I Hate Lima Beans (And Other Questions)

Happy Leap Year! Anyone planning to make any proposals today?

You know I had to ask. I feel like I should rent the movie Leap Year for the occasion.

I was going to post the next homeschooling post today, but I had to acknowledge Leap Year, so that post will be up tomorrow. In the meantime, I thought I'd make a little more progress on these questions! These are from Rachel at Dove Of Snow.

1. What is your favorite breakfast food?

This depends largely on my mood. But currently I've really been liking Greek Yogurt with granola. If it's not that, it's the Santa Fe skillet at Village Inn! So good.

2. What is your least favorite food?

Lima beans! I can't stand lima beans. Thankfully they don't show up in too many dishes. I will say though that I have never quite got my taste back for pickles since being pregnant with Wyatt. I couldn't stand them while I was pregnant, and I still can't quite like them like I used to.

3. If you had to pick the worst color you could wear, what would that color be for you?

Beige/tan. Totally washes me out. I can do it in moderation, but it better be paired with a good color - definitely not solid beige. It's just not a good color to have near my face.

4. What is your favorite genre in books?

I love all kinds of books, but I really like Christian mystery or suspense. Historical fiction can be really good too. And sometimes I just get in the mood for some good, clean Christian chick-lit. But I'm sticking with mystery/suspense for my favorite.

5. What is your least favorite genre for movies?

Horror. I do not do horror movies. I could write a whole post about this, but I just see nothing edifying in that genre. And I'd prefer not to be jumping at shadows when the lights go out, thank you very much. The closest I've gotten to a horror movie is Jurassic Park or Jaws, and I don't watch the parts where people get eaten.

6. When was the last time you gave someone a hug? Who did you give it to? :-)

I like this question! The last time I gave someone a hug was Wyatt a couple hours ago before his nap, but I can hardly hold him without hugging him. Besides Wyatt, my hubby this morning when he left for work. He always comes and kisses me goodbye, and I give him an awkward, sleepy hug from where I lay under the covers.

7. When did you last see a sunrise?

Oh my, this is sad. I haven't intentionally awakened with the sun a long time. I did see a beautiful sunrise on the way to work a month and a half ago - the sky was all orange and pink, and it was lovely.

8. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

Pssht, no! I always laugh at that part in Jingle All The Way, because I would totally be there for ten minutes trying to get it right. I should learn it. It can't be that hard, right?

9. Where do you live? (again, no addresses please!)

I live in a rural area, but I'm only about an hour from the city, so I can still go shopping without too much hassle. I love living away from the city, but still being close enough to take advantage of the perks a bigger city has to offer. I don't generally say my state on this blog, so forgive my being vague.

10. Are you married or do you have a special someone?

I am married, to an amazing guy named Derek, and we're coming up on our fourth anniversary! That's weird for me to think about, because four years used to seem like such a long time. It's gone by pretty fast. I guess time flies when you're having fun!

11. Do you have any pets or wish that you did?

We do have pets, three dogs. I think we're a bit crazy for having three. We have a Yorkie named Ralphie (my fur-baby; see our engagement story, it's a good one), a Cairn terrior named Quincy (who's always running away, but we always seem to find her again), and a foxhound mix named Harvey (who is so annoying, but we love him anyway).

Those were fun questions to answer! Thanks Rachel!

Stay tuned for the next part of my homeschooling saga tomorrow!

First Bug


Is it just me, or was the whole blog world out last weekend with a stomach bug?  We must have all passed around the germs through the computer monitors.

Last Tuesday night my sweet boy threw up twice.  And again in the morning.  And he stayed sick clear through Sunday.

Actually he’s still not 100%, but he seems to be doing better as of yesterday.

I felt so bad seeing him like that. On Thursday night he just cried and cried.  I’m not one of those moms who typically cries when my baby is crying (ex. when he gets vaccines), because I think it just freaks him out more, and it’s my job to be the strong one and assure him it’s alright.  But on Thursday I actually did let a couple tears fall, because no matter what I did I couldn’t get him to stop crying, and it broke my heart.  But I quickly stopped, because I was right – it did freak him out more.  Wyatt hates seeing me cry.

I also happened to throw up on Thursday, and by Friday we were all three sick together. 

Normally I wouldn’t consider this blog-post worthy, but we just don’t get sick in this family – it’s been forever since I’ve caught anything.  And Derek never throws up.  And this is the first time Wyatt has ever been sick.

I’m actually pretty proud of the fact that we made it past a year old before Wyatt got sick for the first time!  He must have a good little immune system, because I’m not one of those moms who walks around with anti-bacterial wipes either, and we made it pretty far before the inevitable first bug.

On Thursday night my mom brought me my mail, and what do you think I found?  The sweetest card from my blog friend Melanie!  She is starting a “Random Acts Of Kindness Tag”, and she wrote me the most encouraging note.  The arrival was very timely since we were having a rough day too.

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Now I’ve been “tagged” to send someone else a piece of encouragement.  I try to randomly surprise people in the mail occasionally, but it’s been a while and this was a good reminder.  So now I just have to decide who to “tag”.

If you don’t read Melanie’s blog, you really should – she’s one of the sweetest bloggers I know.  Stop by and say hello to her!

And that’s it for now.  Sorry for the lack of pictures in this post, but I’m just feeling lazy this morning and Mr. Wyatt is calling.  You know how that goes!

Why {Not} Me?


I think most of you know that Derek and I had troubles getting pregnant with Wyatt.  It took 11 months before we were finally able to conceive.

Technically that leaves me one month shy of being officially considered “infertile”, but I would qualify myself as sub-fertile, and those 11 months were just as painful for me as they would have been if we’d had to wait one more month.  It was hard.  It hurt.  I cried more times than I would care to admit.

I’ve written about our struggles, and some of the lessons I learned while we were waiting.  It’s easy to see the purpose of it looking back.  I learned to trust God when things don’t go my way.  I learned to be content and rest in the knowledge that God knows what He’s doing.  I learned that His plans are best.  I learned to look for the purpose in trials, and I now have the gift of knowing a little bit about what other girls are going through who are struggling with infertility (which you can’t really appreciate until you’ve gone through it yourself).

In all my previous posts I’ve put a pretty brave face on it.  And I know that all of the things I stated in those posts are true.

But when I think about the possibility of us having trouble conceiving our second baby?  It still hurts.  And it scares me.  Because even though I have my first sweet baby and he will make the process so much easier to take the second time around?  I still don’t want to go through that again.

I was talking with my mom about this subject the other day, and the words “Why me?” slipped out of my mouth.  Why do I have to have fertility problems when so many people get pregnant so easily?  Clearly I was having a dramatic moment.

Then my mom said something to me that I don’t think I’ll be forgetting.  She gently asked me “Callie, why not you?”

She explained to me what she meant, and I had a miniature epiphany.  Because she was right.

Why not me?  I have a supportive husband, supportive family, sweet friends to talk with.  I have resources.  I have the finances to seek treatment if necessary.  I have my relationship with the Lord.  And I’m not one to let these trials go to waste – I’d rather use what the Lord has brought me through to encourage others.

If someone in the world had to have fertility problems, I’d say I’m an ideal candidate.

God doesn’t give us more than we can handle, and sometimes He lets us go through hard times because ultimately it will bring Him glory.  With His help I can handle this again, if that’s what He gives me, and He will see me through.

Even if it’s just as hard as last time.  Even if it takes longer or more to make it happen.  Even if it never happens again at all.

He’s got this, and I’ve got this, and why not me

Because come what may, He will be walking with us and I’ll be fine.

From A Homeschooler - {The Prequel}

(2016: Please note that this is a series I wrote several years ago as a general overview of my experience as a homeschool student.  If you have any questions about homeschooling and my homeschool experience, please comment below, and I would love to address them in future posts.  Thanks for reading!)

I’ve been wanting to start this series on homeschooling, and honestly it’s leaving me overwhelmed.  There is so much to say on the subject.  I have a million posts written out in my head, and it’s intimidating me to just sit down and type them out.  But if I don’t start it’s never going to get written, so please forgive me if this first post is less than stellar.  I’m going to start out simply by writing about my own homeschooling experience.

I wasn’t always homeschooled.  I went to public school first through third grade.  My mom was actually considering homeschooling me in kindergarten, but she got intimidated and decided to send my siblings and me to public school.

Most of my public school memories revolve around me trying to do everything “right” in the classroom, and trying to not to be embarrassed either in front of or by the other kids.  But kids are mean, and embarrassing things did happen at times.  Those were low points in my educational existence, and I did what I could to be “cool” and not let it happen again.

My mom wanted to be involved in our education, even if she wasn’t teaching us, and she volunteered to help out at the school, so sometimes she would get to see us during the school day.  I was never embarrassed by my mom being there.  Everyone loved my mom, and I did too.

This is a picture of the three of us – I’m thinking when I was either in 2nd or 3rd grade?  At Disney World.

Being at the school allowed my mom to know more about what was going on with our education, and little things started to bother her. 

For example, we had storytime in the school library, and she didn’t agree with some of the things in these seemingly harmless children’s books (it amazing how agendas are sneaked into books for kids). 
Apparently I was also a little over-obsessed with the “rules”. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but my mom started noticing that during the school year I would get very serious and concerned with doing everything “right”.  There were times when she stopped by my classroom, and I would barely glance at her, maybe give her a quick smile, but then I wouldn’t look at her again for fear of getting in trouble.  During the summer I would usually get back to my happy, care-free self, but over the couple years I was in school she noticed that it took me longer and longer to get back to normal. 

This is a good example of why it’s important to consider the individual child’s needs when looking at education choices – not every kid has this “personality change” problem because they go to public school, but I did.

Mostly her concerns were just a bunch of little things, but in combination with the fact that homeschooling was at the back of her mind anyway – well, it started to all add up.

From what I remember, the final straw was when she was looking over the agenda for the rest of the school year and noticed that they were planning on taking my class on a field trip to a Buddhist temple (which I still find incredible – you know they would never consider taking kids on a field trip to a church, but it’s okay to go to a Buddhist temple?). 

As a Christian this was disturbing to her (it would be to me too!), and she and my dad decided she could teach us herself.  Being at the school with us for those years gave her confidence that she could teach us what we needed to know, and my dad was totally on board.

So the year I started fourth grade, I woke up, got dressed, pretended to take the “bus” upstairs, and started my first day of school at home.

To read the rest of my homeschool story, check out these posts:

Disclaimer:  I feel the need to include this, because I know many of you are teachers.  I am not a fan of the public school system, and I plan to homeschool my own kids - which is part of the reason I have written out my story, to remind myself of where I came.  However, I do think the majority of teachers in the public school system do the best they can, and I’m sure each of you reading who might teach in public school are amazing at your jobs!  So please keep that in mind as you read.

Big {Job} News


Today my husband starts his new job!

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Those who have been following my blog for a couple years will remember that my husband had a job as a treasurer for one of the towns around here.  Well, a few weeks ago he got a new job as accounting supervisor for a big suburb! 

Derek is so smart, and he works so hard to provide for us – I am so blessed to have that man!  I know he’s going to do great in his new position.  We’re so grateful that the Lord provided us this opportunity.

Right now Derek is planning on commuting and we’re just going to stay where we are, unless we decide at a later point that the drive is just getting to be too much (but we’re kind of used to driving all over the place).

One part of the good news for our family is that this new job comes with a new salary, which should allow me to go down to just one day at work!  I talked to my boss about dropping Thursdays, and I think it’s going to work out – she’s just trying to figure out when to make the switch. 

I’ve been getting a little weary of leaving Wyatt two days in a row, because I feel like I hardly get to see him for two days – working one day a week would be about perfect, I think!  I’ll also maybe get to go to MOPS, finally.  All the MOPS groups around here seem to meet on Thursdays.

This new job will also be great because there is a lot more opportunity for advancement than in Derek’s previous job, and he’ll get the supervisory experience, which will look good on his resume.

I know he’s going to be the best accounting supervisor there is, and I am so proud of him!

One Whole Year!


Well, my baby boy is one whole year old!


I feel like Wyatt has done so many new things this past month.


He has really started clapping and waving even more.  A week or so ago I think he really realized that people were waving at him, and he stared really waving back.  It’s so cute!  His whole arm moves up and down.  He’s still clapping (louder now), and he looks so proud of himself every time he does it.  He also started giving high-fives (1/13)!  It’s the cutest thing.  I think we’ll be working on blowing kisses next.

Last month I said Wyatt’s first word was “baba”, which he says when he is hungry.  But he started saying his favorite word this month (1/15), which is “dog”.  It sounds like “dauh”, and he’ll say it over and over again when he sees the dogs.  Have I mentioned how much he loves our dogs?  Whenever he sees them he gets this big, silly grin on his face, so I guess it shouldn’t be surprising that it’s one of his first words! 

The dogs love him too – they let him pull on their fur, and Harvey (the big dog) licks his face when I’m not looking.  I’m sure Wyatt has endeared himself to their hearts even more by intentionally dropping cheerios on the floor so they can eat them.  I think he likes to watch them scramble to get the cheerios.

His next word (1/18) was “dada” for Derek – it sounds a lot like his word for dog, so it’s a little hard to distinguish, but I can tell when he’s talking about Derek.


And finally, he started saying “mama” toward the end of January.  The first couple times he said it were times when he needed something (hungry, dirty diaper) and he was trying to get my attention to tell me, but since then he has started saying it just when he is happy too.  He’s been saying “mama” and “dada” for months, but I can tell he really means us now when he says it!

At his one year appointment our pediatrician was impressed with his vocabulary and said he’s ahead of the game on that front, so that made me feel good!


As far as activity, Wyatt has started “dancing” (1/26), to music (or just when he’s happy).  I came home from work one night, and he crawled over to me, and when I grabbed his hands he started dancing with me!  It melted my heart. 


He tried crawling on his hands and knees (1/28), but wasn’t a big fan, and he went back to his army crawl.  I asked our pediatrician about the fact that he doesn’t crawl on his hands and knees, and she said that the powers that be actually took crawling on all fours off of the developmental milestones checklist, because what they are more concerned with is that they can maneuver themselves into different positions (particularly belly to sitting), and it doesn’t really matter how they go about doing it.  I imagine Wyatt will probably just stick with army crawling – he gets around really well that way, and his belly has always been his preferred position.


This month Wyatt pulled himself to his feet all by himself (2/4)!  He crawled over to the couch where I was sitting and grabbed my legs and just pulled himself right up!  He’s liking being higher up and seeing better when he’s standing.  He can balance by himself against furniture really well, so next is just to balance without holding onto anything.


I feel like he’s grown a lot in the last few months.  It’s actually affected his sleep a little – he used to go 12 hours at night, but for the past month or two he’s been getting up after 10 hours to eat.  He’s starting to fall back into his old pattern a little bit, so maybe he’ll be slowing down with growth again soon?

He weighs 20 lbs. 11 oz. (25%), is 30 inches long (55%), and his head circumference is in the 80th percentile.  He’s got a big brain in there!

As far as eating goes, he usually gets 4-5 bottles a day (somewhere from 2-6 oz. each), and he eats solids three times a day.  We started giving him more chunky solids and finger foods this month, like cheerios, chunks of banana and avocado, etc.  I tried cheerios with him a couple months ago, but he choked on them a little bit, so we just decided to hold off a little longer.  He does finger foods like a pro now though, and he loves feeding himself.


Since his first birthday I’ve been giving him food off our plates (I didn’t before in an effort to avoid food allergies), and he’s loving it – and I’m loving being able to feed him anything without worrying about it now.

He has the same four teeth, but he’s working on some new teeth now, so I don’t think it will be long before he gets a few more.


Wyatt is such a sweetheart.  He laughs at all my silly antics, and I love that!  It’s not hard to make him smile.

He is in the nursery at church now, and he’s been doing well there.  When I picked him up one week he was playing with a toy with one of the other babies.  He’s pretty good at playing with other kids, and I’m glad.


He’s getting more interested in books now.  When I read to him he’ll stare at the pages, and point at the pictures with his one finger, instead of just squirming.  He loves to hold the books after we’re done reading them, so the hardback ones that he can’t crinkle at a big hit right now.

He still sucks his thumb, and I admittedly love it.  It’s so adorable!

I think he’s a bit of a ham – he likes it when people watch him, and when they smile and laugh over his clapping, high-fives, etc.  He gets this big grin on his face and will usually do something else to try to impress them.  If everyone laughs, a few second later he’ll laugh loudly too, which tends to make everyone laugh again.  It’s cute!

He hates loud noises.  If there is a sudden loud noise, he will cry, and it breaks my heart.

He’s generally a really good baby.  It takes a lot for him to have a meltdown – almost anywhere we go he just acts quiet and smiley.  I get comments all the time on how cute and good he is.

He is such a sweetie, and he doesn’t like to see me upset.  When I’m having an emotional day and he sees me cry, he’ll look concerned at first, and then he’ll give me one of his big grins to try to get me to smile (and I usually can’t help but smile then)!




You’ve grown and changed so much this month!  I love watching you do new things.  I love how you laugh at the little stuff.  You are such a joyful baby, and you bring such joy to your dad and I!  You are not that snuggly little newborn anymore, but you are so sweet and so fun the way you are now!  I wouldn’t go back even if I could, because I love seeing your personality developing.  I can already see what an amazing little boy you are becoming, and I can’t wait to watch you grow over another year! 

We love you so much, Sweet Boy, and we’re so proud that you’re ours!



Party - Family, Presents, Cake


Here are a few more pictures of the festivities at Wyatt’s First Birthday Round-Up!

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{Opening Presents}


Wyatt was blessed with clothes (he needed new clothes again – the kid grows overnight), toys, stuffed animals, and a play tent!

I have to highlight a couple gifts that were especially thoughtful . . .

My dear blog friend, Rebecca, sent him the sweetest birthday card.  I am definitely keeping it to show to Wyatt when he’s older.


And my dear real-life friend, Ashley, made him these beautiful bibs and personalized fabric blocks! I was so impressed by her hidden talents (she never told me she could sew!).











He wasn’t too sure about it at first, but once he realized how sweet it was he was shoveling it in!




Wyatt with (1.) my mom, (2.) my sister and her fiance, (3.) my dad, (4.) my brother and sister-in-law, (5.) Derek’s mom, (6.) Derek’s dad.  We had a some friends over the next day for a second little celebration, but I didn’t get any good pictures I’m afraid.

{Birthday Minute}


We took a family picture on Wyatt’s exact birthday minute, 1:28 PM.

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Wyatt was worn out after all that celebrating and took a nap while we enjoyed our cupcakes.

We had a wonderful weekend with our family and friends, celebrating the fact that our little guy has been with us for one whole year!  Thank you to everyone who came and sent presents – you made our parties special!

First Birthday “Round-Up” Party!

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I tossed around several ideas for Wyatt’s first birthday party theme, but the second that the thought of a cowboy theme came up, I knew that was what I wanted to do.  Here are some pictures of the invitations, decorations, and food for Wyatt’s First Birthday Round-Up!

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Cowboy "Round Up" First Birthday Party | Through Clouded Glass

Cowboy "Round Up" First Birthday Party | Through Clouded Glass
Cowboy "Round Up" First Birthday Party | Through Clouded Glass

Cowboy "Round Up" First Birthday Party | Through Clouded Glass
Cowboy "Round Up" First Birthday Party | Through Clouded Glass
Cowboy "Round Up" First Birthday Party | Through Clouded Glass
Cowboy "Round Up" First Birthday Party | Through Clouded Glass

Invitations:  I made them myself with a blank card set and my scrapbooking software.

1. I ordered a reprint of a 1950’s children’s book to use as a guestbook – guests wrote Wyatt a birthday message on the inside.

2. I made “Cowboy” Coffee Cupcakes and Root Beer Float Cupcakes, and I baked them in mason jars – I made the tags and tied them to the jars with raffia.

3. I made the “Happy Birthday” banner with burlap and cowboy fabric, then stenciled the letters onto it.

5.  Ordered the birthday cake from King Soopers.

6. Root Beer Float station.

7. Monthly picture banner – I used string and mini clothespins to hang up Wyatt’s monthly pictures.  It was a great way for everyone to see how much he’s grown during his first year.

8. We served coffee, and I made the sign that says “Coffee – strong enough to float a horseshoe.”  Derek had all my signs and tags laminated for me.

9.  Wyatt’s highchair, with a sign that says “This seat is reserved for the Birthday Cowboy, Wyatt!”

10.  Guest book station, and I also put out a stuffed bear that Derek bought for me while I was in labor.  I had a picture of Wyatt as a newborn with the bear that I displayed for comparison.  He was barely bigger than that teddy bear!

11.  Chili and cornbread for dinner.

12.  Birthday Boy shirt from Target (on clearance last summer).

13.  Tied the balloons up with thread – so much better than trying to use tape!

The links are either to recipes, or to some of the ideas that we modified or used for our party.
Overall, I’m really happy with the way everything turned out – I gathered everything gradually over the last six months, so it didn’t hurt my wallet much; I had a lot of fun making the banners and signs and putting everything together; the mason jars, rafia, and twine I’ll use for other projects in the future, so the extra won’t go to waste; and the decorations aren’t specific to a first birthday, so I can keep all the decorations and do another cowboy-themed party a few years down the road!


Happy Valentine’s Day!

Heart Cookies Resized

Don’t those cookies look so goodThis girl makes fabulous-looking cookies.

This week I’m still trying to find the time to sit down and write out Wyatt’s birthday posts, and I haven’t had much time to think about a Valentine’s post.  I didn’t want to just ignore the holiday though, so I thought I’d write about my favorite Valentine’s Day.

I couldn’t pick though, because I’ve had so many good ones.  I’ve always loved Valentine’s Day, even when I was single.

When I was young, my parent’s used to get us a little gift for Valentine’s Day.  Usually just some candy, or maybe a stuffed animal, but it made the holiday special. We’d all make cards for each other and sit down in the morning to exchange them.

Then there was my first Valentine’s with Derek.  He surprised me by showing up at my dental hygiene college campus, and he brought me flowers and a teddy bear.  All my classmates were impressed and said he was a keeper (I already knew this).

Our Valentine’s as a married couple before we had Wyatt were a lot of fun too.  We usually planned a Valentine’s Day weekend getaway, and we’ve had some fun memories from those trips.

And then last Valentine’s was special, even though we didn’t go anywhere, because it was our first full day home with our brand-new baby boy.  I made Derek a card, and he picked up some flowers he had ordered for me.  We gave Wyatt his first bath.  It was low-key, but so nice.

To me, Valentine’s is just a day to tell those who you love that you do.  Whether it be your parents, grandma, siblings, best friend, children, or hubby, trying to make the day special for others is bound to make it special for you too. I hope you all make some wonderful Valentine's Day memories today!

On His First Birthday


On year ago today, at 1:28 PM, the doctor handed me a miracle.


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My sweet baby boy had his eyes squeezed shut tight.  He had his lip out in a pout, and after a minute he let out the tiniest mew of a cry.

We fell in love with him right then and there.


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The second they handed him to me tears started streaming down my face.  I was so overwhelmed, and so, so happy to meet my son.

One of the nurses chuckled at my reaction and joked that if I didn’t want him, she would take him.

I smiled through my tears and said “No, I want him.”

Oh, how I wanted that baby.  How I had dreamed and hoped, waited and prayed for him.  And there he was in my lap.

A miracle.


Here we are, one year later, on my boy’s first birthday.  My husband and I can’t even explain how much joy he has brought to our lives.  I feel so honored to have him as my son.

I think every year I’ll probably look back and reminisce about the first moment with Wyatt.  The moment our son entered the world.  The moment we became a family of three.

And I’ll be amazed, and I’ll thank God for how far we’ve come.


Happy 1st Birthday, My Sweet Wyatt-Boy!  Your Dad and I love you more than we can say, and we’re so proud that you’re ours! We thank God every day for giving you to us! 

Love You Always,

Your Mom and Dad



A year ago today, this was me.  Thirty-seven weeks pregnant, and about to head to the hospital.



I’m finding this kind of mind-blowing right now.

Read Wyatt’s birth story here, in case you missed it last year.

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