Taking it back to the Old Skool

There is never a boring week when bringing up a toddler but this week has been as run-of-the-mill as you could hope to have.

Daddy has clearly not been flavour of the month. We had a boys day on Sunday as mummy had a Bridal shower to attend and we gardened, ran in many Olympic races, said hello to the neighbour, got her name wrong again and wrestled. It was what men do!

The next couple of nights though daddy couldn’t get a look in. As soon as I was home from work I threw on my wrestling/jumping/salad eating kit and challenged H Boss to a wrestle. He is usually a huge fan and runs into whichever bedroom he chooses and tries (with a mixture of success) to get onto the bed, or should I say “ring.”

This didn’t happen though. I was greeted by a palm off and a ‘no no no daddy’ and then he ran off to cuddle mummy’s leg. The main problem was that Lis had to work on her business and had dealt with this lump all day so quite wanted the breather, but our little terror was having none of it. After much coercing had failed we found rest bite in the form of his high chair and the Audio Book of Peter Pan.

How good are Audio Books! Talk about taking it back to the Old Skool. I remember listening to an Audio Book to help me get to sleep, I can’t believe they are still going, and I am delighted to find that they continue to grow from strength to strength.

The Audio Book is his new obsession and I have to say, as obsession go, it isn’t his worse. He sits in his high chair, happily turning the pages (sometimes even being on the right page) as the book goes along. This is great for a couple of reasons, 1) we know exactly where he is, he isn’t going anywhere 2) we can get on and do other things without him getting in the way of ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING!

On Tuesday he was in his high chair a good 30 mins before dinner, my lord that must have been boring, but I suppose when you are 2 and you still find the patterns on the floor interesting, you can amuse yourself with something.

Wednesday evening was lad’s night this time. I must admit, I approached it with slight trepidation following the previous nights antics and at the start it went as feared. Lis went out, Harrison bawled. I tried all my tricks but got nothing so I just sat down and spoke to him. He came over, sat on my lap and all was good with the world. I honestly wanted that moment to carry on for ever. Nothing was said, I just sat there stroking his back as he killed dragons with his two swords made up of a coat hanger and whisk (he always bloody gets that whisk out!). I can’t really think of a better image to end this on so happy fathering.

A moment of bliss

Another week older and another week wiser. That goes for both me and the King of the house. It is scary how quickly he picks up on things.

He is fairly obsessed by the Disney version of ‘Beauty and the Beast.’ I am pretty sure that last week he watched it 5 afternoons in a row. The first time you watch it, it is brilliant. You are delighted to watch a film that you grew up with. Unfortunately, this particular one doesn’t have that many hidden adult jokes in there, but it was a huge step up from Bananas in Pyjamas. Unfortunately for me (and I am sure Lis has it a lot worse) whenever I hear the name ‘Garcon’ now I break out in a cold sweat and hope that when I turn around there won’t be a singing beefcake on the TV.

What he has worked out, though, is that he gets to watch a bit of TV after he has had a nap. He will tend to ask for TV at about 10am or so if we are just playing in the house or in the back garden. If we go out then he will ask for it as soon as we get back. This request will be met with the same response, ‘you can watch some TV after your sleep.’ When he hears this he immediately goes to his bed and asks to go to sleep. Whether it be 10am or straight after lunch, he wants to go to sleep.

Obviously, when it is really early we manage to get him to do something else and have a play, but after his lunch it is hard to get him to do anything else – he wants to go to sleep to get up and watch TV, so into bed we go. Lis and I then have the fantastic job of getting him to nap.

At night he is great – you sing Rock-A-Bye Baby to him a few times and he settles himself and goes to sleep. This is not the case in the afternoon. After a couple of renditions of Rock-A-Bye, it is quiet time, but you have to be in the room with him the whole time. Any attempt to leave will be met with cries and him sitting up in bed. Bearing in mind it is at his request that he is in bed – if we could drag it out he wouldn’t be in bed just yet as we know he isn’t tired! This will normally take a good 30 mins to get him to sleep – 30 minutes of pure pleasure!

The previous weekend it was Lisa’s birthday. I got her a night in a hotel so we could be child-free for 24 hours. We dropped big boy at nanny and poppa’s and away we went. It was only a local hotel so we didn’t really need to explore the area, and dinner was set for later that evening, so when we got into our room we looked at each other and said ‘what do you want to do?’

Two minutes later I was watching rugby and Lis was reading her book – it was pure bliss. We stayed like this for hours. It was so alien to be able to just lie there, not have to sword fight Peter Pan, or jump on the bed, or clean a nappy, or wipe a nose, or clean up a trail of destruction. The sheer tranquillity in that hotel room was bliss.

The next morning, we didn’t get out of bed until after 9am. It has been at least 2 years since that has last happened! We then had a leisurely brunch before heading back to the real world. When we went to pick up the beast, he was there with his older cousin in the sandpit fighting over who would have the rake – ah, we are back! Happy fathering

The Aftermath

We are back. After being knocked for six a bit last week, the big man is back to his energetic best. This is confirmed by the 6am wake ups that we have had all this week, where he wants to play with his ‘sword’ immediately.

Obviously mummy and daddy are delighted that our little bundle of joy is no longer sick,  however we are not quite as enamoured with the early morning energy.

This week has been mainly about getting back into his routine. We didn’t vary much off it when he was ill, but because he couldn’t do much running around or going outside he was inside watching a fair bit of TV. Lis has had to work hard to now get him back into playing outside, but she has succeeded. She has done so well that he spent 2 hours playing in our front garden, which is pretty small, without any of his other toy, just running around and playing with sticks.

He also went back to kindy this week. Every parent knows that kindy is a germ fest. It is absolutely impossible for you to send your child to one and them not pick up some type of bug. You can put them in a ball and send them to kindy and they will still get something! I have to admit, I was slightly anxious about his return, as his little immune system is probably knackered from fighting his chest virus. Time will tell if we have successfully navigated week 1.

He is a huge fan of kindy when he is there, and we had got to the point where as soon as we walked in he was off with his mates. This week was a regression. I am not sure if it was to do with him having been sick the previous week and spending a lot of time at home or what, but he was very clingy when I went to drop him off. As usual, when his little mate saw him, he came running up to him with the biggest smile and wanted to play but H Boss didn’t want to have a bar of it. I tried to encourage him to go off and play with his friends, but it seems there is a bit more work needed.

This week has also taught me that anything that is new is exciting. Our very much first-world problem of only having one car is now over. Lis has got herself a new car. That means we can now put in Harrison’s car seat that has been sitting around for 3 months. We got it out of the box and it might as well have been a gold plated throne. His eyes lit up, he squealed excitedly and plonked his bottom on the chair. It took dinner time to get him out of it. I bet as soon as the bloody thing goes in the car we will have a much harder time getting him in there!

When the car seat was being fitted, Lord H gave the fitter a monologue of epic proportions. It had everything you could wish for: dragons, monsters, holes, spades, booming (hitting), eating, mummy and daddy and of course the car. Lord only knows what he was on about, but the main thing is that as soon as he was told it was time to go into the car seat the novelty had not yet worn off and he was in there like a shot, with a huge smile on his face. Happy fathering.

Poor Little Fella

After a steady run of fantastic weeks, this week was a blip. We have found out that little H isn’t the best when it comes to feeling under the weather. Yes, I know this sounds harsh – I mean who is great when they don’t feel well? But after listening to a constant whinge for a good 8 hours a day, we can safely say that Harrison doesn’t react too well.
It started on the weekend. Nanny and Poppa were down and they noticed that he had a bit of a cough. We didn’t think too much of it and went about business as usual: park, backyard, kicking balls, wrestling, the norm. On Sunday it still wasn’t too bad but he was still coughing and on Monday it was slightly more noticeable.
Things came to a head on Tuesday. The cough had been there for a few days but not so much during the day. He had a slightly runny nose but nothing that he hasn’t got over quickly before, but as we got closer to bedtime the coughing started to ramp up. It hit a crescendo when in bed. The poor little bugger would cough and cough and cough. We kept checking on him, but he was still asleep. Then Lisa’s nightmare happened: there was a wet sound and he was sick.
Obviously he doesn’t know how to properly clear his airways when he has loads of mucus on his chest, as he is only 2 years old so he just coughs until it comes up. It was only a bit so we cleaned it up and he was so tired that he went straight back to sleep, only to perform the same act about 30 minutes later. A complete change of clothes was required this time and a cuddle and off to sleep again.
In the morning the coughing was as bad as it was at night. Every time he tried to do anything active, it would set off a coughing fit, so off to the doctor we went. After checking him over, we were reassured it was nothing too sinister, just a little virus and hopefully he will be over it soon. That didn’t stop the poor bugger coughing though. Up until now he had been eating as normal, but this lunch was the first time he pretty much refused to eat. This is very unusual as he is one of the worlds’ best eaters I would suggest.
I think this was around the time that he started to feel the effects. There was a lot of whinging going on and a lot of ‘mummy/daddy pick me up.’ When he was picked up he would just whinge and cry when you tried to do anything and when you put him down he would just cry again.
His language is so good but he was just crying and whinging and not telling us what was wrong. There is nothing harder than seeing your child in distress and not being able to do anything about it. I think that it may have just been frustration that he didn’t know what was going on nor could he stop it, but he wasn’t a happy bunny.
After a complete refusal of dinner, it was bed time. I went out to meet a friend and when I came back about 10pm he was still awake, lying down with Mummy, his little body not letting him sleep but he seemed in good spirits despite this. Eventually I slept in his room (or tried to with the noises coming out of him) and he got about 6 odd hours kip (we got about 3).
On Thursday, the morning coughing hit a crescendo and breakfast was refused. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and we had been told by the doctor to keep him as calm as possible and inside in the warm. Well keeping calm is not in ol’ Harrison’s vocab, so we had to resort to a day of TV and we don’t care. He was operating on fumes when I put him down for his afternoon nap but he only got an hour and a half of broken, coughing sleep. When he woke up though a crumpet was ordered from the kitchen which was a very positive sign, and dinner was half eaten.
The coughing has almost abated now, we are on the home stretch we hope and the whinging is now only occurring when you stop him listening to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles song, so back to how it was before. Hopefully we won’t have to deal with this again for a while. Happy fathering.

A new bestie

What a superb weekend we had last weekend. We went on our little family adventure to visit friends in Canberra, and it was great. Harrison was in superb form and it was interesting for Lis and I to learn and to take him out of his little comfort zone.

The first challenge was getting there. It is about a 3 hour trip to Canberra, which is about double the longest time he has spent in a car (although not the longest time he’s spent travelling – that was the thoroughly enjoyable plane journey to and from the UK last year). We timed it so that he would have a bit of sleep in the car, so the first part of the journey was fine. As soon as we were on the motorway he nodded off and had a good hours’ sleep.

As soon as we stopped in Goulbourn and got out of the car, the icy wind knocked us for six. The Big Man had never been in conditions so cold and initially he didn’t want to put his jacket on. As soon as he got outside and a slight whinge happened, it didn’t take a lot to convince him to put on his beanie and jacket.

Our friends have a 3 year-old daughter and a little dog as well. As soon as we got there the dog jumped up and licked Harrison all over. At first he liked it, but very soon he didn’t and he was scared of the dog for the rest of the weekend. This was tough as the dog was the nicest, most excitable and licky dog I have seen in a while, but it was banished to go sit in it’s bed most of the time we were there.

Harrison and Lil played so well together. There was the initial fight to show who was dominant, with both not giving an inch or sharing toys, but that was quickly ironed out. Obviously at bath time it was a joint effort, and photos were taken to be brought out at their 18^th or 21^st birthdays, but that is what parents are supposed to do. Next up was the big test: bed time.

Harrison was sleeping on a mattress on the floor in the same room as us. I put him down at the same time as Lil went down as well and went downstairs. It had been about 10 mins and we heard some scuttling upstairs, so up we went. There they were on the landing, thick as thieves. Lil asked if Harrison could sleep in her bed. It took me 18 years to get an offer like that from a girl, and my son has done it in 2! So into her bed they both went, and downstairs we went.

Again 10 mins later more scuttling. Up I went and caught Harrison red-handed as he was new to this game, but Lil had jumped into her bed. It was decided that now they would sleep in the double bed as there wasn’t enough room for them in the little toddler bed. Back to dinner we go. The final act of fighting off sleep was the two little ones whispering seriously to each other. What they could have been talking about who knows, but they clearly didn’t quite understand whispering yet, as they were whispering almost at the same volume as talking. Up we went, and this time Harrison requested to go to bed. It was 9.30pm – the latest he has ever been awake – and he conked out.

The rest of the weekend they were both thick as thieves, playing together, reading books together, holding hands and cuddling. It was so cute – it looks like he has a new bestie. How can we compete this week? Happy fathering.

 

An early version of why

We have discovered the 2 year-old version of ‘why?’. It is ‘what’s that?’. Every book we read, every time the TV is on, every time we walk down the street, we have to stop and answer the question.

Initially, I loved it. It showed that H Boss was interested in knowing what he was looking at and what he was reading. Now we are well and truly over it. As you are all aware, we read the same books over and over and over again. Throw into the mix being asked ‘what’s that?’ at the same point in the same book for the 3^rd or 4^th time that day. Yep, that is exactly how we feel.

The latest obsession (as it seems to change on a weekly basis) is Finding Nemo. We went to Nanny and Poppa’s place for the long weekend last week. There Harrison got a Finding Nemo book from Grandma. This came complete with little figurines which I am pretty sure we have lost at least once already (I am surprised it took as long as it did). Unsurprisingly, Harrison now knows all the names of the characters and needs ‘Dory’ to help him have dinner and sing to him to go to sleep. He hasn’t seen the film yet, but we plan on showing it to him soon.

He had a great time at Nanny and Poppa’s. His older cousin Patrick was around everyday so Lord H had someone to tear around the house with. I don’t think that they sat still for one second if they weren’t eating. We took them to a park that was near the beach, it was a bit nippy so no chance of a dip or any time actually on the beach, but it was so cute to see Harrison follow Patrick around and play with the things that he played with.

This also meant that Lis and I got a little bit of a break. Rather than being ‘on’ all the time, it was just most of the time. Reading duties were often delegated to a more than happy Nanny; pooey nappies were sometimes delegated to a slightly less-enthused Nanny, and dinner time was not just us two having to deal with it – there was a team of us.

Dinner is still, at times, the unmitigated disaster that it was a few weeks ago. A good effort is still when he finishes within 35 minutes, which very rarely happens. We still have some work to do here, but at least he eats pretty much anything put in front of him, albeit at a snail’s pace.

Also this week we had our first meeting with his primary care-giver at daycare. They are more than happy with his progress, as are we. Those early days when he would cling onto our leg when we were going are long gone. Now, I have to work hard to get a kiss and cuddle goodbye, as it would distract him from his playing. The objectives that we set at the start of the term have been met and honestly we are at a loss as to what we can set next. He’s already ahead and we don’t want to push him.

His one downfall is actually bloody clever. He doesn’t like getting dirty. When there is food or mud on his hands he wants it off immediately – he loves playing in the mud, but he doesn’t like being actually dirty. We have tried for a while to get him to drink out of a cup but he isn’t interested. At daycare they think that a reason for this is because he hasn’t mastered it yet and gets it down himself. He doesn’t want to do it until he can do it without spillage. If that is right then this kid will be at uni by the age of 8! I am excited. Happy fathering.

I hope I don’t jinx it

I know this will come back to haunt me, but it appears we have turned a corner. After last week’s raving success, this week has continued in the same vein.

Last weekend there were some major storms in Sydney, basically washing out any chance of doing anything outside of the house. The last place we wanted to go was to an indoor play centre. I am pretty sure that would have been most parent’s idea of hell, so we took the executive decision to not do that.

Unfortunately, that meant that the beast was kept inside for most of the weekend. Now, imagine one of the most excitable and energetic 2 year-olds you have ever seen, multiply that by at least six, and you have Harrison. All he wants to do is run around, go outside, splash in puddles and do anything that involves running.

We did manage to get to swimming lessons on Saturday morning though. Some people might think that means just going into the front garden and doing it in the swimming pool that was our front yard, but no. I braved the conditions, bunged a coat and wellies on him and off we went. The walk to and from swimming was very much enjoyed by Big H. He went into pretty much every puddle that had formed between the car and the pool. It took ages, but eventually we made the sanctuary of the pool/car.

The fun was not over when we got home. After being released from his car seat, the short walk across the front lawn was one that couldn’t have occurred without the resumption of the puddle jumping. Ten minutes later and Daddy was cold and wet, so he decided to be the party pooper and inside we went. Only the bribery of a cupcake could bring him inside – again, he has learnt from his Dad.

The rains got heavier, so that was it for outside fun, but it was all good. Harrison decided to ruin a couple more books for Lis and I by making us read them 23,985 times over the next couple of days, but he also watched Madagascar for the first time. This makes me extremely happy as I bloody love the Madagascar films. I know there are some parents out there that frown upon kids watching TV, and each to their own, but this was a god-send. We have had to curb the How to Train Your Dragon watching, as this has led to an increase in his interest of his little toy knife and he now wants to cut anything and anyone with it.

The other excitement for the week was Nanny coming down to stay a night. She came down on Tuesday to spend some time with H and Lis. Harrison was very excited to see her, and he knows already exactly how to play her. He claims he doesn’t want any food, knowing full well that Nanny will feed him, rather than making him eat it on his own like his parents do. He will get even more Nanny time as we are headed up there this weekend for the public holiday so here comes spoil street. Happy fathering.

 

A Tip Top Week

What a great week this has been! There has been a sleep in, wrestling, laughing, a new book and a first girlfriend!
I will start off by saying I think Lis and I are owed this. I know we have been lucky with his sleeping, and that some poor parents don’t get a full night of sleep until their kids are 6 or 7 but still – waking up every day between 5.30-6.30 and being ‘on’ takes its toll. Bear in mind that we would have also got up to deal with a moan or random cry out at least twice during the night as well.
This week we have had 2 wake ups which have been after 7am. That is the holy grail. One of those, unbelievably, was when we had the bin men come down the street. They aren’t quiet and would wake up most people but, fortunately for us, they didn’t wake up our little sleeping angel. I can’t even begin to tell you how delighted you are when you open your eyes and there is a number 7 at the start of the time as opposed to a 5 – it doesn’t matter how late you may be for work!
There has been a little cold that has swept through the camp, though. Big H got it Monday/Tuesday then Lis got it for the following couple of days and I got a sore throat towards the back end of the week. As soon as he picks up anything there is this impending feeling of doom that no matter what, you will at some point be enjoying the same cold that you are currently cleaning up.
I know the story that you most want to hear. That is the story of our little Casanova’s first girlfriend. It is honestly the cutest little thing I have ever seen. I took him to daycare on Wednesday. As soon as he walked in, a little girl came up to him and said ‘Hi Harrison’. She then stroked his back as he walked along with me. I was a proud dad – that’s it my son, make them chase you. As we went in to make his cot up, he was instructed to ‘hold my hand’ by the little girl, which he obediently did. Good thinking my boy, pick your battles.
As I was putting the sheets on his cot, he sat in the chair next to his cot as always whilst his little girlfriend ran around the room touching all the cots. I announced it was time to leave the room and the hand holding commenced again until we made it to our next job, which was to put his nappies in his drawer. At this point his Mrs got a bit bored and went off to play. I put the rest of his stuff away and gave him a goodbye kiss and cuddle and started to leave. No sooner had I moved off than she was back at his side, playing with the dinosaurs. I had better start looking for a new hat.
Dinosaurs are currently the flavour of the month. Lis got him a new Dinosaur book with lots of little stories in them. This is great as it means he no longer wants to read the Lion King book eight times a day, but now he wants to read this new one eight times a day! It doesn’t take long for him ruin a good book for the reader with the repetition. I don’t understand how he doesn’t get bored of them, but apparently they are great the 145th time around. Happy fathering.

Happy Birthday

Two years old, our little bundle of joy is two years old. I honestly have no idea how that has happened?! One minute we were holding him in the hospital, all pink, small and new, next he is blowing out his candles on his 2^nd birthday cake, with a liberal dose of saliva coating it.

After having his first birthday at ours last year, we decided to head up to Nanny and Poppa’s this year and have his little party up there. That meant we didn’t have to worry about the clean-up, didn’t have to arrange a million different things and basically could do as little as possible with the maximum results – clever planning.

This time it was just a family affair. He knew it was his birthday coming up – he was telling us all, when asked, that he was going to be 2. Somehow we had managed to hide the presents that had steadily been building up, around the house and away from his prying hands and eyes. That was a stressful enough mission in itself, so thank god we didn’t have a party to deal with as well. That will come, probably next year as he starts to get his little friends and they all have parties and the like. Oh the joys to look forward to.

Anyway. After a wake up at the very reasonable hour of 6.30am, it was present time. It took him a little while to work out about ripping open the paper, but when he did we had a little win. We were no longer more interested in the paper that had just come off, but what was inside! Yes, at least we weren’t completely wasting our money. The presents were coming at him from all angles. As usual, he was cleaning up. Thomas the Tank engine toys/clothes, scooters, trucks, books (that we are soooooo bored of already), steering wheels, everything that little Harrison loves, he got.

After tearing around with his older cousin for a while, and stopping every time he heard the word ‘cake’ it was actually time for cake. Lis made a chocolate cake with a Thomas picture covering it. After candles were blown out it was eating time. I say eating. Most of it, I would suggest, missed the mouth, but enough got in there to give him the sugar high of all sugar highs.

I have never seen a kid bolt around a house as much as Harrison did for the next 30 minutes. Anyone that wanted a cuddle or some attention had more chance of pigs flying – he was not stopping for anyone. If he did have to stop and change direction, the arms were flailing about in all directions and the legs just had to catch up.

We let this blow over until he had calmed down, before making our way home and he crashed in the car. There is no way that sleeping position was comfortable but we didn’t care – he was sleeping and that is what we needed to happen.

We gave him a bit of a treat of more television than he usually gets to watch as it was his birthday, and the rest of the day went by fairly uneventfully. That was until it was bath time.

I got him in the bath, washed him and began playing about with the buckets and stuff in there when I noticed it. I had to double-take as he had never done it before, but my son had chosen his 2^nd birthday to do his first poo in the bath. Lis and I went into mission control mode, clean up ASAP. We got him out, took the bath mat out to the laundry, drained the bath to then see the little bugger weeing on the floor, smiling! A great finish, well played son.

Onto the next year of me learning about him, him learning about the world, and us spending a tonne of money as he grows out all of this clothes. Happy fathering.

Man vs Toddler

This has been one tough week. There is no sugar-coating it – our little bundle of joy has been a bit of a turd.

I am sure this is just another one of his phases that he goes through, but that doesn’t make it any easier on me and Lis.

Everything is a fight. We ask him to get dressed – ‘No.’ We ask him to come inside – ‘No.’ We ask him to sit at the table to eat his dinner – ‘No.’ We do anything – ‘No.’ Now, some of the things I get. Obviously, if he is having a good time playing outside he isn’t going to want to come inside, but after asking him 3 or 4 times to come in, him looking straight at you and then ignoring you, your patience wears thin.

He knows what he wants and nothing else will do unless he gets what he wants. If anything goes against what Harrison decides that he wants to do, whether that be climb on Daddy, or take everything out of the drawer in the kitchen and turn the living room floor into an obstacle course, we have a tantrum.

There are two types of tantrum. The first is the stand-there-and-scream-the-house-down tantrum. This is the most common of tantrums and one that I am sure all parents are familiar with. This tends to lead to him then sitting on the floor and somehow getting his forehead to touch the ground, a truly impressive feat.

The second type of tantrum is my personal favourite. No matter where in the house he is, he will run to one of the sofas and fling himself at it. He then has his feet on the floor whilst his head and thrown up arms are on the sofa, it is good fun to watch.

What isn’t good fun, though, is the constant ignoring. It is literally every single time we ask him to do anything or move anywhere. Eating dinner is a new source of severe frustration. He starts eating, then all of a sudden toys that he hasn’t been interested in in months become ‘must haves’ and he goes off and plays with them. A ‘quick’ dinner is 40 minutes of bartering, pleading and threatening. It gets very old very quickly when this is a nightly occurrence.

We are trying a mixture of tactics to get through this stage. As of yet, nothing has conclusively worked, but we will strive for the solution!

But I am happy to report that the bed is up! H Boss is now sleeping in his own little toddler bed. We are lucky enough that, as yet, he hasn’t got out of bed and walked into our room at all hours. Somehow, he has managed to fall out of it once, which is a very impressive feat considering there is a barrier to stop that happening, but our little genius found his way around that, however no harm was done.

He loves his bed though. He’s always asking to go and ‘play on my bed’ or ‘see my bed’. It is very cute. It does, however, bring home that he is no longer a baby. He really is turning into a little boy, which is great because soon he will be able to work and earn his own money (I kid)! Happy fathering.