This monthly blog has definitely turned into more of a quarterly newsletter. I'm making myself be alright with that. So, back to Christmas we go!
Christmas
Trevin's class hosted a Grinchmas party for their families before school let out for break.
Myla loved getting to go to school and take part in all the activities.
I helped served the Breakfast for Baby Jesus on the last day before Christmas break. Myla got to tag along, and before I knew it she was right alongside Trevin taking part in all the action. We ended up staying for the Christmas party because they invited her to play the games and decorate a gingerbread house with the students. I think that week was the highlight of Myla's year. She felt like such a big kid getting to be at school and being spoiled by all the staff and students.
Trevin is very sweet to Myla when she's with his class. He's always eager to help her and make sure she's included. And then we get home and it's a way different story. But I'll take what I can get.
Our Christmas festivities continued with our annual church Christmas program. Myla made sure to sing nice and loud and Trevin kept his yawning on stage to a minimum.
And then came all of the family gatherings, which are always some of my favorite memories.
You might remember in my last post that Myla had asked my mom for saltine crackers for Christmas. Well, my mom delivered and Myla's face lit up when she opened them. It was weird and confusing and hilarious, but that's what she was most excited about.
James scored the gift of the year in the adult exchange by ending up with the burrito blanket. Trevin quickly claimed it and he makes us wrap him up like a burrito every night when we tuck him into bed.
The Huenefeld gathering is always a blast because of the constant buzz of the house. All of the kids have buddies their age and they get along so well. It's fun to see the interactions between them all.
Our Christmas traditions at home have really started to take form. We start advent readings December 1st each year and it's always some of the sweetest moments of the month.
We had Christmas Eve and Christmas day home again this year, so we enjoyed a bunch of quality time together as a family. It might have been the sweetest Christmas yet.
We did abelskievers and a Christmas charcuterie board which have become some of our favorite traditions. We were also able to have James's parents over for supper on Christmas day when James smoked brisket.
It was such a beautiful Christmas Eve, we were able to go for a walk and spend some time outside. A great gift, for sure!
I wasn't sure what Christmas would feel like this year. We had never felt "incomplete" as a family before, but this year we were. I bought a small stocking for Auden and it was a simple reminder of the life that had come and left in 2019.
Christmas was focused on celebrating the birth of baby 2,000 years ago. We felt so drawn to that joy because we had experienced deep pain from the death of a baby. The emotions were conflicting, but yet so hopeful. We could rejoice, even in our sorrow, because that baby, 2,000 years ago, defeated death.
Chicago
Our Chicago Christmas trip last year was cancelled by the stomach flu that never ended in our house, so we rescheduled for this year and prayed we'd stay healthy!
We left the Sunday after Christmas and returned home January 2nd. Before we left, I asked Trevin to pack a bag of things to do in the car. I found a kazoo and a harmonica in his bag. I hid them at the bottom and I'm thankful to report they never got used in the car.
We went to Illinois to see James's cousins. The first night we were there the girls went to a Christmas light show at a botanical garden and it was one of the coolest experiences we've had.
Parts of the light show was just pretty lights on trees or in the garden, but other parts had choreographed lights with the Christmas songs playing. It was magical. Big cities do have some really cool opportunities and offer amazing experiences, and that's about the only thing that attracts me to them. Well, that and the people we love that live there. Such a special time.
We also hit up the Shedd Aquarium because it had been several years since we'd gone. The kids especially loved the dolphin show and the 4D Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer movie.
We took the train one day and that was a huge highlight for the kids. It's fun to introduce them to urban lifestyle and show them how other people live.
Myla got to experience her first "sleepover" while we stayed with the Helms family. She was ecstatic and had the best time sleeping in Ruthie's room.
Myla loved tagging along with Ruth and they became fast friends.
Trevin couldn't have had more fun in Illinois because he and Noah really bonded over video games and spent lots of time together doing what Trevin loves more than anything else in the world.
We had such a great time with our extended family - endless games, great food, and even better company. Our time with them is never long enough.
Key West, Florida
With a baby due in April, we figured our annual spring break trip to Florida wasn't likely, so we decided to go a little further south than usual and take off for a week in January.
I think the kids were looking forward to it, but James and I were both really excited to be exploring a new place and taking some time to regroup as a family. 2019 felt brutal in a lot of ways and we were really desiring an opportunity to catch our breath, to make great memories, and to focus on gratitude. And we were able to accomplish all of that.
If you know anything about me, my travel dreams are consumed by sunshine and good food. And Key West delivered on both. We frequented a homemade ice cream shop that was a couple blocks from our condo and found the sweetest bakery that had pastries and coffee that were to die for.
Nothing was better than being able to eat every meal outside in January.
We opted to not rent a car this time around, since the island is fairly walkable and we were staying a block off of the main street. This did limit some of our plans, but we were able to taxi and Uber to and from the airport, as well as take the public trolley several time to reach certain locations. Other than that, we walked everywhere. James got me and Apple Watch for Christmas so it was fun to see how much we were actually walking each day. By the end of our trip we had walked almost 35 miles in less than a week. The kids were troopers; Myla needed to be carried a little, but we managed just fine. Of course, on our first night in Key West, she insisted on wearing her new jelly shoes (that had not been broken in yet) and I didn't realize until we made it to supper that she had them on the wrong feet. She started out the trip with a decent blister and I hid the jelly shoes for the rest of the week. Thankfully, a magic bandaid did the trick and all was forgotten.
One of our favorite spots in Key West was Fort Zachary Taylor. It's a state park that offered a nice beach, public bathrooms, walking paths, fishing, and a historic landmark.
We really enjoyed exploring the civil war military fort and Trevin thought it was pretty cool that it was named after one of the presidents that he had memorized in class this fall.
This stop also made me feel zero guilt about pulling Trevin from school all week, because I felt like we all learned so much while we were there.
The Fort Zach beach was our favorite because it was a little more secluded and had a decent wind block on the cooler days of our trip. James was also able to fish down the beach a ways and all (5!) of us were completely content to camp there for hours.
This trip felt so easy because we are out of the diaper/nap/stroller stage. Our only agenda was our vacation. It was a glimpse of a really fun future as our kids continue to get older. But we're starting this cycle over again this April and it, too, will only be a season. I'm so glad we took advantage of this short window of independence with our kids to make some of the very best memories. With that being said, I will adore vacation even more when I've got one more sweet face to stare at all week.
One of the other highlights of the trip was being just blocks away from the southernmost point of the continental US. We visited the infamous buoy and squinted our eyes to see if Cuba was on the horizon. Definitely couldn't see it, but it was worth a shot.
We also had to take a picture with the US1 mile marker 0 sign. James said maybe next year we'll venture to the other end Hwy 1 in Maine. That would be awesome, I've always wanted to go to Maine, but maybe not in January.
We were told there was a species of small jellyfish that were ending up on the beach, so James and Trevin looked around and found one that had washed up. We didn't find near as many seashells this trip, but found just enough to decorate our sand castles with.
There were loads of fun things to find and do on the island. The kids' eyes lit up when we spotted a massive candy store. Trevin said that was the biggest sucker he'd ever seen.
While we were there, we had to try the key lime pie. That was one of the only things I had on my checklist of things to do on the trip. In fact, one morning I told James that was the only item on my agenda - finding the best slice of key lime pie. We accidentally ended up at a super fancy restaurant and didn't realize it until we had already walked in the door. We were totally out of place. They didn't offer a kids meal and it was very obvious that it was not ok we didn't order wine. It was totally awkward, but James and I ordered a few things and the kids ate lobster and scallops like high-class citizens. I was so proud of them. We decided to try their key lime pie and discovered it was as good as they say.
A couple of our days in Key West were fairly chilly, so we found a few other things to do. The first was a shipwreck museum. The town originally became very wealthy because of the ship wreck business - salvaging whatever they could from the ships that got too close to the reef. It was filled with artifacts and stories of the town.
We also spent some time at the butterfly museum. Myla especially loved it.
The next stop was the lighthouse museum. It gave us a beautiful view of the ocean and we were really fascinated learning all about the the life of a lighthouse keeper and all of their responsibilities.
The last of our "tourism" was the Ingham Museum where we were able to tour a retired coast guard cutter ship. This was the only US warship still afloat that had sunk a German U-boat in WWII. Trevin thought the guns and operation rooms were pretty neat.
The place we stayed at was a small property of several different units. We had our own condo that opened up into a shared outdoor space with a pool. Only a couple of the units were occupied while we were there, and we actually had the pool to ourselves every day. We spent the cooler days in the heated pool, out of the wind. The kids spent hours swimming around, splashing and playing. Last summer, Trevin really took off in his swim lessons, so I was hoping he'd have a little more confidence this year in the water. I was shocked at how well he did. We brought some floaties for him, but after the first day or so I took them away because it was obvious he didn't need them. The one thing Trevin really wanted to do was get some snorkel gear in Florida, so we did. Unfortunately, he didn't have much luck in the ocean with them, but he spent a lot of time swimming around the pool with his snorkel and diving for toys at the bottom. By the end of the week, he had no trouble swimming across the pool and back without assistance or panic. I'm crossing my fingers that his progress carries through into the summer.
Like I said before, our condo was located right off the main street and that made almost everything walkable. The biggest struggle about not renting a car was actually getting groceries. We ate breakfast most mornings at our condo, and the days we were on the beach we packed lunches. We ate out a lot, but we still needed some essentials at our home base. All of the groceries had to be carried back by hand, which was fine when it was just small things from the CVS across the street, but it was a little more challenging when we needed perishable items that were only offered at the full grocery store almost a mile away. You know, like cartons of milk... I'm being so serious when I say we all got really really strong that week.
We chose to say "yes" as much as we could to the kids on our trip. That meant a lot of ice cream and sometimes the messiest option there was. It was totally worth it.
One day at the beach I got a huge whiff of cigar smoke and turned to see an older gentleman casually walking the beach with a cigar hanging out of his mouth and a thermos and weird sticks in his hand. I watched him skeptically and then got a little peeved when he camped right in front of me, so I couldn't even see my kids playing in the water. But then something happened. He opened his thermos, dipped his sticks in it and started making some of the biggest bubbles I've ever seen. He directed them right at the kids and they giggled and tried to pop each and every one. The man didn't say a single word. He just waved his sticks, puffed his cigar, and entertained my children for a solid thirty minutes. Then, just as quickly as he arrived, he closed his thermos and left. It was a strange encounter, but probably one of the highlights of the trip for the kids. Thank you for your service, old beach man.
The ocean water was pretty cold, so the kids usually just played in the sand or jumped in the shallow waves, but one day James decided to swim out to some rocks that were quite a ways off shore. He was out there for awhile but came back and informed us that there were a bunch of fish swimming around the rocks. Somehow he convinced me to let him take both kids all the way out to the rocks, with their floaties, of course. I am a very poor swimmer, like embarrassingly bad. It would have been questionable if I could make it out to the rocks on a normal day, but I for sure wasn't going to try it starting my third trimester of pregnancy. Although, I am probably a little more buoyant right now... So I sent them all out into the ocean and prayed they would all make it back to me on the shore. They did and the kids told me all about the different kinds of fish they saw.
On the way home, I asked the kids what their favorite part of the trip was. Trevin reported that the hot tub was his favorite part. We sat in the hot tub one night for maybe a half-hour. I guess maybe we should have done that more often if it was his biggest highlight..
Myla's favorite part was "the escalators at the airport." What? Ok. Next time we'll just go stay at a hotel by an airport and sit in the hot tub and go ride the escalators and call that our vacation. I guess that's all it would take.
Each night we tried to end up back at our condo at a decent hour. Everyone got showers and jammies and then we'd snuggle up to watch a movie, play a card game, or listen to an audio book. It was the perfect end to each day.
James and I both agreed that this was the best vacation we've had. Everyone was healthy, the weather was beautiful, and we had so much uninterrupted time together as a family. The kids are at such a fun stage and we were really able to make the most of our time away.
I don't know if we'll ever make it back to Key West, but it gave us some great memories, for sure.
The adventures continue in Nebraska...
Trevin:
•I'm really starting to feel his transition from kid to big kid. He does most of his homework without assistance, he entertains himself, and he's becoming a big help at home.
•School activities have kept him busy and excited. The school hosted a night at the Edgerton Center where we got to meet an owl. The kids loved exploring all the stations and having a night out with Trevin's classmates. A few weeks later they hosted a movie night at the theatre and we just feel super spoiled that the school is always going above and beyond for its students and families.
•Trevin got a Nintendo Switch for Christmas, so that has occupied many of his conversations. I didn't know that anyone could talk about Minecraft or Mario as much as he does. I'm trying my best to keep up and to stay interested. Please tell me all of his Minecraft knowledge will help him somehow in the future...
•Trevin was very excited about his class's presidents day program. Each one of them was dressed up as a different president and they listed off facts and the parents had to guess who they were. Trevin made sure I was studied up before the program. He'd been ragging on me to get all 45 presidents memorized before the big day, and I finally got through the list, without his help, a couple days before. I'd like to think he was proud of me, but I actually just met his expectation, so he was simply satisfied.
Trevin was Thomas Jefferson and even Myla's baby was feeling patriotic. (Side note: Myla wouldn't take a picture with Trevin because she didn't believe that it was him.)
•Trevin has been taking on new responsibilities at home and we are starting to find areas where he's capable and eager to help. James is really looking forward to having him tag along on the farm this summer. With the new baby coming, we're coming to terms with the fact that our garden will get highly neglected. We've decided to give Trevin an opportunity to manage the garden this summer. He'll pick out what to plant, where to put it, take care of it, and hopefully be able to harvest a crop. Our desire would be that he would learn a love for farming on a small scale, something tangible for him to care for and see the benefits of his work firsthand. He seems interested in the idea, so we'll see how this trial year goes.
•Trevin is eagerly awaiting his birthday, which will be here about the same time as the baby. We're planning an early party for him in hopes of doing some celebrating before things get too crazy. I can't believe he's going to be eight. Where on earth has the time gone? I'm also pinching myself thinking about him only having two months left of 2nd grade. I just sent him off to kindergarten last week. Just doesn't seem right.
Myla:
•I've been trying to soak up every bit of this girl before the baby comes. She is pure sugar and makes my life easy. She is as flexible and go-with-the-flow as they come. I don't hesitate on any plans, knowing she'll be my tagalong. We seriously just giggle all day long. It's a dream.
•We've started the preschool discussion and we're still trying to work out logistics. She is desperate for it to be her turn to go to school. She loves any chance we get to go to Trevin's class or on a field trip. A baby complicates things just a little, so hopefully we'll get it all figured out what's best for our family come fall.
•Myla learned several of the presidents while Trevin memorized them this fall, but when he made the push for me to memorize them this winter, Myla picked up even more. The last time I heard her say them, I only helped her with one. You guys, she knows all 45 presidents in order. It's probably the cutest thing I've ever heard; the best is when she says George Dah-bya Bush. Coincidentally, the other day I got out our foam letters with her, and it was a little rough. In what world does a 3-year-old know all of the presidents but not recognize letters in the alphabet? Might need to hit the letters hard in the next couple months...
•Myla has started having night terrors. They began this fall and were happening several nights a week, but then they'd slow down and she wouldn't have one for several weeks. I realized there were a few things that were triggering them for her, so we've done our best to avoid those things, but she does still get them from time to time. It's been a weird thing to deal with, but I'm grateful she doesn't have memory of them in the morning. Hoping it's just a phase that she'll grow out of. She actually had a night terror on the late night flight home from Florida. She screamed for what felt like an eternity on the otherwise dark and quiet plane ride. I finally got her back asleep and calmed down, but the commotion caused me to put James's phone in the pocket of the seat and we didn't realize we had forgotten it until 1:00 AM when we finally got home and got the kids in bed. It wasn't the most fun way to return home from vacation, but thankfully we got it off the plane and picked up before the 5:00 AM flight that took off the next morning.
•She is SO excited for the baby's arrival. She has taken a baby with her everywhere she's gone for the past three weeks. She even has to change the baby into pajamas before bed and then sleeps with it every night. If you see her in public and she doesn't have one with her, it's probably because I made her leave it in the car. This is an argument we have often because she knows it's not a good idea to leave a baby unattended and she fully intends to be a good mama. She's going to be the best helper, no doubt.
•The other day I asked her again what she thought our baby was going to be, a boy or a girl. She said, "Both!" I told her, for the 100th time, that it's only going to be one baby. She gave me a stern face and said, "But on Peppa Pig the rabbit was pregnant and she only had one bump, but it was two babies! So you can have two babies even if you have only one bump!" I'm still laughing at that one, and I'm applauding her logic. But I'm still trying to get it through her head, that it will only be one baby.
Auden:
I don't know what to say here. I simply don't. I wish I had a huge blurb of updates and stories, something that would make you laugh, or a moment I could recount that would make it feel like this story is continuing. But I don't have that. The only thing I can offer is new waves of grief, old emotions resurfacing, and discovering triggers - good and bad.
We didn't just go to Florida to splurge on a fun vacation. We intentionally went over Auden's due date. I didn't know what emotions I'd be feeling that day. I wasn't sure what we'd want to do or how we'd handle it, but all I knew is that I wanted us to be together. Away. I didn't want to be in my bedroom where I felt the first sting of pain from my tube. I didn't want to look at my deck and remember the hours and hours I spent sitting there crying after our loss. I didn't want to feel alone. I didn't want to spend the day wallowing, stuck in the grief. I wanted to be able to smile. I wanted to be able to say Auden's name out loud without spiraling into wreckage. I wanted to be with James and the kids every second. I wanted Trevin and Myla to know what a special day it was.
Not likely a coincidence, but I didn't sleep the night before Auden's due date. I tossed and turned all night. I wrestled my pillow and my mind. At 4:00 AM, I finally grabbed my phone and just started reading my post from last June. I read through the entire thing and my tears felt as heavy as they did when I wrote Auden's story months earlier. I felt every single emotion possible before the sun even came up. I felt angry, confused, distressed, grateful, depressed, overwhelmed, resentful, blessed, frustrated, at peace, bitter, and comforted. I didn't know what to feel, so I felt it all. I felt so fragile again. We spent some special moments before breakfast together as a family and my hope returned in full. There was a weight that hung over the day, but my eyes continued to look up - to choose to dwell on gratitude. We had the best week as a family. It was the healing that my heart needed. We made really great memories in honor of Auden and the day was incredibly special.
Because I don't have very many positive memories of Auden's short little life, I find myself just longing to feel the presence of our child again. I don't know why we didn't get to meet Auden, and why we will get to meet a new baby in a few short weeks. I don't understand, but I can see God's hand in both lives. I can see the growth that each baby has placed on us. I've learned the Lord's tenderness through Auden's life and His faithfulness through our April baby. I've learned peace in the difficult and unknown, but also peace in the blessing.
Part of this chapter is closing, and it hurts me to type that. Auden will always be part of our story, there's no changing that. But from now on, we only have anniversaries of what will never be, this side of heaven. I know the grief will continue; it will morph and change over time. Some wounds won't ever be fully healed, but my hope can still be set on the God that brings beauty from scars.
Baby:
I think I'm finally willing to admit that the second trimester flew by.
•I was terrified of our Florida vacation because I knew that we would be walking a lot and I thought my pelvis pain would be out of control. I was fully prepared to be miserable the entire trip. We did a TON of light, easy walking and I feel like it miraculously healed me. I felt so good and strong, with very little discomfort at the end of each day. Since then, the only pain I usually feel is rolling over in bed at night and when I first stand up from sitting. I'm having almost zero pain during the day since we've gotten back from Florida. I've only put on the pelvic belt once or twice since we've returned home. It's incredible. Here's my theory: Before Florida, all of the movement I was doing at home was really strenuous on my already stressed pelvis, like carrying a toddler, doing stairs, even getting in and out of my vehicle.. And as soon as I started feeling pain, I stopped. I sat down and hoped that the pain would subside if I rested. But in Florida, we simply walked. Everywhere. All the time. On nice sidewalks. That week must have strengthened my pelvic muscles insanely, to the point where they have been able to hold itself together for the time being. I no longer feel like there's a crowbar prying open my pelvis every minute of the day. I feel like a new woman. With the weather getting nicer, I'm doing my best to do as much light walking as I can to help those muscles do their job. Florida was amazing for many reasons, but taking care of my SPD was the icing on the cake.
•I've hit the biweekly appointments and it feels like we're really reaching the home stretch. Everything is measuring right on track and I'm a little shocked to think I'll be going to weekly appointments very very soon.
•I've slept shockingly well this pregnancy, something I've been so grateful for. But everything seemed to start shifting at Week 32. I became super restless, never feeling like I could get into a deep sleep, waking up every 30-45 minutes, getting up to pee, awake before the alarm... I've had a couple decent nights, but overall, I'm accepting the fact that my restful nights of sleep are going to be a thing of the past for several months. My sleep is likely only to get worse before it gets better, and that's ok; it comes with the territory.
•Sleep wasn't the only thing that seemed to shift around Week 32. I felt like my hormones really started to make up for lost time. Hot flashes, mood swings, and swelling all seemed to sneak up on me at once. So that was nice. I also started to get some decent back pain. I thought my chiropractic adjustment would take care of it, but there was one spot that was driving me bananas. I made an emergency call to my sister on Sunday, and she got me in for a massage. She worked that one spot for a long time. I just had a big ol' knot that didn't want to release. She used some cups on me and I finally felt like the tension decreased. My back has some super weird circle bruises from the cups, but I feel so much better already.
Enough about me. Let's talk about this baby!
•For the first part of the third trimester I could still feel the baby literally flipping inside. Thankfully, baby has started to transition to head-down and is keeping a little more of a permanent position. I've got lots of kicks in my ribs and left side, while feeling hiccups multiple times a day on the lower right side of my stomach. This baby has some big movements and it loves to show off its strength anytime I lay down, and through most of the night. James put his head to my belly one day and said "Hey!" in a low voice to the baby. He must have scared it because it gave the biggest jump I've ever felt.
•We've got our names set, although I keep having weird panic moments where I feel really unsure and think we need to start from scratch. I think not knowing the gender has made me second-guess everything. I feel confident about nothing. For my own sanity, I'm going to tell you that the names are solid and not changing, but don't look at my Pinterest history, because that might say otherwise.
•James is becoming more convinced we're having a girl. He claims he's never been wrong, but he has taken a little longer to decide this time around. I've had multiple more dreams about it being a boy, and then another about it being a girl. So, obviously even my subconscious is confused. We are under 40 days from the due date and I'm torn between wanting to hibernate until then or take on every task and project under the sun. April 12, Easter Sunday, will get me to 40 weeks. I'm telling myself I won't have the baby until April 20, because that's how late I was with Myla and I don't want to drive myself crazy waiting around for a late baby like I did last time. (Secretly I'd love to bring a baby to church for the first time on Easter Sunday. But I'm not holding my breath.)
Home life:
Speaking of tackling projects, the hallway and nursery are all but completed. Bedding, clothes, swaddles, and baby gear have all been washed and sorted. A couple things are hung on the wall and the first pack of diapers have been bought. The carseat is ready to be installed and the diaper bag is packed. I've started a hospital bag and have checked in with a few people about keeping the bigs while we're in the hospital. I'd like to say we're almost ready, but honestly we'd be thrilled to bring this baby home tomorrow if we could. (It should be easier for me to pick out decor for the nursery once I know the gender. I'm really really bad at this gender-neutral thing.)
I think we'll put a couple extra shelves in the closet and I have a little painting (in the rest of the house) to finish up. Of course, there's other things on my "Before Baby" list, like catching up on some photo books and getting ahead of office work, but those are all things that can wait if they need to. I think I'll still be doing some church work from home after delivery, but I'm so grateful a friend has volunteered to help with the weekly jobs that need done at church until I can get a little bit settled after baby.
I did a little more painting in the entryway. The chevron is gone! Well, don't look too close, because you can still see the pattern, but it's mostly gone. I just used the nursery accent wall paint in the entry because I had it on hand and I know that before too long, our main floor renovation will change all of this anyway, so I wasn't too concerned about picking the perfect color for the space. Next, to complete the laundry room. It's been half-done for awhile now, but I've been dragging my feet on finishing it for some reason.
February brought my 27th birthday. James attempted to throw me a surprise party but was acting way too weird to be able to pull it off. It was such a great day, and maybe one of my favorite birthdays so far. So grateful for good friends and amazing food and lots and lots of laughter.
February also brought two flat tires for me. We have new tires on our car, but apparently I just run over sharp things often.
James has been extremely busy since we've gotten home from Florida. He was in a propane class for a couple weeks, went to an organic farming conference last week, and will be leaving next week for some follow up with a few of our flamer customers. Thermal Edge Ag has some new things on the horizon and that's left us with some huge decisions to make. I don't know what the future is going to hold, but we're hopeful for what's next.
We're really starting to feel the pressure of the farm season starting up and baby's due date quickly approaching. We're trying our best to soak up time together before things get even more crazy. Before I know it, my posts will be consumed with another sweet little Huenefeld face. I can't wait!
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