Genetics

I have vivid memories of watching LDS General Conference while growing up. Most of those memories involve eating cinnamon rolls, seeing men in suits on the screen (and each of them talking for what felt like several hours at least), and having my dad tickle my back. When I was young, we had to go to the church and watch the conference broadcast there. So I would stretch out on the bench, lay in my dad's lap and relax while he tirelessly tickled my back.

I can say with a surety that Cyrena's memories are going to be the same as mine. The girl inherited my love and addiction for having her back tickled by her dad. Luckily I married a man who can meet the demands of both wife and daughter.

I couldn't pass up the opportunity to catch this ritual in action so Cyrena's memories can be just as vivid as mine are. I idolized (and still do) my dad. He was always there to calm my fears, let me dance on his feet, tickle my back, rub my legs when they were growing, and tell me amazing bedtime stories. Cyrena is lucky to have a dad to idolize too.

Here she is telling David to look at the camera and keep his eyes open when I take the picture (he has problems with that). Oh she makes me laugh!

Always laughing together

Now she's trying to turn his head.....

See how she looks at him so adoringly? It's enough to make any dad spend hours tickling his daughter's back. I can't wait to see if Natalie is predisposed to back tickling as well.

And by the way we really did listen to the prophet.
We just had to take a little break for memories.....
.....and some tasty cinnamon rolls.
I think he would approve.