Ladies and Gentlemen (minus Chip B.), my apologies for not getting this press release out sooner, but Miss Estoria Maeve Chase (8 lbs. 1 oz., 19 1/2 inches, benches 250 and down to a 5 minute mile) has been a bit of a nag about the publishing rights, royalties, music video contracts, record deals, yadda yadda....(you didn't know? She is going to totally piss her Momma off and lead a rock band called Maeve and the Madness...practice in the garage, will ya sweetheart?) Esty's already been forced to listen to such greats as Ween, Tricky, JJ Cale, Thievery Corporation, Blackalicious, Queen, and many, many others.
But with much coaxing and plenty of intoxicating (look up Maeve, in some places...) breast milk, we got her quite sloppy John Hancock on ten (10) of the fifteen (15) documents that we needed her to sign before she just had to pretend to be hungry again but really just needed a nap. So here it comes; a complete onslaught of photography. Done by yours falsely, mostly:
First clean baby pic: led to her nickname of Troll. This is only one hour after birth, as well as the next two pics.
"Alright, where the hell is my mother?"
Our alien philosopher contemplates what's so cool about life on earth...
The first outing, one week young, Athey and Maggie's helluva good time wedding.
This is her typical thing, reaching out and wondering where the boob is...
Almost two weeks old...Troll is back again!
She is starting to crack these cute little smiles...only when the camera is far off. So cute, and usually after a good feeding. Sheena may be getting lonely this weekend as Pops has to work the Hypno Vessel. So, if you read this before Sunday, swing by the ol' homestead and give Sheena a much deserved break/visit. We live in the little gray house at the end of Freeland. Stop on by!