Eleven
December 24, 2011
A present for his girl friend. Not girlfriend. Girl (pause) friend.
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Ten
I miss those babies in the picture frame next to Stalker Elf. They were 2 years old, 1 year old, and just a couple months. Those were some crazy days. Now they are all teenagers. The days are still crazy.
Nine
The joyous tradition of gathering around the laptop to pick out things you want for Christmas. I think they were actually watching skateboard videos on youtube, but regardless it captured a moment when no one was saying “Dude, your like breathing on me. Move over.” or just shoving the person next to them off their chair.
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Seven
It only appears that they are harmoniously working together in the photo. In real life there was quite a it of shoving, grabbing, and bickering. I always forget about that and it comes as a surprise every year the amount of arguing they are able to do with each other over nothing.
Six
My 11 yr old son has a collection of Nutcrackers. Every year I buy him a new one to add to the collection.
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Five
I’ll be watching you.
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I’ll be watching you.
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I’ll be watching you…
Love,
Stalker Elf
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Four
The excitement and wonder on little faces. I will miss this when they are all grown.
Three
The multi-tasking teenager.
What would the Christmas season be without studying for final exams. While texting your friends. And eating snacks. And flashing your mother the Hang Loose sign. All while professing your love for boobies with not one but TWO bracelets.
Not pictured, the mother standing behind the photo with a whip in her hand. Because teenagers are not as good at multi-tasking as they think they are.
If you look closely you can see Stalker Elf’s head in the top of the photo where he was hanging upside down from the chandelier. Just making sure the teenager studies! God, why do they have to grow up and stop believing in Santa–I have nothing with which to threaten them.
