pZx5PI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2jN3P2HsJVs/s1600/Austin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-F3YzdXHOGh8/TWxa5pZx5PI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2jN3P2HsJVs/s1600/Austin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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