Emily recently graduated from Pre-K.
Here she is with her parents and grandparents:
And with her teachers:
When I graduated from obedience school, I just got a piece of paper.
Hmph.
Emily is taking piano lessons. Here she is playing “Mary Had a Little Lamb”:
I’m more of a singer myself.
Emily participated in her school’s extracurricular showcase today, because she’s in the dance class.
Here she is all dressed up:
And here she is at the event itself:
I can do that.
When I last saw Emily, she was four years old. She was still four when the following picture was taken in Florida. Or so I’ve been told.
For Emily’s fifth birthday, she visited a world where the only allowed dogs stand on two feet. Or so I’ve been told.
Yes, she did ride Space Mountain:
She neither cried nor screamed, but when it was over, she declared that she didn’t like it.
Her parents believe that threatening a return visit to Space Mountain should keep her well-behaved through age 15.
The second attempt in this video was actually the first, but time and space were bent to allow the less-giggly one to take precedence:
Emily is visiting Grandma in Florida:
On a snowy morning four years ago today, this li’l thing came into our lives:
Thankfully, she was li’l-er then:
Happy birthday, Emily!
(And, yes, that is an Independence Day shirt re-purposed to mark this occasion.)
Emily and our parents went to Chicago this past weekend to see The Book of Mormon Pinkalicious.
The trip included her first train ride:
There was a tall building ... :
... pizza at Gino’s East ... :
... breakfast at Yolk ... :
... an urban playground (several times) ... :
... and of course the main attraction:
(Assessments of the musical varied by age. To get some idea on a scale of one to 10, start with 150 and divide that by the square of the attendee’s age.)
A movie star was sighted at Rock Bottom, where certain Pinkalicious patrons tried to wash away all memories of the play:
Look! A giant Woody!
The trip home:
For what it’s worth, we think Emily’s favorite parts of the trip were the cab rides from and to Union Station. Because there were no seat belts.
There were some. Here are some pictures:
Notice me in the above photo. I’m like Waldo.
Emily trick-or-treated as Belle this year:
She got lots of candy.
I got a rock.
Just in time for Halloween is the return of the Emily monster:
Pickin’ pumpkins:
In her costume:
Returned to normal:
Some people appear to live under the delusion that Emily and I lead exciting lives, and that monthly (or even weekly!) Grinky.com! updates are therefore merited.
Allow me to set the record straight. This is my life:
I have been assured that the days of my baby sister are similarly filled with tedium.
So please stop complaining about the dearth of new Grinky.com! content.
I promise you: If something interesting happens to either of us, I’ll let you know.
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