Feeling a lot of pressure to deliver pictures here, tonight we'll see the film snaps I took while skipping about like a forest elf moments after delivery. Can't imagine we'll hit paydirt with that load, but will post anything that looks moderately noble. Beav made me shoot everything in B&W, you know, to accentuate the gritty labor room politics.
The baby Jane is is not shy about the feeding. She's gained back her birth weight inside of a week, and is looking to crush some personal bests set by her father in the early 70's. She's also graduated to these fancy cassocks, excellent for cloaking the over-fill.
The routine.
Dairy daze, anticipation building....
Moments after the milk truck splits...
Officially milk drunk:
What you don't see here is phase IV, diaper party. NSFW. Apologies for the hard hitting facts, but this is the only phase I really get to add value during, so pretty exciting for pops.
She and I managed 3/4 of Gladiator last night. Didn't dig the Joaquim, gave Crowe two knuckle sucks and fist pass.
The McKennas hit town Saturday morning, should be hi-jinks. Mom doesn't know it's a secret Catholic christening! Rented out the Polish Party Hall, whole nine.
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