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a person in 32 photos in 2004

dad

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mom18
me8
!xmas7
!8 radcliff drive6
!thanksgiving6
brett5
!family5
!best4
meredith4
uncle wayne4
aunt elaine3
chad3
grandma3
grandpa3
amy b2
!camera2
!dance2
dave l2
!gift2
!golf2

dad — On Monday morning it snowed! Here's my dad shoveling the deck before taking Meredith and I to the train station. Merry Christmas!

dad — Here's the Xmas Dinner pic. Jordan, Jeanine, Pappi, My mom, Dave and Pat Litte and Mer and me.

dad — My dad cleverly improvised a tripod out of two collapsable TV-food trays.

dad — ...while my dad carved and Mr. Little worked on carving the bird and the ham, respectively.

dad — After we were done opening presents, we had a contest to see who could turn the Christmas tree on from the greatest distance (the tree's hooked up to a clapper, remember?). Here's me celebrating my win all the way from across the room. My dad said my ability to clap the loudest probalby had something to do with my "callused palms." Whatever that means. hahaha.

dad — ...all sorts of mulling spices to make ciders and wines!

dad — She hate it!

dad — Meredith got my parents some fancy French wines.

dad — Look at my parents getting all serious with their scratchers. Hahaha.

dad — And then it was time for the "Holiday Portraits" in front of the fireplace. Here's my mom and dad (how cute are they in their matching red shirts?)...

dad — My parents recently bought a new house down in Florida that's right on a golf course and since then my dad's pulling out all the stops trying to get my mom more involved in golf.

dad — ...uh-oh! Look who got their very own monogrammed stocking over the chimney this year!

dad — Then it was time to open presents!

dad — On Friday morning, my dad and I hit the town to do some last minute Christmas shopping.

dad — On Thursday, Meredith and I took the train out to NJ to my parents. Then we hopped in their car and headed down to south Jersey to visit the Birds (they're my Great Uncle and Aunt). Here's me with my dad.

dad — I got up to help him out and was told that he didn't need any help "figuring out his own camera, Goddamnit!" So I took some photos of everyone waiting. Hahah.

dad — Before anyone can eat, it's a family tradition that my dad needs to take a group photo of the table. There's nothing better than watching him try to figure out the auto-timer on his camera. Every year, he'll think he's activated it and he'll start running around through the kitchen so he can make it back to his seat before a pic's taken - but there are always like three false alarms and he gets progressively angrier as he has to go back and try to get it to work (which makes us all laugh more, which in turn makes him even angrier).

dad — Look how serious my dad takes his carving responsibilities.

dad — Turkey time!

dad — Here are the fruits of his labor though. Well worth the wait!

dad — Back at the house, family members had begun arriving. My Dad and Uncle Way getting their TV on.

dad — Big Bri and Steph.

dad — On Monday (the day after my birthday) I went down to meet up with my parents and their little shorehouse near Long Beach Island in southern NJ. Here's my mom, brother, dad and Uncle Bruce chilling on the beach at LBI.

dad — After the ties were fixed, it was time for family photos out on the back deck. Here's Brett, Pappi, mom and me.

dad — Easy there, Dad. I don't want you getting up to any Risky Business. Ha!

dad — They can swing dance? Who knew?

dad — My parents at the reception anxiously awaiting the entrance of...

dad — Papi dishing out some loving.

dad — And who's this handsome disco couple? (Seriously, you haven't lived until you've seen my dad do his disco hand shuffle on the dance floor. It's what happiness is made of).

dad — I'm not sayin', I'm just saying.

dad — For Mother's Day I hopped the Linden EnJay Transit train to meet up with my parents at G-ma and G-pa's house. Happy Mother's Day! (PS - Sarah was so right on the money when she pointed out that my dad looks like Peter Griffin from the Family guy).

dad — Check out my blinging imitation Oakley Blades. You're wet, aren't you? (PS - Sarah pointed out that my dad looks like the dad from the Family Guy and I haven't been able to look at him without smiling since).

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