After you have kids, the holiday cards take on new meaning. You pose your kid under the Christmas tree in prim little dresses and suits. You enclose happy little notes about their progress in school and trophies from football. It’s one of the rites of passage for middle-class parents along with the carseat and the sippy cups.

Before I had kids, I always thought I would be too cool to engage in such cliches, but here I am printing out labels for our happy little kid cards and inserting our happy little notes. And it was fun looking for the best picture of the year (the boys were wearing grubby t-shirts and sitting on a rock in the woods). It was fun thinking through the highlights of the year and laughing at our missteps.

I also love the other kid cards that we’ve received from our family and friends. Everybody’s grown and smiling. The cards are hanging from a string on the bookcases in the dining room.

Here’s our effort:

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