Recently in Me Category

There were some. Here are some pictures:

Notice me in the above photo. I’m like Waldo.

Some people appear to live under the delusion that Emily and I lead exciting lives, and that monthly (or even weekly!) Grinky.com! updates are therefore merited.

Allow me to set the record straight. This is my life:

I have been assured that the days of my baby sister are similarly filled with tedium.

So please stop complaining about the dearth of new Grinky.com! content.

I promise you: If something interesting happens to either of us, I’ll let you know.

One day recently, Emily kept saying she wanted to show us something, but we couldn’t quite understand the words. We figured it out after she started to pull her pants down:

Ah, yes. She wanted to show us “The Plumber.”

This weekend, my parents and Emily went to see the play If You Give a Mouse a Cookie:

And our Independence Day fun included Grandma Janet, harmonica lessons, a big boat, and fireworks:

In truth, I don’t like fireworks. And that’s why my parents bought me the Thundershirt dog-anxiety solution.

Hey Thundershirt people! Where’s my product-placement dough?

Emily has enjoyed wearing her Happy New Year “headband” the past few days:

We celebrated the New Year with her at midnight GMT. I have no idea what that means.

Here Emily and I are sharing the bean-bag chair:

This wonderful invention is a recent discovery for me, even though we’ve had it for well over a year.

2011 will be the Year of the Big Girl. On New Year’s Eve, Daddy and Mommy magically transformed the crib into a big-girl bed — which allows Emily to enter and exit at will.

I don’t expect this will go well.

Grandma Janet visited the weekend before Christmas:

She brought a cape and muff for Emily, among many other things:

On Christmas morning, Santa brought Emily a Tinkerbell umbrella and Tinkerbell slippers, just as she requested:

(And a Tinkerbell bowl, and Tinkerbell underwear, and ... .)

The day after Christmas, Emily assisted in the making of this very small, devil-eyed snowperson that bears a striking resemblance to my Daddy:

Here’s Emily in front of our tree:

Here’s me in front of our tree:

Emily is sometimes pretty cute:

Grandma, Grandpa, and Uncle Ron visited for Thanksgiving:

I am happy to report that I got some turkey.

The pants-less wonder feeding me peanut butter:

Eating a baby orange:

Nursing a boo boo:

And while I’m no photographer, I think this was shot through a yellow filter. Or a yellow balloon:

I’ve joined a gang at school.

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:

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.

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:

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:

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:

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?

Me, too. There are lots of pictures and videos of ME here.

With me:

And on a blue exercise ball:

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:

... 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.

Momma and Daddy are sure this will soon become annoying, but for now, they can’t stop laughing:

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.

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:

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:

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:

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 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:

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

I’m prettier.

Yum!

In close-up:

And a family portrait:

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:

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?

Photo by P.

I’m “G,” by the way.

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.

My sister is a cow:

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

Tummy Time with me:

This picture’s about me, isn’t it?

Fine:

Apropos of nothing related to Emily, in 2005 on a cruise my parents ran across my cousin in Mexico:

He’s a boy.

... over these six pounds, nine ounces of terror:

Crusty eyes and all:

I think we might end up friends:

Don’t her feet look better?

Daddy said Emily looks especially pretty today:

Maybe a little less so when the camera’s too close:

Me, Momma, and Emily:

My Grammerly and Gramperly showed up today:

And Emily had a party in her honor. There are some presents in the background:

Our first full day at home was pretty quiet. I’m acting quite cowed by my little sister:

Baby pictures are boring. Here’s a monkey:

Both Emily and I came home today. I’m not sure what to make of this thing.

But at least she’s in a cage.

Daddy put me in a new cage today.

I think he was testing out the nursery equipment to make sure it didn’t collapse.