Ah, Christmas cards. Who doesn't love a sneak peak at other people's families? I must say, in looking back through my mom's album of past Christmas cards, my brother and I were adorably photogenic. And Highball, our English Springer Spaniel, had to be a part of the scene more often than not. Now if we aren't the most American-looking family, I just don't know who is.
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My brother's busy plucking out the dog's hair, and I'm just perfecting my "good girl" act for Santa Clause. At least the dog knows what's up. |
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It seems I ate the special brownies that night. Perhaps my brother did too, because he looks utterly confused. |
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I look like I'm up to no good. My brother looks like he's unaware of the camera. |
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Velvet and lace? What was my mother thinking? At least she knew I deserved a photo sans the little brother. |
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Before the "ladies always cross their legs" lesson was bestowed upon me, apparently. Apparently we're part of the Von Trapp family. |
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Is my brother wearing clam diggers and knee socks? But seriously, what's going on there? |
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Singing merrily at our grandmother's house. My mother looks like she's ready to kill us. |
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The "I don't understand why you're still taking pictures after twenty minutes" smile. I better have a plate of mac 'n cheese waiting for me when we're done. |
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Ah, yes. Those awkward years where I had a boy's haircut and my brother had gigantic Harry Potter glasses. |
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I was too cute for words. Sadly, my brother was born the following February and thus stole my limelight forever. |
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