mis niñas son totalmente impresionante

A-man very pleased with the UEFA result, though mighty condolences to the Metzelder / Tiny B contingent. Love the Centerbacks. Spanish too dreamy for those logical Germans. Like watching circus of the stars out there, with stapleguns. The new TV makes for a legendary viewing experience, and we will only watch broadcasts that involve Scottish announcers. They say things like "decent purchase" and "not the innovation he plotted for". Anyways. Back to baseball.

Busy, busy week at the McKenna ranch and organ sweatshop. Grandparents McKenna finally met the little lady. Pretty spectacular. Lots of firsts logged.

Managed a preview at Marlow. Baby well behaved, though we did pull an AARP, I think dad ordered off the lunch menu.

Conditioned to resist the Paparazzo. Love the lid. And check those massive mitts, piano ready.


A thousand thanks to the Beavers for the air cover weeks 1-2.

Zonked in the torture chair...this leg thing is pretty wicked.

Gads, first bath. Amazing what a little Palmolive can do when effectively dished out.

Seconds before the accident. Stink eye, literally.

First turn in the sling. This ended comically.

Big viewing on Sunday. Baby Jane waited exactly until the last guest left to pull the pants off / rants up. Uncle Buster and Auntie Bishop controlling tempo:


And finally, the McKennas! Mom looks like a hand grenade wen off two inches from her left ear, which is mildly accurate.


The folks are off to the Beaverkill this week, back Friday for the weekend. Many projects on the docket. Good luck with the trouts pops!