June 4, 2008
Hello Dear Family!
How are you doing? We are doing well. I have decided that writing a bi-monthly letter is both good and bad. It’s good, because then I dread it only every other month, but it’s bad, because then I can’t remember what has happened the last two months, and then when I finally do, you have to read a novel! So however it turns out, here goes...
The kids are out of school for the summer, as of May 29th. I do enjoy having them home, and we have a pretty good system in place that gives them some structure and ensures that they are still using their brains and helping around the house. We have started out the summer pretty busy as three of the kids have camps this week, so I have had to get up early to get kids ready and transport them.
The five oldest kids played soccer in March/April/May, this being the first time the city offered the option of a spring soccer season. I’m not sure that I want to do it again next spring, partly because the weather was so disagreeable but also because it was very stressful for me trying to coordinate getting each of the kids to their twice weekly games, sometimes at the same time at different locations without Hugh’s help (since he was working late hours during tax season.) But the kids enjoyed it, and they really are fun to watch.
Steven is now a teenager (yikes!) as of May 18th! So far, so good (pretty much.) He is pleasant, sometimes responsible (we won’t mention the phone call I got from his English teacher informing me that he was failing her class because he had not turned in several assignments... Oops, I just did, never mind...) He’s getting the lower voice and the bigger feet and the acne and everything. Steven talked us into signing him up for a soccer camp at Utah Valley University which started today. He was also trying to get me to sign him up for a summer soccer club, but that would have entailed a lot more driving all over the valley throughout the whole summer, and I think I deal better with craziness if I can have some rests in between. Steven was surprised that the majority of the kids at the camp were girls, but he said it was fun and hopefully he will be able to pick up some tips on how to be a better player (I mean soccer!) Steven has signed up to take two advanced math classes concurrently next year, and while I think he is smart enough to handle it, I question whether he has the will and the discipline to pull it off. I hope he understands this will be his last chance to get it figured out (8th grade) before it really counts.
Daniel has been sadly anticipating his last weeks and days at Canyon Elementary forever (he’s a sentimental one, that Daniel) since he and Alyssa will be joining their siblings and cousins at ALA (the charter school) in the fall. ALA is piloting a new program in which students choose one of three “tracks” or areas of study with different emphases. I’m hoping that this approach will enhance each of our kids’ learning styles and help them to enjoy school and get more out of it. Daniel just returned today from a three-day, two-night fifth grade camp. He seemed to enjoy it but also seemed happy to see me when I picked him up. Daniel reluctantly finished a big poetry/prose autobiography assignment a week before the end of school, and I have enjoyed reading his writing. Sorting through his backpack full of papers, I have come across some assignments that he obviously didn’t put much thought into, like this one: “The people I admire most are... my mom and dad because they’re my parents. My biggest goal for the future is... to keep breathing, because I like to live.” Slacker – slacker with a sense of humor, but still a slacker! Daniel would like me to relax my expectations of them for the summer, but I can’t just let their brains turn to mush over the summer, so I guess I’ll have to think about a good compromise so that we can both feel like the summer was well-spent.
Julia likes having a project to work on. She has been excited about helping me come up with a schedule of things we should study during our “Brain Time” every day. This is what we came up with: math (do worksheets,) science (watch Bill Nye the Science Guy or The Magic School Bus,) history, geography, art, cooking or baking, biography, read-aloud, poetry (reading or writing.) I’m excited about the things I hope to learn with the kids. Julia, Michael, and Alyssa made chocolate chip cookies all by themselves for the first time last week. Julia asks me nearly every day if the Wrights can come over and have a sleepover, which doesn’t happen as often as she would like since Hugh still has to wake up at 4:30 every weekday morning, summer vacation or not.
Michael just finished up a four-day basketball day camp, which he and his cousin, Guts, said was mainly “TLC - torture little children.” I suppose that just means they had to do drills and exercises rather than just playing basketball - you know, doing the things that will actually make them better players. So I’m glad that they did it, but I wonder if they will choose to do it next year. Michael and Matthew share a room, and though Matthew drives Michael crazy sometimes, he really likes him. Sometimes Michael will read to Matthew, sometimes they will shoot hoops or play catch while they are supposed to be reading, but Matthew struggles to get to sleep at night if Michael isn’t in the room with him. Michael always comes home from piano lessons with four or five candies he has earned for memorizing songs. He really seems to have a good ear for music but doesn’t ever play the piano just for the sake of making music; he is much more motivated by the promise of candy or extra electronics time. Since my last letter, Michael turned eight years old and was baptized. I hope that we have taught these guys not only to do the right things, but also to seek for more understanding as to why the things we ask them to do are right so that they will be more likely to choose those right things once they are outside of our influence. Michael did amazingly well academically this year as a third grader, but he did tend to use his age as an excuse not to complete assignments he didn’t want to finish, so we will have to watch him more closely on that next year.
Alyssa (Lissy-loo) is very much into pretty hair lately. She likes to twist the lock of hair which frames her face until it sits there in a gentle corkscrew curl. She has taught herself to braid and put her hair and Natalie’s into rubber bands in different configurations (some cute, others silly.) She tried to fix Emily’s hair, but Emily has so little hair still that all she could do was slick it up into a Mohawk, or put it up in a rubber band, where it looks like a unicorn’s horn sticking out of the top of her head. Alyssa was happy to finish school and dance last month, neither of which she much looked forward to, oddly enough as she begged me for a year or two to put her in a dance class before I finally did. Alyssa and Natalie love to play with their cousin, Josie, and they spend lots of time outside on the swingset or riding bikes or inside dressing up, coloring, or painting. Alyssa and Julia have learned to roller skate pretty well in the last couple weeks.
Natalie is enjoying her newly acquired skills of riding a bike without training wheels and whistling. She is such a funny mixture- such a sweet, cute little doll-faced girl using big words and phrases like “seriously” or “in real life,” and then she can be so defiant and grumpy for no apparent reason other times. I’m afraid she is learning to be “prissy” from Alyssa, so I am trying to emphasize that how she acts is much more important than how she looks. She has been very shy (or is it just plain rude?) about talking to adults lately, to the point that Alyssa has had to accompany her to her Primary class for months now. I’ve tried to start having “special time” with Natalie for even just ten minutes a day, and she seems to relish that. Sometimes when she asks about it, I am working on something that I can’t put off until later, so sometimes she helps me finish what I am working on (and she calls this our “helping special time”) so that I will have time for “fun special time.” It is very sweet.
Matthew is such a paradox. He is so very Two - territorial, prone to temper tantrums, easily frustrated, and yet he is the kid who most often tells me “I love you, Mom” and most consistently says “thank you.” He bullies poor Emily, though he likes to hug her and “soft her” (pat her) and baby talk to her in a high voice. It is amusing (sort of) to hear him say “Go away, Happy Emily” and “I love Happy Emily” all in the same breath. He lays claim to anything he likes. Thus, all the cars and trucks or books about cars and trucks, etc. belong to him, and you’d better not touch them unless you’re prepared to fight for them. He is constantly sneaking outside to ride Natalie’s old pink, three-wheeled scooter back and forth on the sidewalk in front of our house. His ever-increasing vocabulary is not always easy to understand, though I have a better time of it than Hugh since I am home with him all day. He amuses me when he points out my “spider eyes” as he watches me put on my mascara. It makes me wonder about how he perceives other such mundane things! Matthew likes to “help” say prayers at most meals now, which is again somewhat amusing to hear as his face is buried in his folded arms with the first word and his voice muffled until the pronouncement of “Amen!” at the end of the prayer. What a little character!
Emily is ten months old now, active and curious and seeming more like a little kid and less like a baby. She just barely figured out how to crawl up and down the stairs but still makes me gasp and jump to her side when she teeters near the edge of the stairs. She walks around the room while holding onto furniture, and can stand in one place for 10-20 seconds at a time. She likes to say “huh?” as she points or gestures at things. She also likes to wave and say “hi”, and Julia is sure she taught her how to say “up,” though I’m not sure she totally understands what it means. She likes to point to the pictures of all her siblings while I name them for her. She melts us with her adorable two-toothed grin and baby giggles, but is generally stone-faced and wary of anyone she doesn’t know well. Matthew’s nickname of “Happy Emily” has stuck, even though she is not as easy-going and friendly as she started out. She puts everything in her mouth, and I have often noticed her little cheeks bulging with scary things that could choke her like game pieces or toothpaste caps.
Hugh got through an especially rough tax season, and we are hoping he and his boss can figure out some kind of arrangement so that Hugh can work either from home or from BYU a couple of days a week so he doesn’t have to spend so many hours commuting to Salt Lake City every day. Since the weather has been nicer, Hugh has started riding his bike to the bus stop. As food and gas prices have soared, I have felt a new sense of urgency to make sure we have at least a three- to six-month supply of food and non-food items stored up for emergency or disaster. I am also experimenting with cooking/baking more with wheat, both for our health and to use the food that we can easily store for long periods of time. It’s too bad I didn’t do this a year ago – it would have been a lot cheaper had I purchased the bulk of it then! It has been a cold, wet spring, and we have had new leaking in the basement, so we will probably have to dig out the three window wells at least five feet down (below the level of the basement floor) and fill them with rocks big enough to allow space for water to sit until it can soak down to the water table. We are so excited for the Dosdall Family Reunion at Bear Lake and the arrival of cousins and families about two weeks from now. We know it is a big investment of time and money to come here, and we really appreciate everyone’s willingness to make it happen.
I’m sure there’s much I have forgotten to report but this letter is too long already, so I will sign off now. We hope you are all well and happy. We love you.
Love,
Ann, Hugh, Steven, Daniel, Julia, Michael, Alyssa, Natalie, Matthew, & Emily
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
April 1st 2008 Newsletter
Hello Dear Family!
Long time no write, huh? We hope you are all doing well and surviving the extended winter weather many of us are experiencing. Hugh is nearing the end of tax season (two weeks to go) and has been working long hours for the last couple of months. We all feel it when Hugh is gone so much. Even Alyssa has commented that she hates tax season. Hugh works really late on Friday nights (rolling in about midnight) and then has to prepare his Gospel Doctrine lesson most of the day Saturday every other week. He never complains, but he sure does look beat whenever he’s at home (or maybe that’s just the effect we have on him?)
The five oldest kids were supposed to have the first of their spring soccer season games tonight, but since there is a decent amount of snow on the ground again, the games have been cancelled. I have to admit that is a relief, even though I am glad that the kids are healthy and want to play soccer. It makes our evenings crazy when I am trying to figure out how to get two or three kids to games at various times and in various locations, as well as making sure they are all fed and the younger ones have something to do (other than whine and fuss) while we shuttle older kids around and try to watch them play. It’s all good, it’s just that sometimes there’s too much going on to really enjoy it.
We really enjoy having the Wrights live close to us. Until the recent snows squelched things, James had been taking their two older and our four older kids over to the neighborhood park for early morning workouts. He works them hard but he makes it fun, and the kids welcome the challenge. James has also worked with the kids some on learning to play baseball, which our kids have never really done beyond one or two seasons of T-ball when they were very small. Kristen and James have been transporting the kids to and from school a lot of the time, which has really helped me a lot. We will have some juggling to do when James’ work schedule and the seven kids’ (five Wilkins and two Wrights) sports seasons are in full swing, but we won’t worry about that until we have to. It has been so fun for me to watch our kids enjoy each other, as well as for the adults to get to know each other’s children better. The kids always look forward to sleepovers and days off together.
Steven has had some fun opportunities in the last month or so. He participated in a math competition at the University of Utah and enjoyed the day, as well as the weekly after-school classes for the six weeks prior to the competition. He was also able to “job-shadow” Hugh. Hugh showed Steven around the Church Office Building and Steven at least got an idea of what his dad does all day. Steven was wishing his Uncle Derek would move here so he could tag along with him and learn about his bio-medical engineering job. I love to watch Steven with Emily – if she is fussing and I ignore her, Steven will pick her up. He often brings her straight to me, but sometimes if I tell him I just can’t get her right then, he will hold her so she can watch me until I’m ready to get her. Steven often gets what he asks for because he is reasonable and negotiates so pleasantly.
Daniel has such a cute (I would get in big trouble if he knew I used that word to describe him) sense of humor. The other day after I watched him jumping around while brushing his teeth using some new, very minty toothpaste, he said, “Is this jalapeňo-flavored toothpaste?!” And this morning, he complained about pain in his eyes. As I was asking him questions about it, he offered, “I think I know the problem. I think I just need more electronics time.” Daniel has mentioned that he would like to be in some kind of drama class or production, though he emphasized that he does not sing or dance. He is also quite the writer, which is apparent when the kids play Balderdash, a game in which players try to make up the most plausible definitions to obscure words in order to get other players to vote for theirs as the authentic one. Daniel slammed his own finger in the door as he was trying to get away from Steven to avoid retribution for his taunting. It cut his finger deeply enough that he could have had stitches, but we just kept it well-bandaged for a week or two, and it seems to be healing okay. Hopefully he learned a lesson about not bugging his siblings!
Julia and the other three oldest kids have been Sudoku maniacs lately. These guys seem to just zoom through them. Julia recently finished reading the Harry Potter books again and is looking for another series to dive into. Julia especially has really gotten into softball with her cousin Jamie and Uncle James, and (with James’ coaching) is getting pretty good. I half-heartedly offered to sign her up for softball, and since she didn’t jump at it, I’m just going to leave it at that. (I’m not too excited to start softball before soccer is even finished, especially since the season would go halfway through July...) Julia excels in music, and sometimes I think I should push her a little harder to practice the violin.
As I wrote last time, Michael won the third grade spelling bee, and since then ended up coming in third place in the regional spelling bee. Since studying homophones, one of Michael’s favorite things to do is to try to see if he can outsmart me by asking me to spell a word which has two or three different spellings. Much to his satisfaction, he has caught me a few times. He enjoys using his calculator to figure out square roots for different numbers. Michael will be eight years old in just a couple of days, and will be baptized next weekend (since General Conference will be this weekend.)
Alyssa still struggles with going to school and dance lessons, but she is improving. Once I finally decided she was just manipulating me, I have taken a forceful approach in making her go to school – literally wrestling her into the neighbor’s car on carpool days (thank goodness I have a supportive neighbor), letting her cry at the curb while I lock myself in the van so she can’t get back in, and even giving completely serious threats of spanking (which we have never done.) The first couple of times this happened, I worried that she would hate me when she came home from school, but she has been just fine, even happy she went. She has also made great strides in getting her room clean nearly every day (sometimes those Little Debbie treats work magic!) Alyssa seems to get headaches quite often for a child, and I sometimes wonder whether she just likes the medication (or the attention?) so I have told her she may have Tylenol no more than twice a week.
My little sugar and spice Natalie seems to need more attention, so on the pediatrician’s recommendation, I have tried to institute a “special time” with her each day. We set a timer for 10-15 minutes and do something she wants to – read, play a game, work on a puzzle, paint her fingernails, whatever. We don’t always get to it, but she really seems to like it and suggests we do something beyond our morning reading nearly every day. She is cute, enough that when she recently announced with enthusiasm, “Mom, I have a REALLY BIG IDEA! Let’s get out all the boxes of toys at the same time!” I was tempted to say yes just because it was so cute until I thought about what a really big, bad mess I would find myself cleaning up. Matthew picks on Natalie more than anyone else, and he really is rough with her. Other times, like when the older kids are all at school, they get along fairly well. I just have to smile at those times, like when I find the two of them sitting in Matthew’s crib, covered with blankets and books and “reading” together.
It is fun that Matthew (at least tries) to say just about everything now. Even though he is more verbal now, he is still in the habit of throwing fits when he doesn’t get what he wants or when we take too long giving him what he wants. Just yesterday, he threw his toy cell phone because I was too slow in helping him to get his shoes off, and it landed behind the washer, where it will not be retrieved until we move out of this house. And then today, he was on the floor throwing a fit and threw something heavy up in the air, not anticipating that it would come right back down in his face. As you might imagine, he gave himself a painful and immediate punishment (which was somewhat amusing to the rest of us.) Matthew goes over to Emily at least a couple times a day, pretends to “eat” her, and says “de-ish-us!” (delicious) He recently started “vacuuming” with the toy lawnmower just the way Michael used to.
Emily, now eight months old, just cut her first tooth. I with great restraint held off giving her baby food fruits, trying to get her to take rice with vegetables so that she wouldn’t have the sweet tooth the rest of us do. But I succumbed in my desperation to buy time to attend to other kids and household duties, and I’ve ruined her with graham crackers and low sugar cookies and pretzels. Emily is not the easy-going baby she was the first 3-4 months of her life. She usually wants me to hold her, and when I do set her down she cries so suddenly and with such intensity that you would think I just stomped on her and walked away. She is just barely getting the crawling thing figured out, and is very clumsy and inefficient but so precious to watch. The kids like to get her hair wet and slick it into a Mohawk, and it stays that way even through her naps. Emily claps and waves sometimes and makes adorable baby sounds. She is round and cute.
I am still trudging along with some projects at the charter school, and am kind of at a standstill until I get approval/feedback from the administration. I seem to forever have more to do than I can possibly get done, so hopefully I am devoting my time and efforts to the things that really matter. We are grateful for our health and our abundant blessings. We hope you are doing well.
Love,
Ann, Hugh, Steven, Daniel, Julia, Michael, Alyssa, Natalie, Matthew, & Emily
Long time no write, huh? We hope you are all doing well and surviving the extended winter weather many of us are experiencing. Hugh is nearing the end of tax season (two weeks to go) and has been working long hours for the last couple of months. We all feel it when Hugh is gone so much. Even Alyssa has commented that she hates tax season. Hugh works really late on Friday nights (rolling in about midnight) and then has to prepare his Gospel Doctrine lesson most of the day Saturday every other week. He never complains, but he sure does look beat whenever he’s at home (or maybe that’s just the effect we have on him?)
The five oldest kids were supposed to have the first of their spring soccer season games tonight, but since there is a decent amount of snow on the ground again, the games have been cancelled. I have to admit that is a relief, even though I am glad that the kids are healthy and want to play soccer. It makes our evenings crazy when I am trying to figure out how to get two or three kids to games at various times and in various locations, as well as making sure they are all fed and the younger ones have something to do (other than whine and fuss) while we shuttle older kids around and try to watch them play. It’s all good, it’s just that sometimes there’s too much going on to really enjoy it.
We really enjoy having the Wrights live close to us. Until the recent snows squelched things, James had been taking their two older and our four older kids over to the neighborhood park for early morning workouts. He works them hard but he makes it fun, and the kids welcome the challenge. James has also worked with the kids some on learning to play baseball, which our kids have never really done beyond one or two seasons of T-ball when they were very small. Kristen and James have been transporting the kids to and from school a lot of the time, which has really helped me a lot. We will have some juggling to do when James’ work schedule and the seven kids’ (five Wilkins and two Wrights) sports seasons are in full swing, but we won’t worry about that until we have to. It has been so fun for me to watch our kids enjoy each other, as well as for the adults to get to know each other’s children better. The kids always look forward to sleepovers and days off together.
Steven has had some fun opportunities in the last month or so. He participated in a math competition at the University of Utah and enjoyed the day, as well as the weekly after-school classes for the six weeks prior to the competition. He was also able to “job-shadow” Hugh. Hugh showed Steven around the Church Office Building and Steven at least got an idea of what his dad does all day. Steven was wishing his Uncle Derek would move here so he could tag along with him and learn about his bio-medical engineering job. I love to watch Steven with Emily – if she is fussing and I ignore her, Steven will pick her up. He often brings her straight to me, but sometimes if I tell him I just can’t get her right then, he will hold her so she can watch me until I’m ready to get her. Steven often gets what he asks for because he is reasonable and negotiates so pleasantly.
Daniel has such a cute (I would get in big trouble if he knew I used that word to describe him) sense of humor. The other day after I watched him jumping around while brushing his teeth using some new, very minty toothpaste, he said, “Is this jalapeňo-flavored toothpaste?!” And this morning, he complained about pain in his eyes. As I was asking him questions about it, he offered, “I think I know the problem. I think I just need more electronics time.” Daniel has mentioned that he would like to be in some kind of drama class or production, though he emphasized that he does not sing or dance. He is also quite the writer, which is apparent when the kids play Balderdash, a game in which players try to make up the most plausible definitions to obscure words in order to get other players to vote for theirs as the authentic one. Daniel slammed his own finger in the door as he was trying to get away from Steven to avoid retribution for his taunting. It cut his finger deeply enough that he could have had stitches, but we just kept it well-bandaged for a week or two, and it seems to be healing okay. Hopefully he learned a lesson about not bugging his siblings!
Julia and the other three oldest kids have been Sudoku maniacs lately. These guys seem to just zoom through them. Julia recently finished reading the Harry Potter books again and is looking for another series to dive into. Julia especially has really gotten into softball with her cousin Jamie and Uncle James, and (with James’ coaching) is getting pretty good. I half-heartedly offered to sign her up for softball, and since she didn’t jump at it, I’m just going to leave it at that. (I’m not too excited to start softball before soccer is even finished, especially since the season would go halfway through July...) Julia excels in music, and sometimes I think I should push her a little harder to practice the violin.
As I wrote last time, Michael won the third grade spelling bee, and since then ended up coming in third place in the regional spelling bee. Since studying homophones, one of Michael’s favorite things to do is to try to see if he can outsmart me by asking me to spell a word which has two or three different spellings. Much to his satisfaction, he has caught me a few times. He enjoys using his calculator to figure out square roots for different numbers. Michael will be eight years old in just a couple of days, and will be baptized next weekend (since General Conference will be this weekend.)
Alyssa still struggles with going to school and dance lessons, but she is improving. Once I finally decided she was just manipulating me, I have taken a forceful approach in making her go to school – literally wrestling her into the neighbor’s car on carpool days (thank goodness I have a supportive neighbor), letting her cry at the curb while I lock myself in the van so she can’t get back in, and even giving completely serious threats of spanking (which we have never done.) The first couple of times this happened, I worried that she would hate me when she came home from school, but she has been just fine, even happy she went. She has also made great strides in getting her room clean nearly every day (sometimes those Little Debbie treats work magic!) Alyssa seems to get headaches quite often for a child, and I sometimes wonder whether she just likes the medication (or the attention?) so I have told her she may have Tylenol no more than twice a week.
My little sugar and spice Natalie seems to need more attention, so on the pediatrician’s recommendation, I have tried to institute a “special time” with her each day. We set a timer for 10-15 minutes and do something she wants to – read, play a game, work on a puzzle, paint her fingernails, whatever. We don’t always get to it, but she really seems to like it and suggests we do something beyond our morning reading nearly every day. She is cute, enough that when she recently announced with enthusiasm, “Mom, I have a REALLY BIG IDEA! Let’s get out all the boxes of toys at the same time!” I was tempted to say yes just because it was so cute until I thought about what a really big, bad mess I would find myself cleaning up. Matthew picks on Natalie more than anyone else, and he really is rough with her. Other times, like when the older kids are all at school, they get along fairly well. I just have to smile at those times, like when I find the two of them sitting in Matthew’s crib, covered with blankets and books and “reading” together.
It is fun that Matthew (at least tries) to say just about everything now. Even though he is more verbal now, he is still in the habit of throwing fits when he doesn’t get what he wants or when we take too long giving him what he wants. Just yesterday, he threw his toy cell phone because I was too slow in helping him to get his shoes off, and it landed behind the washer, where it will not be retrieved until we move out of this house. And then today, he was on the floor throwing a fit and threw something heavy up in the air, not anticipating that it would come right back down in his face. As you might imagine, he gave himself a painful and immediate punishment (which was somewhat amusing to the rest of us.) Matthew goes over to Emily at least a couple times a day, pretends to “eat” her, and says “de-ish-us!” (delicious) He recently started “vacuuming” with the toy lawnmower just the way Michael used to.
Emily, now eight months old, just cut her first tooth. I with great restraint held off giving her baby food fruits, trying to get her to take rice with vegetables so that she wouldn’t have the sweet tooth the rest of us do. But I succumbed in my desperation to buy time to attend to other kids and household duties, and I’ve ruined her with graham crackers and low sugar cookies and pretzels. Emily is not the easy-going baby she was the first 3-4 months of her life. She usually wants me to hold her, and when I do set her down she cries so suddenly and with such intensity that you would think I just stomped on her and walked away. She is just barely getting the crawling thing figured out, and is very clumsy and inefficient but so precious to watch. The kids like to get her hair wet and slick it into a Mohawk, and it stays that way even through her naps. Emily claps and waves sometimes and makes adorable baby sounds. She is round and cute.
I am still trudging along with some projects at the charter school, and am kind of at a standstill until I get approval/feedback from the administration. I seem to forever have more to do than I can possibly get done, so hopefully I am devoting my time and efforts to the things that really matter. We are grateful for our health and our abundant blessings. We hope you are doing well.
Love,
Ann, Hugh, Steven, Daniel, Julia, Michael, Alyssa, Natalie, Matthew, & Emily
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