For her second birthday, Emily got cards and presents, including her own little baby Stella:
She went to the Family Museum:
A few days later, Emily had a birthday cake:
She was a tad apprehensive:
She ate it anyway:
Emily even makes sure that Stella has story time:
Grandma took this picture of a picture being taken. Luckily, the other camera is mostly blocking out ugly Daddy:
Emily's last full day in Florida:
GRRRRR! My Mommy and Daddy left me in the cold, but they took Emily to Florida again this year.
They're still there, but they sent me some pictures to make me jealous and mad:
(Photo above by Grandma.)
At least it was foggy one day:
The famous Mr. Bones beer coffin:
Apparently, Emily thinks it's spring break:
... and this is what you get:
No one read to me or played piano with me:
Hmph!
It was recently Christmas. Emily wore a hat:
She also left cookies for Santa:
Grandma gave her Daddy's old rocking chair:
(Grandma's kinda cheap that way! She didn't even bring me a present!)
Grandma also read Emily many, many stories:
And there was snuggling:
We wish everybody a fantastic Christmas:
Emily is finally old enough to participate in the family holiday tradition of fondling a rubber chicken in its bikini area:
She has, quite suddenly, mastered her name puzzle:
My parents and Emily went to Kentucky for the holiday — I think they were visiting an old Scientologist colony — and they had Thanksgiving dinner at a Tex-Mex place:
It makes no sense to me, either. They sent me off to the detention farm. Otherwise, I might have a better report.
You've probably seen my modeling work on the cover of the new album by Weezer:
Between you and me, I don't think they've done anything good since Maladroit, but when they offer you the big treat payday, whatcha gonna do?
In case you're skeptical:
By the way, I don't do "the leap" without serious compensation. Bitch gotta get paid.
Like most young uns, my sister has perfected the flopping fit:
We went pumpkin shopping yesterday:
It was considerably less expensive than car shopping.
We disposed of the big white monster and replaced it with a smaller monster of indeterminate blue, gray, or blue-gray color:
Daddy tried to include me in the trade-in. Hmph!
Little girl, that car's going to be yours in a short 14 years and a few months!
Last month, grandmas and grandpa all visited.
Emily went to a Riverfront Pops concert:
And then Grammerly and Gramperly came:
They dressed me up at day care:
I think Emily is preparing to spit out her milk the way lady beetles spit out that stinky stuff when you squish them or eat them:
I think you can figure out which is which:
Momma bought Emily a tent castle. Here she is looking out the "window":
Sometimes I like to be in the castle. Emily kicks me out.
My uncles Doug and Bruce visited this past weekend. My cousin Liza, too:
Uncle Doug read Emily a story:
I am certain this is not an approved use of this device:
What Emily doesn't know is that the alligator predates her by many, many years:
Emily also decided that she wanted to take me for a walk:
Daddy demanded that I be clear that this is the kid of the creature(s) and not of the doctor.
Sometimes we wish Frankenstein would deanimate her.
You served your Momma well, and I yakked in you, but now it's time to say goodbye:
Plus, Emily has found a new mode of transit:
That most certainly doesn't look fun to me:
Emily busted out her red wagon recently:
Here, I'm patiently waiting for a waffle. I definitely did not steal any waffle bits from my sister:
Emily's day-care provider took this lovely photo:
What's around that corner?
Emily is considering several vocational options.
Lunch lady:
And ... errrr ... mmmm ... stripper?
In the eyes of her parents, she has ceased to look like a baby:
Me, too. There are lots of pictures and videos of ME here.
I have no idea what's going on here:
And a Pulp Fiction reference for all you cool cats and dogs:
Check out the big bald on Dad!
As for me, I hate the water.
There might be somebody in the world interested in this:
Emily is strange:
Sometimes she's not:
At day care, Emily was introduced to finger-painting:
Don't ask me why she's naked. Artists are odd.
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