BOY TRAPPED

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Friday, November 25, 2011

How a Fife Says Thanks

I've blogged before about the reasons why I love being a Casdorph.  But the best thing about getting married is that you get to be a part of an entirely new family, often one different from yours.  In my case, very different.   So it is with a bit of a disclaimer that I post the pictures of why it is so great to be a Fife.  I say now, scroll down at your own risk.

First, though, I'll post a few nice pictures of the family together for Thanksgiving.  Mom Fife made a wonderful meal, and Mark and Rachel's deviled eggs were a bit tangier than usual - just the way I like them. I ate too much jello (thanks Marie) and way too many rolls (par for the course).  While the big boys watched football and the little boys played in the yard, I enjoyed casual conversation and kept my nose in a book.  All in all, it was a perfect holiday.



Aunt Marie and Aunt Heather spoiled Dylan, cuddling him whenever possible, and Aunt "Ri" sang through "The Itsy Bitsy Spider" several times.  I'm grateful to have sisters-in-law whose children are far past the cuddly-needy stage D is in and who enjoy picking up some of my slack.



But the defining moment of the day was catching Heather red-handed with my camera, and then scrolling through to see this:



Thankfully, these are not what they look like.  Touch your shoulder and look at the crease of your elbow.  Go ahead... do it...

Yeah, she convinced her husband, my mother-in-law, and Aunt "Ri" to model their elbow butts for my camera.

Nice.

And that is how a Fife says thanks.

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