Sunday, May 09, 2010
May Miscellaney
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Harland on a mission, energized from a marshmallow
Emerson with his "bullet" that Daddy made for him: a piece of string cheese with half a chocolate egg on top. Only a hunter could think of such a thing.
What Stella does when Mommy is too busy sewing: wraps herself in wool an yarn and travels all over the house. Oh, Stella....
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.
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