Here she is all dressed up:
And here she is at the event itself:
I can do that.
]]>Here she is all dressed up:
And here she is at the event itself:
I can do that.
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For Emily's fifth birthday, she visited a world where the only allowed dogs stand on two feet. Or so I've been told.
Yes, she did ride Space Mountain:
She neither cried nor screamed, but when it was over, she declared that she didn't like it.
Her parents believe that threatening a return visit to Space Mountain should keep her well-behaved through age 15.
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Thankfully, she was li'l-er then:
Happy birthday, Emily!
(And, yes, that is an Independence Day shirt re-purposed to mark this occasion.)]]>
The trip included her first train ride:
There was a tall building ... :
... pizza at Gino's East ... :
... breakfast at Yolk ... :
... an urban playground (several times) ... :
... and of course the main attraction:
(Assessments of the musical varied by age. To get some idea on a scale of one to 10, start with 150 and divide that by the square of the attendee's age.)
A movie star was sighted at Rock Bottom, where certain Pinkalicious patrons tried to wash away all memories of the play:
Look! A giant Woody!
The trip home:
For what it's worth, we think Emily's favorite parts of the trip were the cab rides from and to Union Station. Because there were no seat belts.
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Notice me in the above photo. I'm like Waldo.
She got lots of candy.
I got a rock.
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Pickin' pumpkins:
In her costume:
Returned to normal:
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.
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Me, neither. Anyway, happy birthday, Momma!
Pool pictures:
Some bath paints:
And modeling a new dress and new (accessorized) pajamas:
