Do you know how on shampoo comercials how the girls wave their long hair around and flick it with their hand? Well, Sage thinks it is so funny when I do it after she brushes my hair that she does the head wave after you brush hers. It makes me laugh every time because she has a major mullet. I forsee a lot of girly girl things in my future...
Today was THE day. My doctor likes to do this really late, but finally, 26 1/2 weeks along, we got to see what my baby looked like. Jack and Sage did great while we were watching "the movie of the baby".
First off, I gained 10LBS!!!! She said not to worry since my weight gain has been slow, but, common, TEN POUNDS! Wowzers - I came home and ate carrots and dip for lunch. Don't worry, I'll eat again after I'm done typing...
Next thing is that we are going to have to go to a specialist in January for another ultrasound. The stomach as twice the size that it should be, so any abnormalities she refers to the specialist. She didn't seem concerned, and consequently neither do we, but it is good to check it out just in case.
Have I stalled enough? Are you still reading?? And now, ladies and gentlmen, the moment you have been waiting for......it....is....a...........drumroll please......GIRL! Like I said, I was expecting a boy, but a girl should be good too :)
Now the name hunt is on!
It turns out that at 8am this morning it is -1^F. That's, uh, pretty cold. Especially when you consider that Jack and I were dressed, gone to work and done our chores and back again by 8:00. Perhaps I should be a little more sympathetic when he says his hands are cold...
It's character building, right???
Can you believe that Jack is going to be a SUNBEAM in January??? I sure can't. Today they started to prep the kids, bringing them in for closing time. Crazy crazy. He sure is getting big.
I'm reminded of a conversation Jack and I had a few months ago about him getting bigger...
Jack: When I get bigger, I'm going to have hair in my armpits...just like Mommy!
What a charmer....
Jack is learning to take picture on the camera. I didn't have any of my belly, so here it is, taken about 1 1/2 weeks ago. I'm, what, 24 weeks along now.
Sometimes I look and feel huge and other not so much. I want to say this was a day that I thought I was barely showing and then Jack took this picture and thought it must be wrong. We don't have any full length mirrors in the house - I can only see my chest and up. So whenever I pass by my reflection I always have to do a double take. It is hard to believe I'm this big already - Joel tells me I get MUCH bigger.
Ultrasound on the 14th! My present guess is a boy. Yikes! When this baby comes it will be 3 kids 3 and younger...what exactly were we thinking???? Oh, how wonderful our kids are...that must be it :)
As before mentioned, Jack got a bunch of real tools for his birthday. I gave him some scrap wood with some pilot holes and a bunch of nails and screws. This is one of his creations that he made and gave to Joel for Joel's birthday. It is pretty great. The only problem is that we have to make a conscious effort to use it. We usually just keep our keys in the car so we have to remember to bring them in and out. Jack is so proud when he makes something useful. Gotta love it!
Did you know that they have video of how to butcher a cow on youtube???
Glad for the tutorial so Joel can have at the hanging meat up in the shop tomorrow. I'm taking the kids to Home Depot to make wagons. Darn, I'm going to miss it.... :)
Today I am thankful for a righteous husband who does things that he is asked to do even when they are not convenient or easy.
Consequently I am thankful for a Heavenly Father who blesses us for our obedience.
Thank you to both.
Jack has gotten in the habit of waking in the early morning TOO EARLY and wanting to climb into bed with us to talk. We decided that anything before 6:00 was too early. So we send him back in bed, having to go with him because he can't situate his sleeping bag cover by himself. We don't mind doing it once, but when it gets to be 3 times, totally not okay. On Thanksgiving morning he was in 5 times from 4:00-6:00. Yes, he was excited for Thanksgiving, but still 5 TIMES?!?! Too much, too early. Something had to change...
The new deal is that when he wakes up and his door is closed he can choose to go back to sleep or to play with his toys. If the door is opened he can come on out and eat some breakfast with us. We just open the door when we wake up at 6:00. Every morning since we have started he is always playing quietly in his room, leaving us to sleep and be happy parents. I'm happy with this new arrangement. Sleep is VERY important to me, or I get a little cranky...
Sage seems to be FINALLY catching on to her time outs when she throws tantrums. Occasionally when it starts she sends herself to her room and then comes out when she stops crying. It always makes me laugh seeing her crying and walking off to her room to calm down. If anything, I think it is great that she is recognizing the behavior and then taking action to get herself calmed and in control. She sure is a cutie, and she sure came knowing how to throw a tantrum. Learning words has been really great for her and I think it will help a lot as sure learns more.
Oh the joys of parenting!
At dinner last night, we asked Jack how many brothers and sisters he wants
Jack: 2 sisters
Parent: Okay. Any brothers
Jack: 3,4,5,6,7,8...[pause]...I think maybe we are going to have to buy more car seats.
It is a good thing we don't always consult him in these matters :)
AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!
Thanks. I feel much better now. Well, it helps that the kids just went down for a much needed nap - I'm not sure who needs it more, me or them. But just needed to get that out of my system.
Okay, or not many faces. He says he is being funny, but he always looks pained - it makes me laugh. Rest assured, he really is a handsome kid, we just don't have any pictures to prove it :)
Yes, you did read correctly, Jack is 3 years old. He had his birthday on Sunday. And wowee, that boy sure loved his birthday.
We did most of the birthday celebrating on the Saturday before. The day started out with killing a second cow. They shot it, then skinned and gutted it. Jack stayed the entire time this time, and Bishop was really great about showing Jack the stomach and the valves in the heart and stuff like that. There are 2 cows hanging in the shop now.
After the exciting morning Jack had some friends over for a quick root beer float party. Afterwards Jack showed all his friends our different animals, yes, including the hanging cows...
After naps we went to Tri-Cities for dinner and a book store fix where Jack purchased a book with his birthday money my Grandma and Grandpa Tanner sent him. Jack has prayed for them every night now at personal prayers.
Jack had cake and present opening with Bill and Katherine on his birthday. Jack got REAL tools - hammer, screwdriver with different bits, wrenches, tape measurer, etc - and a tool box from them. He has been using them non stop. I gave him some scrap wood and some nails and screws and both kids have been making creations quite happily for long periods of time. My mom sent him a toy gun, which he brings with him EVERYWHERE. He likes to go shoot the cows and pigs and birds and dogs. The first time he came back from shooting the pigs I asked if he got them. He said that they were moving around too much. I used to have mixed feelings about toy guns, never wanting my kids to have any. But he sure loves it. And talking to a friend with 2 boys of her own she said that she changed her mind about guns after seeing that they turn every toy or stick into guns anyways, so why fight it?
Mr. Jack, I want you to know that I'm crazy about you. You are so innocent, responsible, and are a very special boy. You love to work and to help. You are SO SMART, and are especially good at problem solving. You come up with solutions very quickly and can figure things out and how they work after a few minutes. Jack, you amaze me. I love seeing you grow into the boy you are. It does make me sad, knowing that you are going to get bigger and have to leave my protection. It makes me sad to know that you are going to have to go into the world and see how people can be and have your beautiful little heart break. I wish I could hold on to you forever, just the way you are. I love you my little workin' man. I pray for you often and hope Heavenly Father protects you when I cannot. Stay beautiful and loving and hard working and faithful. I love you baby. Happy Birthday. And, yes, despite your protests, even 3 year olds still have to give their moms hugs and kisses.
I've been getting our Christmas Letter ready and have been going through some pictures to include with the letter. These pictures were taken on Monday, Joel's birthday. Since it has been a long time since I've blogged, I know most people just want to see pictures! So I thought I'd help you out.
I sure love these kids. They are getting to be buddies, which is really nice to see. They are definately siblings at times too - annoying each other and thus annoying me :)
I'm so thankful for these two and that I get to spend my every waking moment with them.
Whew. Sorry about that. Unannounced our internet providers came and took our internet away - they didn't want to have to come out and fix something that couldn't be fixed. So after MONTHS of trying calling EVERYONE who provides internet (and NO ONE does) we finally went with Hughes Net. It is alright. It works and is WAY better than none. It takes a little while for a page to show up but when it does, it is the complete page with all the photos there. We have 30 days to see if we like it. It was a MUCH bigger ordeal than I thought it would be. We do live out of town but we really aren't all THAT isolated....
Since I have no pictures presently, here is part of an email I sent to my sister a few days ago, just so you can see what we've been up to.....
I'm feeling well. This pregnancy is a lot harder on me - more aches and pains - then the first two. I'm assuming it is because I haven't had 2 kids to chase around before. I have a date for the ultrasound. I want to say it is Dec 14th. I think I'll be 26/27 weeks along then. Jack is excited to come to my appointment with me and see a video of the baby - I hope the kids stay interested for more than 1 minute so Joel can actually enjoy it too. My guess so far is a boy. I have no clue of boys names. I do like Rosemary for a girl, but that might be too many herbs for this family. But yeah...
Jack started a new job recently. He is sooooo cute doing it. He feeds a horse that a friend is keeping up in one of the pastures. He gets paids 25cents per feeding, 2 feedings a day. We bundle up and all I do is put the right amount of hay in his wheelbarrel. He does the rest. If I try to help even a tiny bit he gives me the lecture about how this is his job, not mine, and so he has to do it. If you ask him what he is going to do with his money he'll tell ya he's going on a mission.
Sage is a cutie pie, getting cuter and more independent every day. She is getting really good at her animal noises. You just have to point to an animal or even just mention its name and she can give the correct sound. She loves to laugh and do EVERYTHING that Jack is doing.
Tonight Joel is going to slaughter one of the cows. He wants to try to do it himself (with help, of course) this year because it will save us around $500 in the slaughter and butchering. There will be 4 left - 2 for next year, one for the bishop, and one the we are selling to help pay for the 2 calves we got for next year. Both pigs are going next month - again one for church and one to split with Bill and Katherine. Those chickens are lucky they keep those eggs coming (jk).
It's good to be back!
Three eggs in one morning!
We usually have one, occasionally two, but this is the first for 3!
Needless to say, I'm pretty excited, but so is Jack
Bella, the dog, was at our house to play. Sage tried to reach out and pet her. Jack quickly whisked Bella out of reach.
Me: Jack, I'm pretty sure Grandma brought Bella down so both of you could play with her.
Jack: Actually, I brought Bella down.
Like that changes everything, and he doesn't have to share anymore....
Joel has been working on showing the kids how to show gratitude to me for all the cooking I do. Every night he says dinner tastes great and thank you so much for all my hard work. I love that it is catching on.
Jack is sure to tell me after most meals, unprompted, "Thank you mom for cooking lunch, I like meat (or whatever we ate.)"
My favorite so far was yesterday when we were eating some rolls we made, right hot out of the oven. He put his arm around me and hugged me tight and said in all seriousness, "Mom, I'm proud of you for making rolls with me. I'm proud of you."
He is such a sweetheart.
Yesterday I had a very romantic day.
The morning started out not very good by Joel and I (with out kids!!!!) going to the temple for sealings. After arguing, being late and then after walking in realizing that I didn't have my temple clothes (we don't have a rental at our small temple) things got better from there.
After the temple we went out to lunch (again, without kids!!!!) It has been a LONG time since Joel and I have been out on a date. We have lots of family time, which I absolutely love and adore, so this was a really nice change of pace.
We came home to a house of napping children, so we decided to do the same thing and enjoy an afternoon nap. WONDERFUL!
After waking up we got ready and went to a wedding reception. There we went on wagon rides, played games (including where Joel had to race with me on his back), DANCED, and finally ate food. We got home after the kids' bed times. Then I went to bed early while Joel cleaned the kitchen. Can it get better than that?
I know it might now sound all that romantic, but it was a wonderful day. I am so madly in love with Joel. What a good, good man I married. What a wonderful daddy he has become. The kids too know that he loves them and they reciprocate his feelings immensely. I love you Joel. Thank you for being a good man.
We have our first chicken egg!!!! I'm giddy!!!!
Today egg #2 made an appearance. Jack was amazing. It was too far inside the trailer for me to reach, so I was going to wait for Joel to come home. (I have a funny thing about birds, they intimidate me for some reason.) Jack was so excited that our chickens laid another egg that he ran to get his boots on and wanted to climb into the trailer with 14 chickens to retrieve it! And sure enough, he was so brave. While he was on the egg hunt I threw old veggies from the garden on the other side of the trailer to distract them. With a few chickens being very curious about him, yes, flying around (but not at) him, Jack was successful! He was so proud, and rightfully so.
To celebrate our new eggs, we had pancakes for breakfast!
(I had to take the picture of the cracked egg because I was worried that with a rooster our fertilized eggs would have little formed chicks. Nope!)
I know that I've mentioned the chickens before. They have been real easy keepers. We just feed and water them, and they have been no real problem.....that is until last week...
One evening while playing outside, Joel looked towards the garden area and saw a chicken. Yes, our chicken, OUTSIDE. It turns out there were 5 escapee chickens (one of which turns out to be a rooster).
Some were easy to catch and, oh, some of those suckers are pretty quick and more intelligent than others. I took Sage inside to go to bed and Joel and Jack did the chicken chasing.
Jack came in crying a while after, apparently a chicken flew several times into his face trying to stay free. He was consoled and went back outside with me to pet a chicken that Joel had just caught. Then he resumed the chicken hunt. Eventually all the chickens were caught. And some precautions were made on their humble abode (the horse trailer picture above.)
(Jack's self portrait taken a few weeks ago - so much concentration on how to get the camera to work)
That night Joel and I had just fallen asleep. Then came a blood curdling scream from Jack's room. As I got in the hall, Jack was bookin' it towards me, still screaming and sobbing.
He was able to calm down and told me a chicken had gotten out. Poor guy. We went back to his room, turned the lights on, and looked under the bed where he insisted a chicken was out. Nothing there. And not under his pillow either. We talked about how they were all caught and how we put stuff in the windows so they couldn't get out again. He was settled with this explanation and went back to bed. (He did wake up at least 5 more times that night, but it wasn't chicken related.)
Some kids have monsters and their beds, but oh no, but Jacky boy - our kid has chickens.
But when you think about it proportionally, that would be like have 40lbs on wings flying at your head. Totally scary! My poor little guy!
Needless to say, that weekend Jack and Joel spent the entire weekend working on the chicken coop. It is not entirely done now, but it is done more than it is in this picture. Sooner than later we are going to have a great coop and run.
As way of followup on this story, one chicken and the rooster got out this Tuesday. They are houdinis for sure. The kids and I couldn't get them, so I called Bill and Katherine to come help me. We had to call Joel (who stayed home with the stomach flu that has been going around) to come down from his folks' house (where he was banished so we didn't get his germs and so he could watch tv) to show off his honed chicken catching skills.
Ay, those chickens. If the coop isn't done soon I think I'm ready for some roast chicken for dinner!
Many of you don't know this, probably don't even want to know this, but I finally said goodbye to my friend.
He had been keeping me company for weeks now, hanging out in the kitchen, on the counter, me watching his corpse slowly loosing his vibrant turquoise color. But he was amazing, his wings especially, so delicate and intricate.Joel found him when my car was broken a few weeks ago and was fixing it. Joel brought him in to show us the beauty. And for some reason, he never left. But I finally decided that we didn't need to start our own taxidermy in the kitchen, so he got so lovingly tossed in the bin.
Fare well my friend. Now I can have that corner of kitchen counter back.
I don't know what it is about the shop, but both of the kids LOVE going up there and playing, ehem, working, alongside their daddy. We've been working on the chicken coop, and here is some video of Sage dancing along. Her arms go much more violently around, but she was distracted. She really enjoys music.
A few weeks ago Sage had her 12 month checkup and shots.
Sage is 23 lbs and 31 inches tall. Both around the 70th percentile. Doc said she looks good! And boy does she. How is it that both of my children can still take my breathe away?
Sage is developing her so rapidly. And it suits her GREAT. She was a challenging, for lack of a better word, baby. But this independent stuff is awesome. She is so much happier, laughing more, more playful, and her personality is coming out. Don't get me wrong, she still has her tantrums, but she is learning fast. She is definately a girl who knows exactly what it is she wants.
Sage is "talking" a lot lately. It is all a da or duh word, but her inflections make them sound discernible to a trained ear for different words. There is dad, get down (the noise while pointing down with both hands), dog, Jack, bye-bye (with waving). She can clap her hands, fold her arms for prayers, and make great cow grunts.
She is turning out to be girly, LOVING shoes, wearing things on her head, carrying purses, and giving hugs to stuffed animals. But at the same time, one of her favorite toys is the toy saw and loves to get dirty in the dirt with the dump trucks.
I'm sure madly inlove with this cute little girl!
WARNING: PLEASE NOTE THAT THE USE OF THE 'P' WORD IS USED IN THIS POST
Totally forgot a story about Bella and Jack that made me laugh:
When Bella first came I was telling Jack that Bella was just a baby and didn't know how to do anything, even how to go potty outside. Jack, having refined that art, said so intently and sincerely that he would take out his penis and show her how to pee in the dirt.
What a helper!
I went outside the other day and found Jack inside his wheelbarrel with little miss Bella. Though probably not the safest with 8 week yr old Bella, it was pretty darn cute.
Isabella is Bill and Katherine's new dog. Their chihuahua Camilla died a few weeks ago (a very sad thing for them), and so Bella is Joel's new younger sibling.
I think I mentioned before that Jack has been DYING to get a little dog ever since we went to Colter Bay. Now Jack can enjoy one without us having to get one. Or so we thought...Grandma told Jack that they were sharing the dog. After a few days of having her (days filled with Jack going up and 'helping'with Bella by holding her on the couch while she slept for HOURS), Bill and Katherine went out of town - so the next couple weeks she is ours. I really don't think that Jack is going to let them have her back. HE CANNOT LEAVE HER ALONE!!! It has been a week, and the fascination has still not worn off in the slightest. It has been really cute seeing how tender, nurturing, and kind he can be. He really is taking great care of her. What a sweetie.
And for what it is worth, she really is a cute dog. Even Joel said that she was neat (this coming for the man who has a thing against little dogs).
Not quite popcorn popping on the apricot tree...
A few weeks ago we were eating dinner and saw this from our kitchen window. We decided to hop in the car and check it out.
Living where we do, I get the false illusion that we are so secluded, where there is hardly anyone else around. WRONG! You realize this when there is a fire, and then EVERYONE hits the road, trying to see what is going on. Had no idea so many people lived around here!
Oh, and this fire we are assuming was controlled. It was on the Army Chemical Depot, I know, very soothing.
I was talking with a friend a few weeks ago about scripture reading. I told her that I did it, but that I didn't really see a difference in my day. Man, I had to go and say something, dang it, because now I'm sure eating my words.
Not only am a noticing a difference in my day, but even the time of day that I read makes a BIG difference.
I guess to be honest, I can see and feel the difference not when I do read but when I don't read. If I don't read, WATCH OUT KIDS AND DOGS!!!
The past few weeks it has become evident that if I don't read my scriptures in the morning, I am not a very nice, patient mom. My fuse is shorter, my reactions larger and more irrational.
Even if I don't always receive deep spiritual insight when I read, I am thankful to know that it does have a real, literal, effect on me help me to help me be better in all the different arenas in my life.
Sage has been cracking me up lately.
She has become a mad crazy dancer that I need to get on video. As soon as she hears music both of her arms go flying, wiggling around like an octopus. If she is sitting, she'll do the arms and than scooch herself in a circle. If she is standing she'll walk over to the couch and add her legs. It is way funny.
Have I ever mentioned what an awesome sleeper Sage is? She has always been great when I put her down, awake, and there is never a cry or whimper. She'll just go to sleep. And she will sleep through most anything.
Joel is gone with his boss and boss' wife for an overnighter horse trip. I was supposed to go, but plans fell through, and here I am. He should be home late tomorow night.
Jack has been a crackup today. We spent most of our 1:1 time with each other shut in his closet with pullups on our heads, singing I Am a Child of God, the ABC song, and then praying. He has been wanting to make me laugh, by making outrageous things out of legos or by saying silly things (Grandpa drove by and Jack asked where he was going. I said I didn't know. Jack said maybe he went to swing in trees with monkeys. Then he told me to laugh.) I even got a fake laugh from him when I said something that wasn't all that funny, but I was trying.
We went to the river and both of the kids LOVED it. It is only a few minutes away, we probably should go more often. Jack layed down fully clothed in the water, and said, "I'm swimming!" Then he looked at me sideways liked I missed my cue, "Push me, mom."
Have I mentioned that he has started his "Why?" phase. EVERYTHING is 'why?' 'why?'. Everything...I think it is really cute, but I know Joel is done with it already.
I sure LOVE this little boy with my whole heart. He melts me.
Step 5: Bring in the Big Boys
Step 6: Dry, remove forms
Step 7: Weed, Level, Fertilize
Step 8: Bring Home the Sod a little at a time
Step 9: Lay Sod, One Carpet Piece at a Time
Yes, another child of ours has survived their first year. Congrats Sagebrush. This morning was one of those mornings where it feels like heaven.
The sun was shining, there was no wind, the kids were happy. We played, fed the chickens, ate fresh tomatoes from the garden while checking out all the other plants.
Beautiful, just beautiful.
Is it the middle of July already? It has gone by crazy fast.
Two weeks ago we were in the Tetons for my week long family reunion. There were about 60 people there, with only one cousin and my sister and her family not there. It was really great to see and talk with so many family members. We hiked, kayaked, boated, danced, found treasure, showed off our talents, saw and ate with singing cowboys, watched movies (cousin Glen's short film Pajama Gladiator that has won Acadamy Awards and Oscars) outside projected on a sheet, decorated cupcakes, rode horses, rode bikes, threw rocks in the lake, got sick, ate pinecones (okay, only Sage), teased eachother for wearing inappropriate swim suits (cousin Trevor was really brave), were eaten by mosquitoes, some of us (well, only one) birthed babies, and we all talked until our faces turned blue. I brought my camera but didn't take any photos. So I'm counting on everyone to share!
Jack still asks every time we are getting in the car and going somewhere if we are going back to Colter Bay. He LOVED being there and formed a little bond with his cousin Simon. I think everyone LOVED Jack too, his little cowboy boots, being a Koala pirate, and looking like Daniel Boone. But mostly he just keeps on telling us that he wants a dog. We already have one. But, no, he wants a small one that he can walk around on a leash.
Sage on the other hand could not be happier to be home. We left a 1/2 day early because she was having such a hard time. She spent the nights waking every 1/2 hr and was SCREAMING. The Friday night she screamed 1 1/2 hrs straight during one episode (not including the other episodes she had that night.) That was it. Joel packed us up single handedly. We drove straight through and got hom 2 in the morning on Sunday. She has been sleeping like an angel.
I'm slowly getting back into the swing of things. Happy to be back, but sure loved being with my family.
We're back!
Woohoo! We have trim! Thanks to Joel. Thanks to Gabe.
We now have 1 1/2 sidewalks. (We were short on cement.) Jack was soooooo excited to have a cement truck come to his house. He spent the entire time on our porch swing, laying on his stomach, head in his hands, watching. No, I didn't get a picture, though I should have. Gabe, Brian from work, Bill and Bro. Murray came to help us out. Great to see some progress! I will have grass someday soon...
Okay. Now the back of my hair.
This is not what I was expecting - this is VERY subtle. I was thinking a bright triangle on the back of my head. I had called ahead telling her that I changed my mind to blue, not pink. In my mind I was thinking turquoise blue. Kellie (my hair dresser) was obviously NOT on the same page as me in any respects.
She ended up doing 5 blue strips in the back of my head. When it is up you can kinda see it if you are looking for it. KINDA. And it is not bright blue in the slightest.
But I do like it. It is totally not as I expected, and now that it is done it is like what's the big deal. I should have done this ages ago. So this was a nice warmer upper for I think both her and me. I really like the strips - Bill (Joel's dad) says that it looks like I have ribbon in my hair. Next time I am going to go really bright. For reals this time.
Even though no one else has noticed, it makes me feel like I have found a little of my old self that sometimes gets lost in the hustle bustle of daily life as wife and mother.
Okay, if you haven't scrolled down already.....presenting.....ME!
It is amazing how much a hair cut makes me feel better about the way I feel when I look in the mirror. I don't wear a lot of makeup - just sometimes to church on Sunday, but it seems with a new haircut and especially color that I feel all jazzed up. (My new hidden color will be revealed soon, just need to get a good picture of it. It is hard to get a picture of the back of your head!) Self image is a funny thing. I can feel like a beast some days and then feel like I look pretty good on others, with no particular change. I have a friend who just had a baby (since there are like 5 of you out there, no one knows for sure who I am talking about) that is worried about losing her baby weight. The thing is, she looks AMAZING. It was a reminder to me that we really are our own worst enemies. We are overly critical of ourselves. But all in all, it doesn't really matter what others think of us, just how we feel about ourselves. That radiates, and others see it too and they aren't focusing (and really don't even care) about our wobbly parts. Wow, don't know where that rant came from...But I need to go and be a mom now - Jack has torn the front room apart and Sage is now waking up.
