Mr. Rogers has his compelling moments.
I'm learning how to use my legs...
And you should think of that as a threat.
Soon I'll be standing up and digging in this thing! 
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Hi. My name is Emerson. My parents are both nuts. There is no telling why Dad liked my name; Mom, at least, named me Emerson for a reason. She named me after her favorite theological poet who cared more about all of Nature itself than any particular religion's view of it. I guess it could have been worse. They could have named me Ralph or, God forbid, Waldo! Well back to the crib before they find out I wrote this.
Posts
Followers
Blog Archive
-
▼
2006
(90)
-
▼
June
(18)
- The Birthday Bash!
- Bree, helping me open my presents. Mom and I, c...
- Me and Granmama, hanging out. Socks! Socks! Soc...
- The Pre-Party
- Birthday Loot!
- Aaaaaaaaaaaa! This is my new car from Grandma Pa...
- One Year Family Photo!
- Toilet cleaning
- My First Camping Trip!
- Dog food is the best toy. I'll just wait until ...
- Trying to follow the dog... Thumbs up for this ...
- Scott and Alex, waiting for something to happen....
- Olives!
- An Afternoon at Grandma Pat's Place
- Becoming mobile...
- The Dog Food Chronicles
- Bird Hair
- Jammin!
-
▼
June
(18)
About Me
- Emily
- My name is Emily. I am married to a Philosopher named Jim. We have three children: Emerson (7), Harland (5) and Estella (3).
1 comment:
I once cried b/c Mr. Rogers was over.
Post a Comment