Although Mommy has neglected this blog for such a long time; neglecting you, sweet Ellenor, I have not.
Ellenor is a bright, ray of sunshine! She has grown into her big personality, much like her long, dark hair that keeps growing. It is getting slightly lighter/more red in the sun. Ellenor likes to flap her arms. She likes to “grrrr” and “ahhh” and say “hey”, “mama”, “wawa” (water), “bbbbbuh” (she wants Mommy’s milk, or bed), and “oooo”.
At her 9 month check-up she weighs 17 lbs. 4 oz. Her weight is in the 25%, but her height is in the 50% for her age and she has always had a large head (trying to keep up with all that hair). She gets TONS of comments about how pretty she is with her dark hair and blue eyes. She has always been interested in food. She is not a picky eater and eats anything we do. We call her “2-egg Oh-nor” (because she eats 2 scrambled eggs every morning) and usually an applesauce or Nutri-grain bar with it. David comments that this is approximately his breakfast size. I’m convinced that she could eat an entire All-Star Breakfast at Waffle House if she chooses. She likes those applesauce and fruit-blends “on the go” in those squeeze pouches as well as eggs, cooked veggies and mandarin oranges and bananas.
If Ellenor could jump up and run, she would. She is interested in EVERYTHING Miriam does. She is a proud little sister to sit next to M in the double stroller that we were gifted. She has taken an interest with other babies and enjoys her playdates with Gabe, Ruby, Evy (even though Evy is claimed by Miriam) and Natalie. She can “rock” back and forth in the crawling position, although she has not mastered crawling. She likes to test the waters of standing up, but cannot pull up yet. She does like sitting up (since about 6 months) and can scoot around on her bum or lean all the way forward in a split to shimmy around. This month she outgrew her LulaGo Bassinet (the greatest travel bassinet there is, in my opinion) and we put her in the crib, in Miriam’s room. They are great roommates (although Ellenor sleeps in the office/guest room for afternoon naps so that Miriam can have “Miriam time”).
She really loves that she is “a big kid baby” now and can look around, sit up and now trying to be mobile to be a part of whatever we are doing. She still loves the baby carrier and the stroller and loves car rides as long as Miriam is back there with her. She loves being around people she knows and as long as she’s fed, she smiles and talks a lot. She loves to travel with us, as a family. We’ve been to the year-round indoor pool (W.L. Stephens Pool) THREE times now and she takes to water like a fish. We have taken her to the mountain house with Grammy and Pops and enjoyed Santa’s Land. We have gone to Rock Hill a few times. We have gone to stay in a cabin at Lake Jocassee. And she loves being outside (as long as we are there of course).
We love you so much Ellenor! You are becoming such a sweet little girl. When Mommy packed up the bassinet for the final time this week, I cried a little. When did you get SO big? You have Daddy and I wrapped around your finger (and Miriam too, although Miriam is the bossy boss, right now).
And He said “You are worth many diamonds. You are a flawless gem of mine. This is for you.”
Really?! Because that could not have come at a better time! I certainly wasn’t looking for diamonds on the street. I didn’t feel “flawless” or “worth it” or “pretty” in that moment.
This story took place in September. Hurricane Hermine came to Charleston and we were cooped up in the house for two or three days because of rain. Over the course of those few days, I was seething mad. I had been lacking in spending quality time with Father God. I was frustrated at a lot of things: myself, my messy house, David and I got into an argument, the kids were whiny and crying. It was the perfect storm–both inside and out. I felt like Alexander from the book for kids: Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. As soon as the storm cleared enough to go outside, I bolted. David yelled after me as I ran out the door, “where are you going?” (“”I’m moving to Australia…”, I thought.”)
I walk maybe 500 yards around the corner ,where our road crosses over a drain to the marsh and I hear a “clink” and realized I’ve stepped on something. “Great. Probably a nail or something…” Nope, not a nail, a diamond ring. The setting is bent and looks really dirty, but it’s a diamond ring. I stopped and looked around. No one was out and about. It almost felt like a trick. (“WHAT?!”) I thought about leaving it there, but then thought a better way to contact someone about it was through one of those “Mom Swap” Facebook groups. So I found my neighborhood’s page and inquired about a lost ring and wanting to return it to its owner. A few people came forward and described rings, but their descriptions unfortunately did not match this one. I held onto it for almost a month, waiting for someone to come forward, but the match never turned up. One day, I felt peace about selling it. That could not have come at a better time too!
I’ve never been to a jeweler before, “just to look”. There are some (ahem!) VERY pretty things at Loy Harn Jewelers, y’all. God directed me to go to this smaller, “mom-and-pop”, local jewelry store in town to sell it. Their staff was very attentive and professional and I appreciate the time they took with us (yes, us. I had the girls with me too). The owner, Jason Harn was great and he offered to buy the ring for the value of the diamond and the weight of the gold band that it was set in. The amazing thing, was that the check he wrote me, was just over the amount of money that we have spent (out of our own savings) to get David started in real estate! It’s repayment for his classes, new clothes, fees, and to simply live off of (until he sells a house, of course!) PRAISE GOD!! It has been such a financial miracle for us!
We are so thankful to the Lord that we can pay rent and our bills and we never go without the things we need, but it takes faith when you feel like there isn’t any “wiggle room” for extras. And this is a poverty mindset by the way; living “hand to mouth” with fear hanging over your head about “what if there won’t be enough for tomorrow?” “will it always be like this? work hard, pay bills, repeat…” This is not healthy for us, for anyone. Fear destroys living life at its fullest. Fear holds you back from dreaming and if you aren’t dreaming, you are dying.
I’m so excited to be able to tell you this story, now that David has “officially” changed jobs and is now working for Jeff Cook Real Estate. The month of September was truly a whirlwind of transition as David was working his daytime job (an average of 60 hours a week) on top of spending our savings to send him to night school for his real estate course (three nights a week). We are “all-in” this new real estate adventure. David is going at it full-time, and we are all-in financially to get him there.
I wanted to share this story because God is teaching me that I’m worth far more than what I think I’m worth. He is teaching me that He can provide in all circumstances. Sometimes, when I’m looking for Him to use the people I think He will use to help us (and they don’t), or when my expectations and plans fall short and I’m out of options; He will literally let money (and diamonds) fall from Heaven and land at my feet. I can trust Him, even when I don’t trust myself. Wow, that is amazing!
So now, the testimony of diamonds appearing on the street has been released. So I invite you, friends, to look for God, when you aren’t looking for God at all. Start looking down as you walk, people. He can do the same for you! Or He can choose another limitless, creative, miraculous way, because He’s just awesome like that!
Maybe you’ve seen these ads if you live anywhere near Charleston County:
(Photo courtesy of Charleston City Paper)
Want to hear a joke? The upcoming election. (Bad joke, I know…)
Know what’s not a joke? David has accepted a job with Jeff Cook Real Estate!
This is is truly an opportunity from God for David to step into something so new, for himself and for our family. He has the opportunity to work with an awesome team of people and to do something so different from before. We are seeing the hand of God move as we are trusting Him with timing, a new career, our finances (now being paid on commission). We are praying for open doors in business, in God encounters on the job, in new relationships and we eagerly ask for more of what God has for us in this new transition.
So to our dear friends in Canada, we are sorry to report that at this time we are not moving to your great country…but we are going to stick around the US and continue to make Charleston, South Carolina great place to live.
An update in Summer 2023: We have moved to Rock Hill, South Carolina and are still with this great real estate company! You can read about how that transition went for our family HERE. How can we serve your family in South Carolina AND North Carolina? https://cartersellsthecarolinas.com/
Ellenor is such a happier baby, now that we determined that she (and I) can’t have dairy. So as long as I drink almond milk and avoid cheese and yogurt, she’s alright! And even though I deeply miss cheesy pizza and ice-cream, it’s really not so bad. Plus, we found out that Ben&Jerry’s makes “Chunky Monkey Dairy-Free” (Praise Him!!).
Ellenor weighs 12lbs, 13 oz at her 4 month check up. She is in the 20% for her weight to height, but she grew 3 inches. She is our “skinny Minnie”. People in public seriously can’t get enough of her black hair and blue eyes (thanks, Carter family genes). She is getting red highlights from being out in the sun. She can roll over from her tummy to back and vice-versa. She likes the car-seat and the stroller and the baby carrier more and more because she knows we are going somewhere. She LOVES Miriam. She cracks smiles and coos and Miriam loves to play with her on the floor. M loves to help her with changing her diaper, picking out her clothes and when E cries, she will say “It’s ok, Oh-nor. I’m right here” (heart melts).
Ellenor loves to sleep on her right side, so much that her head is a little flat. Every time we try to make her lie on her left side, she rolls right back over. She also is a drooler. We wipe her face constantly, but it is probably because she loves her paci. She also uses her fingers to suck on if the paci falls out (although she is getting better about pulling it in and out of her mouth). Her favorite sounds are “ahhhh” and “kkkkkkhhhh” and “llllllleh”. We love you so much Oh-nor and can’t imagine this life without you, sunshine!
Ellenor is a little more than 2 months old now. She has better control over her head and likes to look around (but also prefers to be snuggled). She tolerates her swing every now and then and isn’t too fond of the vibrating chair. She loves to be held or carried! When she gets angry we joke that she “puts on her angry eyes” (Toy Story, anyone?) because all the blood rushes to her eyebrows when she screams. She has a very loud cry for such a tiny person. She laughs and smiles and coos every time her diaper is changed. Miriam has given her the nickname “Oh-nor”, but she also goes by “Little Mama Oh-nor” and “Lil’ Sis” (because Miriam is “Bub Rub”…). Ellenor also likes to cuddle in bed with Mommy and Daddy and even if she’s sweating, she will still curl up as close to you as possible. She weighs 11.5 lbs now and is 23 inches long. She looks thinner because she is on the taller side. She loves her paci to go to sleep and also likes rubbing the side of her head for comfort (besides snuggling).
Nina and Papa came to visit us when Ellenor was a few days old. My Mimi passed away when she was 10 days old so she went to her funeral. She has been to cookouts at the Tetrevs. She has been to the James Island County Park to watch her sister play at the playground and splash pad. She has been to a pool and likes being worn when Mommy goes walking. She has been to Rock Hill to meet her grandma and aunts. She has been to the beach this past weekend when her aunt, uncle and cousins came down for a few days (sidenote: when you can avoid it, avoid taking an infant to the beach…just don’t do it.) She will tolerate riding in the “spaceship” so long as Mommy makes an appearance in the backseat and didn’t “fully disappear.” She is such a growing girl and we all love her so much!
For six months give or take, our family had seriously been looking for another vehicle. My trusty 2001 Dodge Neon had surprised us all and has gotten me through ten years of awesomeness. We knew that eventually we would outgrow this car, but we really wanted to hear God in buying a newer car. Two weekends ago, we were driving up to Rock Hill to see family and on the way David and I both thought (but didn’t say it out loud to either of us) “Hmmm, this car is almost at 150K miles….I wonder if this can be it’s last leg?” We even drove around the dealerships, “just to look.” Then we felt totally called out on the whole thing and we were declaring all of the good things about my car because it is/was a great car. When we would look around for our new car, the timing (and money) never seemed to match up, so we kept patiently waiting. God was telling us “when you need a car, you will get a car.”
Ironically, coming home from Rock Hill, we did get in a wreck. Praise God that everyone was ok. Our girls slept through the whole thing and we had air-conditioning for the whole hour we waited for a ride and the tow-truck! (Later, the technician told us that the car’s AC was not working at all…hooray for supernatural AC in the Columbia heat!). The guy that we hit, who thankfully was ok as well (just some fender damage) was on his way to Ft. Jackson and he stayed with us until help arrived. His fatigues displayed his last name, “Blair.” David’s sister wonderfully gave us a ride to the rental car place and we were so grateful! We were thinking: “Ok God, we guess we REALLY need a car now….so you are going to have to show us one much sooner.”
We got a rental car through insurance to get us home, and my parents generously lent us one of their cars for the past two weeks. Then God creatively stepped in and we received an unexpected inheritance from my recently deceased grandmother that was totally unexpected. I really hope that God was able to tell her before she left to be with him (or else she is hearing about it now) that she was able to bless our family so much with what we had been needing and praying for! So the problem of not having a down payment for the car was solved in less than 48 hours after the accident! Wow, thanks Mimi!! We also had a generous gift given to us from family members to contribute to our future car (little did they know that we would use it in a few weeks) oh wait, it gets better:
So I am depositing that check into our account and I was doubting what it should be used for. I’ve never been given a check that big before and I was contemplating what else it could be used for, or stored up. Then the verse from Matthew 13:44 came to mind: “the kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field that a man found. In his excitement, he buried it again and sold everything he had and bought that field.” Remember how the guy we hit, his name was “Blair”? I looked up what that name means and it means “field”. That was my confirmation that that money was specifically for our car! (cue my happy dance).
We prayed about what kind of car to get and David and I agreed we wanted a newer model. It didn’t have to be “brand new”, just newer than say 2008 (which is the year that VHS tapes officially died, y’all.) I kept hearing “white Honda Odyssey”. There are many Honda Odysseys for sale all over the internet webs, but we were “to wait for the one.” So we kept waiting and frustrating things were happening all around us. We had so much opposition this last week, it was CRAZY. But then we received a call that the 2014 white Honda Odyssey that we looked at online was available for us to look at, at Carmax (which was our first experience with them and it was awe-some!). We knew it was ours when we test-drove it. We named her “Pearl” because this van is a long-awaited treasure for us! (and Miriam thinks the van is a spaceship…)
This car was a huge lesson for us in patiently waiting and stewarding well what we had. It is repayment for things we had previously lost or given up. It is proof that God fights for us and truly wants to give us his best! I was listening to a podcast by Eric Johnson about “Kings Give to Kings” on the Bethel app and in it he was talking about living in abundance. “We give our best to God, so why don’t we expect the best from him? Abundance teaches us about the very heart of God and we don’t get to tell God when or how to stop blessing us…but we do have permission to ask for more.” (Seriously, so much good stuff in that podcast, I highly recommend it for a listen.) We contemplated just getting “a cheaper car that we could pay off instantly.” Perhaps that makes more “logical sense”, but instead He challenged us to not want just ANY car, but the most expensive brand out there! And we thought, “how can we afford the most expensive one?” but then he said it was a “future investment.” And we knew when we drove it, that it isn’t just what we needed, it’s everything we needed and everything we WANTED! Because He is like that friends! He really does want what is BEST for you! Be patient for it, but do what He says and it will be given to you!
**Update from 2023: We still LOVE this van! It is now named “Odysseus” because it has taken us on many an Odyssey! We’ve been across the Carolinas, up and down mountains and to the Grand Canyon and back in this thing and it has given us no complaints! **
The birth of my 2nd daughter was so different than my 1st. That’s what I felt God say to me about this go around: “it will be different.” In case you missed Miriam’s birth story, I’ll briefly recap: 22-hour labor, lots of interventions, she still wasn’t coming and resulted in an unplanned c-section. This is scary to admit but the whispering voice of the Holy Spirit told me that morning, 5/1/14 through a feeling”you will have a c-section” to which my inner-dialogue said “hell no.” (Call it pride, call it wanting to give it a “good ol’ try” as a 1st time mom, call it whatever), but had I walked into that hospital fully trusting what God had told me and changed “my birth plan” it would have saved us/me (who am I kidding, ME) about 11 hours. To say that was a crazy day would be an understatement. But she and I were both kept safe. The Lord’s presence was all over our room and the OR and we were blessed with the sweetest of nurses. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t “have the magical birth experience I wanted” and spent way too much time grieving it and beating myself up about it and feeling so ashamed. Thank God that’s over! I’ve healed a lot from that experience. I’ve turned trauma and sadness and confusion and “why me?” into joy and thankfulness (I’ve had lots of inner-healing prayer, or SOZO to help with that) 🙂
So this time around: new location, new hospital, new OB. My hospital and OB do not practice or advocate VBACS, so with that option off the table (because home-births are also out of the question for our family…not knocking it, but not for our family), both David and I agreed beforehand that we would like a scheduled repeat c-section. Fast-forward through a fairly easy and wonderful pregnancy and at 39 weeks, we were ready to meet our Ellenor! It’s funny that with Miriam she was almost 2 weeks late and I prayed “please come today, please come already”, ate whole pineapples and spicy foods and tried every freaking trick in the book to kickstart labor and NADA, but with Ellenor I prayed, “please stay in there, please” and felt way more relaxed and less anxious (for knowing exactly when she was coming) 🙂
The night before surgery, on May 2nd, David and I treated ourselves to a date night consisting of coffee, Barnes and Noble, Papa Johns and the Marriott (right across the street from East Cooper Medical). It was awesome! Then we woke up at 4:30 to cruise into the hospital at 5am for paperwork (all those questions!) and getting hooked up and prepped. The hardest part was waiting the 2 hours to get started. Our friend, Alicia is in training to be a midwife and doula so she came to the hospital to “doula-nate” (our word, not hers) and to watch my c-section. She was amazing and I can fully advocate for c-section mamas (unplanned or elective) to hire a doula! At her initial suggestion, I wasn’t sure about how much she could “do”, but was I wrong. She met us at the hospital early (she’s got 2 babies of her own), prayed with us beforehand, kept our excited-nervous jitters down, got David coffee and offered to take pictures while we were in the O.R.. She also offered to stay with me at all times if David needed to leave with the baby so that I would never be alone. (um, yes, please!) Afterwards, she stayed with us in recovery, offered support with breastfeeding, offered to get us anything we needed and was always there as a calming presence and as a friend. Thanks Alicia! You already are an amazing doula!
7:15am hits and after talking with the anesthesiologist, I make a last minute decision (well, made the night before) that I wanted to watch my c-section. Not the whole “slice and dice” bit, just the part where my daughter is born. And I wanted skin-to-skin as soon as possible. Easily enough, the doctors were ok with that. Done. Then, I find out that I have to walk alone to the OR…wait, what? David and Alicia had to stay behind until I was fully prepped. You don’t know how surreal it is to walk into an OR as the patient, until you have to (last time I was wheeled in on so many drugs, I don’t recall it because I was fighting sleep) so this time I’m fully alert and the nurses are like, “ok, let’s go.” But this sweet, amazing nurse, Ms. Connie, comes and embraces me and prays over me while I’m getting my spinal inserted and that calmed me down a lot. Fun fact: a spinal is instant numbness as opposed to an epidural gradually kicks in. Didn’t know that, but I felt SO relaxed and told my nurse, Susan “wow, I feel so at peace and relaxed. I bet all moms say that coming in here.” She said, “um, no, they don’t.” Did you know that there is a countdown on the wall of the OR counting backwards from 35 minutes? Not sure what happens if it hits 0:00 but we didn’t have to find out.
Ms. Connie called roll and David and Alicia came back to stand next to me. When they were ready (which unbeknownst to me they had started the surgery) and they lowered the sheet so that I could see (keep in mind, from my vantage point, I have a bowling ball on my stomach, so I’m spared seeing my own blood and guts) and I saw them pull her out of me. It was the most surreal, wonderful, amazing moment. I was crying happy tears before they even lowered the sheet and I lost it when she came out screaming. I think I said “hey baby.”Miss Ellenor Beverly was born at 7:44am and she was perfect at 7 lbs, 5 oz, 20 in. long. I got to hold her skin-to-skin after a few minutes while they checked her over. She laid on my chest for 20 minutes or so then they were going to take her out of the room with David to do the APGAR tests and all that jazz. I was SO thankful that Alicia stayed with me while I was getting stitched up. Then I was wheeled into recovery where David handed me back Ellenor and Ms. Connie helped me with breastfeeding (cue nausea), but Ellenor latched on immediately like a champ and that’s been an easy road for us.
Now she’s a little over a week old and we are so in love! Miriam is adjusting well and loves her baby sister! While I wouldn’t say that recovering from a c-section is “fun”, maybe because it’s my second time and not my first, it IS easier the second time around. Miriam’s birth was a testimony to the Lord’s goodness and GRACE. Ellenor’s birth was a testimony of REDEMPTION and healing. Everything went so smoothly and wonderfully! In Blake Healy’s book, The Veil, he describes the scenes of watching his children being born. Because Blake sees angels, he describes that at each birth, “there is an angel in the room…who can hardly contain his excitement; with anticipation that as soon as the baby is born, he or she is assigned for life to that angel.” So I envisioned with Ellenor’s birth (and can envision with Miriam’s too) that there was an angel in that OR that was dancing and trembling and jumping up and down with joy in the moments leading up to her birth. Dar la luz–to bring to light!
Things have been moving quickly at the Carter household as we received some amazing news just a few weeks before Christmas. It all started with the Christmas tree. We hadn’t bought one yet and my grandparents called to say that they were coming over to our house with one as a gift (one of those cute plastic ones). So they come over, we set it up, they brought lights and the angel topper that they used at their house for years, and we had a great time catching up for a few hours. Then, Pops pulls out a stack of papers and says “ok, so the real reason we came over tonight was because we want you and David to think about something. We would like to offer you (if you want it) to rent the Parkway house. It’s just sitting there, not being used, and we want you to consider renting from us. Think about it.”
We slept on it, (although God was saying “take it. it’s a great opportunity. take it!” while Pops was talking). So we did! We are only paying the taxes on the house, so we will be able to pay off some more debt and be able to save some money too! What an amazing Christmas gift that we were given!! January has been so fast, trying to pack and getting the house ready to be lived in again/cleaned, ect.
(Miracles upon miracles): The weekend before we moved, we so needed a family vacation to get away from all of the stress and the chaos. For years, we had always wanted two things to happen: 1. to go on a vacation in the mountains WHILE it’s snowing and stay in a cabin, and 2. to go on vacation with the Tetrevs. There was some definite resistance to getting both of our families ready to go on this trip (from finances, to work, to cars breaking down, to the park rangers calling us and asking if we were still crazy enough to come because of the ice and snow predictions…general life craziness) but “come hell or high water, we are going!” (as they say). We finally made it to Lake Joccassee, in Salem, SC. We stayed 4 days/3 nights in a beautiful cabin (that we were able to book half-off with a winter promotion) and split between our 2 families. AND we got snowed in! We were the only people there and had the whole campground to ourselves…in the snow! It was so restful and peaceful just to get away and literally do nothing (if you count hiking in the snow, having snowball fights, building snowmen, and watching the snow fall while sitting on a plush couch in front of a roaring fire; “nothing”.)
at 26 weeks! (not to be fair, I am wearing about 4 layers of clothes here)
hiking on the trails
Miri’s word of the weekend: “COLD”
We came back from that trip so excited and re-energized to move! We moved into the house behind Grammy and Pops (the same house they built in 1960 where my dad and his brothers grew up) on January 29th. We seriously could not have done it without the help of my dad, uncle, brothers, Pops, and our dear friends, the Tetrevs. THANK YOU! Immediately, upon moving in, we felt such sweet peace and rest.
Did I mention that it is in “the trending” neighborhood on the island at the moment, too? Did I also mention that there are lots of families around and it’s on a quiet street where Miriam can safely play in the yard without cars going by at 50 mph? There is even a sweet playground down the street! We are a block away from the water. Also, this house is a surviving time-capsule straight out of the 1960s/1970s–plenty of character and charm all over the place (definitely not a “burger house”). Here’s the thing: by ourselves, we never could have NEVER afforded a place in this neighborhood. (oh trust me, we looked, before we moved here…and it wasn’t in the budget to rent, and buying–shoot, you must be crazy!) But not crazy enough for God. Not crazy enough for Him to align all of this in a matter of 2 months. 2 MONTHS, people! We may never know how many circumstances that God set up to move us when and where we did on Johns Island, or how He has now moved us to James Island, but all we can say is that HE IS REALLY, REALLY GOOD!
Earlier this week we found out how to hook up the old speakers that Pops had put in the living room and wired them from the front dining room to blast some worship music to celebrate. This house was made for worship! It is amazing to me, not only that we get to steward this opportunity for our family well, but also that before the idea of this old house came to be (back when it was an old lot of nothing in the back of Grandana Jantzen’s backyard), God had imagined it as a place of worship, a house for community. Once the moving craziness has subsided, we would love to host and have people over! We can’t wait to see how God breathes life into this old house again! It’s going to be beautiful! We are so thankful to be a part of that, for as long as God has us living here!
WE ARE HAVING A GIRL!! WE WILL BE WELCOMING BABY ELLENOR ON MAY 3, 2016!
Her name means “bright and shining light” (family name) and she is also named after one of her great-grandmothers (Beverly)
We had a small gender-reveal party to announce if we were having a boy or girl (cupcakes or stud-muffins/hair-bows or mustaches?) and we celebrated with family and friends the same day we found out who Ellenor was. It was the hardest secret to keep for David and I!
Hooray! Miriam has a “forever friend” and her favorite new book to read at night is “I’m a Big Sister.”
Team Carter's Big Adventure 