March 2008 Archives

Emily will be two months old tomorrow. Here she is with her Momma:

She’s my Momma, too, you know.

She was my Momma first.

When it was decided that the four of us would go for a walk, Emily put on her sunglasses. They were too big:

She has a seriously tricked-out stroller:

After our walk, she chilled in her car seat for a while:

Because it is very expensive to maintain this Web site, I have decided to subtly introduce product placement in photographs of Emily and the rest of the family:

We couldn’t have made it through these first eight weeks without the amazing Itzbeen Baby Care Timer, which compensates for the fact that my parents can’t read a clock or remember anything.

My little sister changes her clothes several times each day.

Here are two of the things she wore today:

I do not understand why. When I yak, nobody puts a new outfit on me.

It ain’t all sunshine and smiles with baby Emily:

I surprised my sister with some kisses:

This was the peaceful scene I interrupted:

Emily is not actually playing a game.
It only looks that way because Daddy wants her to appear more advanced than she is:

Regarding yesterday’s Red Sox assertion: Way to blow it, little girl!
You know your Daddy will dump you if your record drops below .500 for long.

And no, I’m not trying to make her run away.

Emily is apparently the Red Sox’s good-luck charm, as they’ve yet to lose (a game that counts) in her lifetime.

Alas, her parents are certain she’ll be a Yankees fan. (And a Cowboys fan, too.)

I think it wrong to force team allegiances on children, but my parents obviously feel different. The Red Sox open the season in Tokyo just after 5 a.m. where I live, and I hope Emily wakes Daddy up to watch:

Emily and Momma:

Daddy’s worst fears have come true. Emily has her Momma’s webbed feet:

First there was one bunny:

Then they started multiplying (and turning into lambs, and bears dressed as bunnies) and attacked Emily:

I came and ate them all, and now Emily is safe. (And smiling!) Phew!

The end.

Emily and Momma and Daddy think bunnies are cute, and portents of the risen Christ or somesuch:

I think they’re tasty.

Not really, but she ate some. This girl takes after her sister’s food-spurning ways:

Not that anybody looks good in extreme closeup:

Emily has been in day care for two days, and already she’s modeling for her provider:

Before she peed on it, she wore a more complex outfit than had previously been attempted:

A St. Paddy’s Day leftover:

Emily’s definitely a WASP, but I don’t know if she’s exactly Irish. Still, she represents:

Get your damned foot out of my mouth:

My sister has many expressions:

She also has dog feet:

Seriously, the underside of the bed is quite comfortable. And I am not stuck:

Here’s what you came for anyway:

I think maybe Momma is warming to Emily:

Let’s play a game. There’s a dog hidden in this picture. Can you find her?

No points for guessing which belongs to whom:

You are getting very sleepy ... :

She has quite the penetrating glance:

Emily is trying to imitate those kids she sees on The Wire:

But she needs to work on the hair for authenticity:

Emily has a bit of a problem with infant acne:

That’s why she’s hiding:

Emily got some flowers today from Canada:

You don’t send me flowers ... anymore.

When you stare at something long enough, you want it:

(That’s the zebra on the right.)

She might end up a boxer:

Photo by P.

I’m “G,” by the way.

She’s very interested in her mobile:

... and screaming while being swung. Happy birthday!