Twenty One
December 24, 2011
Falling asleep watching the classic Christmas cartoons on tv.
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Twenty
Part of the tower of boxes. I wait to wrap until the last minute. Apparently I like the thrill of not knowing whether or not I will be done before Christmas morning.
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Nineteen
I chaperoned a middle school choir trip to sing at the State Capital.
I was pleasantly surprised at how well behaved all the students were. And even more pleasantly surprised at how much better they sounded inside the capital than the school cafeteria.
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Eighteen
He adores her.
She tolerates him.
Typical older sibling/younger sibling relationship.
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Seventeen
The mess they make.
So few cookies. So big a mess.
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Fifteen
People ask all the time if the kids all buy each other presents. Years and years ago when they were all very young we started the tradition of shopping at the Dollar store. If I had let them all buy each other whatever they wanted at the toy store, there would be no more money left for Christmas. As they have gotten older it has forced them to become more and more creative. The older kids had me laughing at the store with the choices he was making.
Miles is the only one who still shops thinking about what he wants for himself. He kept saying, I hope they share with me!
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Fourteen
Remember that toy my daughter wanted? The only toy she wanted? Turns out everyone else wanted it also. It was sold out everywhere.
Even Mir, the queen of shopping on the Internet, could not find one for me.
I was finally “forced” to buy one from a third party seller and was price gouged for the dumb thing.
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Twelve
They had been sitting there on the floor, each of them playing with the toys separately, completely embracing their gender stereotypes. She is playing school with the little Playschool people. He is playing with Star Wars action figures that just seem to make shooting and dying noises.
Suddenly he turns to her and says, “Hey, let’s play together! My guys can come fly in and shoot all your people!”
The look on her face says what the hell is wrong with you. It speaks volumes about male-female relationships every where.
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