The Life of Bryan
Emerson got to celebrate up at the cabin with Mom and Wood.
There was pizza...
Mmm... Pizza!
There were presents.
Though sometimes the bows and wrapping paper were more exciting.
Best of all, there was cake!
Cake!
CAKE!
Muahahaha!
There will be more pictures soon!
Here are a couple of videos from way back in May when we went to California:
And another of Emerson and one of his more recent obsessions:
And just a non-spectacular but pretty recent video so you can see how big he is!
Here are some pictures from the the last few months!
Hello!
Slam Dunks from an early age.
Mine!
The Emerson Wallpaper
As a matter of fact, officer, I haven't been drinking...
Really.
That flashlight's kinda bright though.
Oral fixations are cool, man.
This is daddy!
Pulling up!
Look at those arms!
At 5 Guys
Emerson likes it here.
Especially when he gets to visit Granmama Bopp
And Grandpa Wood
Guess who doesn't like surprise photos.
Hee hee hee
Gibbous Emerson
He's not sure he likes that.
Actually, he's sure he doesn't.
Another day, another smile.
Maybe.
That was the third take. I’m kind of a camera doufus sometimes.
Today I was stung by 4 yellowjackets. Or perhaps I was stung by fewer, but more zealous yellowjackets. I got four stings.
I’m kind of glad, actually. I wouldn’t go out of my way to be stung, and I would go out of my way not to be, but it didn’t hurt as much I remembered from when I was five. They hurt less than a tattoo, certainly. They’re really just a needleprick during the actual sting; a few minutes later when the poison really sets in and the stings begin to turn into weals is when they really get sore. I’m hoping the result of being stung is a little more courage and a little less manic arm-waving and girlish squealing when a wasp or bee is circling my head.
Also, a few stings don’t seem so likely to send me into anaphylactic shock as they did the last time I was stung, so that’s good.
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