Earlier this month, Emily saw her Great Aunt Ruth and cousins Kathy and Karen in Cincinnati:
We (including me!) were visiting Uncles Bruce and Doug:
Emily rode in her first boat:
And of course she visited with Grandma Janet:
Back home, she painted a picture:
And she wore this getup:
... merits half a cupcake:
Emily got some mermaid legs last weekend:
She reads one of her favorite books:
She talks to her grandmas and grandpa:
I think Grandma Janet displeased her:
She also visited her Springfield grandparents earlier this month:
And she was generally herself:
Since you last heard from us, we (and by we, I mostly mean everybody except me) ...
... went to the theater for Go, Dog. Go!, ...
... saw Toy Story 3 at the drive-in, ...
... pretended to be a dog, ...
... visited with Grandma Janet, ...
... played at our new park in Rock Island, ...
... and were generally cute:
Well, Daddy wasn’t cute. In fact, he was so displeased with Go, Dog. Go! that he now looks like this permanently:
Being named dog of the month made me complacent and lazy. In this period of supreme torpor, it escaped me that Emily became the president of the United States:
I’m informed that the above picture was taken at the Magic House in St. Louis rather than the Oval Office. Whatever.
More from the Gateway City:
Although I can’t vouch for this, my parents tell me this was the view from the hotel-room balcony:
Some images from back home:
And a mightily abused apple:
You’re looking at the April dog of the month at my day-care provider:
I’ve been too busy beaming (as you can see) to post anything here.
In other news, Grandma Janet visited:
Grandma gave her a book that reads itself:
Emily got her nails painted:
She sang to her Mama’s doll while sitting her Daddy’s rocking chair:
And whatever this is:
Although her pronunciation is generally pretty good, that’s what she calls this:
Emily finally got to bite the ears off her chocolate Easter bunny:
Otherwise, there’s mostly been silliness:
Some prettiness:
And let no one say that her parents have been neglecting her spiritual instruction:
(Please disregard that our families include no Lutherans. And that this book is actually satirical.)
Mommy, Daddy, and Emily went to the park on Easter, and they saw this giant turtle:
Oh. Never mind:
Yesterday there was Easter-egg coloring:
This morning there was Easter-egg hunting:
In between, there was quite a bit of yakking by little girls, which means no Easter candy today.
But vomiting won’t keep Emily from trying out her new tricycle:
Freeze-dried blueberries make for messy hands, faces, and teeth:
In other news, our April Fool’s joke was a day in the mid-80s:
And some March leftovers:
Everybody likes Emily better than they like me. They keep sending her presents.
Like this toy box from Aunt Bailey and Aunt Jane, and the new merchild Marina from Uncle Christian, Aunt Lindsay, and cousin Liliana:
That girl’s birthday is lasting longer than Hanukkah.
The only thing that’s different is a little more than two years:
This week we donated her original car seat so that some other little kid can use it.
For the reverse flop, it is imperative that one engages in some sort of misdirection.
Miss Emily chooses the old “What is this?” ruse:
With the proper tools, you too can be a champion flopper:
Just don’t mess with the flopper’s bean-bag-chair placement!
If flopping doesn’t pan out as a career, Emily might turn to modeling casual wear:
Or she might just look out the window:
The little girl in her red dress (cue the Sara Goldfarb reference) for Valentine’s Day:
Monkeys.
And the moon this evening:
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!
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