Now that my dad is retired and my mom is still working, she said it's only fair that HE should start cooking dinner a few times a week. She's been saying this for years and I think it's yet to happen. So for Christmas she got him a few of Rachael Ray's books to help him along.
...my mom and dad. My mom kept hiding her face because it was really early in the morning and she didn't have any make up on and she told me that she "didn't want the Internets to see her this way." Hahaha.
He ran all the way to his seat, but then we all sat there for like 10 seconds with frozen smiles on our faces before realizing that the shutter wasn't going to fire. Here's Dad trying working on attempt #2.
The next day was Thanksgiving! My grandparents and my cousins, the Carricks, came up for family dinner at my parent's house. Here's my trying to set the auto-timer on his camera to take a photo of all of us at the dinner table. Every year he sets the timer, presses the shutter, then races all the way around the table and tries to make it to his seat and smile before the picture is taken. He almost NEVER makes it. (Check out Cousin Chad in the background laughing in anticipation of the race). Ok, ready dad?
On Thursday night my parents came in to town and I took them out to dinner. I look like my mother almost as much as my dad looks like Peter Griffin (The Family Guy). Hahah.
On Tuesday I met up with my brother, who was temporarily living in NYC for a few months while on a consulting gig, and our parents to go see The Producers on Broadway. It was AWESOME! (Thanks, Mom & Dad!).
On Tuesday night I took the train out to NJ to hang out with my parents and spend some time with my Aunt Barb (my mom's sister) and my Uncle Tom (my dad's college roommate!) who were in town visiting from New Mexico. On Wednesday we piled into the car and took a trip to...
On Sunday I took the train down to south Jersey to hang out with my family down at my parent's little shore house in Mannasqaun. Here's my brother and his lady Amy and my parents about to get their lunch on.
Something was wrong the can opener and my dad ended up having an epic battle against this can of cranberry sauce. Check my brother pointing at the mangled-ass shape the can was in when Pappi finally managed to get it open.
On Sunday Meredith and I took the train out to my Aunt and Uncle's house in Jersey to celebrate Easter with my fam. Here's Gram and my dad getting the bird ready. (Sure, I know what you're thinking...it's a steep transition to go from my balls next to some poor drunk girl's face right to Grandma carving up some delicious turkey to celebrate the resurrection of Christ, but that's just how I roll.)
Because January was so cold I'd been wearing a rabbit-fur hat that had been giving to me by Jessica D. to help brave the Syracuse winters way back in '96. For whatever reason, I took pics of lots of people trying it on and making faces. More on that later.
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