Midget Legs!

The bald one has learned to feed herself, which is helpful.

She has also identified herself, which is less helpful, but hilarious.

Most importantly, she's getting company. These two, are eating for three:


The McKenna's east are beyond juiced. Imagine the grandfolks. Capped a pretty perfect weekend. Tiny and KOB hosted the Brooklyn Beavers, in SF. Eags got married, parents made it in, lots of passing the chooch around.

This guy was engineered to change diapers:



Met Etta Shannon, also perfect. Class of 2030, brown bjorner.

Got in Friday, Jane was an angel on the plane. Blew it out over Colorado on the way out, smart. Met up with the nerd herd Friday night, lot of hall passes below.

Wedding was Saturday, in Los Gatos. Posed for some Christmas cards prior.



JB, on greeter duty. Lost several Paynter VIPs on account of that tooth pick in his beard.

Mrs. Anderson, baby whisperer:

More coming attractives:


Best dressed, runner ups.

Best dressed is on the right, flanked by the Kerbloki fanclub.

Thao and Andrew crushed it. Couple of the couple:





The wedding accessory.

Jane behaved impeccably, making her poppa proud. She dined on fine thumb and forefinger, wore an outfit hand picked by your author, made it the distance.



Plans were laid to get her one of these dresses, modeled by Nancy's two girls.

The General, always a scene stealer. So good to see the old crew out, McCarthys also in tow.



Escorts to the dance barn.

Tommy Guerrero, personal highlight.

Chuck Paynter, demonstrating how to wear my suit.

Roommate Reunion.


After party. Things escalated quickly.



And degenerated just as quickly.

Recovery. Foggy.

Milko!


Bookending the weekend, dear Pawel and the Mighty POLVO, at Bimbos.



Hard to leave. The hits just kept coming.

Leave you with this one. Eagle on honeymoon.