Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my fourth and most recent nephew, Chase Andrew. All seven pounds, one ounce of Chase got permanently stuck with my weird and goofy family at about 7 AM on December 17th.
His big brother Chad is currently in a state of quantum flux, not entirely sure of whether to be jealous or overprotective. It's actually kind of funny to watch.
And with that, I'm going to sneak off and go on Christmas vacation, so I can go bug my other two nephews. To top off my devious nastiness, I'm going to leave everybody hanging about that article that I threatened you with.
Tune in next week for more total inanity! Woot.