Recently in Emily Category

All in one place:

And Abima wants you to know that he is Daddy's favorite Ugly Doll, which is why he sneaked in to the right side of the picture. Babo is displeased.

... sitting up:

... standing up:

... BEER!

(Emily doesn't really like beer. Rather, Emily doesn't know if she'd like beer, because she's never had any. But she looks interested in it!)

I do! I do!

The weekend started at home:

But then we all went down to Springfield to see Momma's family.

Grandpa:

Grandma:

Great Uncle Ron:

And Great Grandma:

There was some swimming:

And sleeping by dogs:

... here are some pictures of Emily:

Emily now has two teeth:

Sometimes she even shows them off:

We drove to Ohio to see Grandma:

There was a party for Emily to which I was rudely not invited. My Uncle Doug was there:

Emily read/ate one of her books:

More fun with Grandma:

Rose Marie hosted the party, and then put Emily to sleep:

Then we drove home. We were very tired:

Emily is riding on Daddy's shoulders and grabbing his hair:

She and I also played with Goose:

Whatever:

They bring storms with 94-mile-per-hour winds that rip down trees:

Oh no! Emily is disappearing into the ether:

She turned out not be a ghost, though. Whew. And then she ate some food.

A video:

Emily's first fireworks, photographed either badly or artfully — your call:

These mostly speak for themselves:

My cousin Liza visited this weekend:

Not much else new.

Oh yes. My uncles Doug and Bruce came to visit:

Uncle Doug has many skills. Now we know from where Emily gets it:

Emily experienced her first farm implements:

She also surveyed Mississippi River flooding from on high:

And she rejected her first solid food:

Because I'm petrified of water, I'm not crazy about our second major flood of the spring. Perhaps you've heard about it?

Emily seems okay with it, though:

Today is Flag Day, so Emily wore appropriate footwear:

She has also discovered her feet:

Gotcha!

All four of us went to the drive-in movie theater to see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. We did not stay for Drillbit Taylor.

I paid more attention to some cats than the movie.

Emily is nearly sitting up on her own. Here she's being helped by the recliner:

I'm glad I'm a dog. English is very confusing.

Grammerly and Gramperly showed up this weekend, but not to play with me:

Emily was very impressive spinning her butterfly toy:

Even more impressive:

She was also quite alert:

We've devolved into Madonna references. Sigh.

This was a few days ago:

Emily now more closely resembles a burn victim:

Emily is claiming credit for Jon Lester's no-hitter tonight because she broke out the magic pacifier that had been hiding in her drawer:

And no, it was not hiding in her drawers.

Emily went to the pool on Saturday:

She also played with me on Sunday, but I didn't want to share Purple Dog:

Here are some feet, with a baby attached:

This was just one of those odd looks Daddy caught with the camera:

And the rare Tummy Time that didn't result in immediate screaming:

For Mother's Day, Emily started in dinosaurs ...

... then put on a dress, with a sweater that her great grandmother made for Momma.

There are some trees back there.

Maybe it's just me, but it looks like Emily has a halo in this picture and a monkey crown:

And yes, I see the face of Jesus in my dog food.

Anyway ... :

Fewer words, more pictures:

Look at that gut:

I do not understand the point of socks that look like shoes:

With the great Mississippi River flood of 2008 happening, I thought maybe Momma and Daddy were going to send Emily on an aquatic journey:

Alas, they merely took pictures:

Emily in front of Momma's favorite bridge:

And biting her lip:

Everyone knows that babies are expensive. That's particularly true when you must get a new car so grandparents don't complain about the little red convertible death trap. So Emily has a new car:

To help pay for it, she and Momma did some yardwork:

And Emily dressed up as Little Red Riding Hood:

Actually, it was pretty okay:

Emily also got to play on a blue ball:

And she was very happy that her leprosy has abated:

After her bath, Emily was a duck:

That made her hungry:

Emily is learning to blow bubbles:

She is also learning to spark unlikely comeback victories with a simple change in wardrobe:

Emily has a wedge on which she sleeps. She has been known to slide down it, resulting in this not-recommended position:

Waffle head:

But some Momma love makes up for many indignities:

There is little to say here, except that Emily is obviously easily amused:

And apropos of nothing, you can now e-mail me or Emily. See the contact feature in the sidebar.

It was another crazy weekend.

First, Emily put her hand on Momma's head:

Then Emily's legs disappeared:

Then Emily's Uncle Christian, Aunt Lindsay, and cousin Liliana came to visit:

And the little girl smiled:

One last thing: I keep hearing these secondhand complaints about Grinky.com! content, particularly as it relates to boogers. Y'all are just begging for the poopy diaper of the week, aren't you?

Here I am with my 10-week-old sister Emily:

I'm prettier.

My daddy says that he has taken pictures of Emily in each of her 70 days of life. But I don't think that excuses him for turning off most of the house lights, turning on the camping lantern, and seeing how that looks for variety:

I'm just kiddin'. This one's called "Playtime":

Today, Emily took the pacifier out of her mouth and held it for several minutes in her hand. She only fussed after she dropped it:

It has been suggested that after the recent display of grossicity, Grinky.com! should start a feature called "Poopy Diaper of the Week." I don't know about that — it's under consideration — but here's some formula drool:

Yum!

In close-up:

And a family portrait:

So I come home, and what do I find but Emily! Trying to charm my Grammatius!

But I was prepared for this horror, because I am always watching. And nobody's painted a picture of you, little girl!

I had hoped that her visit to Springfield would find somebody willing to take her off our hands, but she was rejected by (from left) her grandmother, her great grandmother, her great uncle, and her other grandmother, among others:

So I guess we're stuck with her for a little while longer.

My sister can escape from the most snuggiest swaddling:

Because of this, my parents are sending Emily to military school for infants to break her of her failure to conform to the expected outcomes of baby restraints.

So I'm going to the spa for a few days while Momma and Daddy transport her.

Grinky.com! will therefore be quiet for a few days, and then we'll return to Ginger-only programming!

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!

The orangutan No No is Emily's hair stylist:

Momma was sleepy today:

The doctor said Emily is 8 pounds, 10 ounces, which puts her in the 25th percentile for her age.

Momma and Daddy expected to be surprised by many things about Emily, but they surely didn't think she'd be such an underachiever.

Emily is almost four weeks old!

It seemed like a normal day ...

... until it was time for Emily's first bath:

Despite what the video suggests, she survived:

My sister Emily is filling out a little bit:

She's also more alert:

My sister is a cow:

I'll be nicer this time. Here she is with Momma:

Tummy Time with me:

Daddy sometimes struggles to find something new to photograph:

I went to the doggy doctor today, and Emily wore appropriately supportive "Puppy Pal" attire:

We cannot explain her predilection toward the thrust fist:

Emily seems to be making eyes at her Momma:

She also has a bouncy seat that buzzes and makes music:

Emily is almost three weeks old:

A new video:

I want them back!

A rare moment of quiet:

Mostly there's fussin' of some sort, and a dog can't get much sleep.

This picture's about me, isn't it?

Fine:

My sister Emily is now a little too big for preemie clothes (Emily's note: I am not a preemie!) and a little too small for newborn clothes, such as this outfit:

Incidentally, I heartily approve of this ensemble: