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.
Florida was Emily's seventh state. It has some beaches:
Babies who are not very stable sometimes get their faces stuck in said beaches:
Emily celebrated her first birthday for the second time:
It gave her a bellyache.
Emily spent lots of time with Grandma:
She also spent a lot of time on the beach:
It made her tired:
But she woke up for sunset:
I don't know who those big people are. Perhaps they rented Emily:
... and headed to Florida.
One I forgot to include earlier:
Emily turned one year old today.
She got some cards:
And some presents:
And a birthday cake made by grandpa:
She liked her cake:
With me:
And on a blue exercise ball:
Daddy is moving Grinky.com! to a new place. If you can read this, then it's done, and it worked, both of which would be unusual for my Daddy. Yes, some stuff is broken. He's working on it.
Update: Daddy thinks everything is working properly. Let us know if it's not.
Santa butt!
As you might expect, Emily had more fun with wrappings and ribbons at Christmas than with actual presents:
Emily met a new friend the day after Christmas, her Great Aunt Ruth:
She also saw some familiar faces the first weekend of the new year:
She re-enacted a scene from some horror movie:
... surveyed her kingdom:
... and took part in some photography experiments involving cardboard tubes:
Whew! Emily was tired!
You can't convince me that this girl isn't nuts:
Even I don't look that crazy when I'm excited.
Emily and I wish you a very lovely holiday.
Emily hopes that you get better presents than those promised to her: wrapping paper, empty boxes, and ribbons.
... in which that mixed-martial-arts fighter broke his leg.
We think something similar might have happened with Emily:
Quick healer, that girl.
My sister was much better Friday than earlier in the week.
She got a present in the mail:
There was a Santa hat included. Grandma says that little Emily is showing some "attitude" in this picture:
And if you wanna buy Emily something, she's a technologically advanced baby, with her own Amazon.com wish list. It's surely only a matter of days before she's Twitter-ing.
My sister has been sick:
Emily had some turkey for Thanksgiving, although it came from a jar:
Three generations of the human women of Momma's side of the family:
Emily and her great grandmother:
My Thanksgiving was spent hunting squirrels:
Those patterns are not a good match:
I most certainly approve:
Can't you see my paws gloating in the background?
... and not a drop to drink?
Emily likes to eat the sun ...
... and magazines.
She's also quite the model.
Some people have complained that I don't even show up on my Web site anymore.
Happy, Auntie Desiree?
I'd like to complain that you haven't sent me any damned dog treats.
Emily's Halloween costume was very ambiguous.
She could be the happy pea-pod person:
Or the scary pea-pod person:
Or the baby pea-pod person:
Emily went to a Halloween party as a pumpkin. How original:
But the magic of night vision gives it an ambiguity and subtlety reminiscent of Jesus on a taco shell:
(That's my obedience-school education talking.)
Grandma and Grandpa came to visit, too:
... A CRAZY, DIABOLICAL, FOOD-ON-THE-FACE BABY!!!
Too bad it's been pushing 80 degrees ... .
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