Merson the Person

Emerson Marie's Diary

Mar 1
Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, but you see the sort of staff I’m working with. (via toldorknown) Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, but you see the sort of staff I’m working with. (via toldorknown)
Posted at 12:18pm

Jun 14

The Freedom of Choice

I gotta tell ya, until today I hated tummy-time. HATED it.

Tummy-time is what various people in my life called it when they would humiliate me by placing me, stomach down, on the floor, bed, or whatever.

I’d lie there, staring at the carpet or blanket that I was being given a sub-one-inch view of, clearly letting them know that I was not enjoying myself, and all they would do was tell me what a “strong girl” I was. Idiots.

After an eon* of this torment, they’d suddenly understand me and pick me up.

This was happening every single day, people.

Then I figured out this thing they call “rolling over”.

One moment I lay there like some sort of reverse turtle, rendered helpless by a bully’s flipping, then a little tuck here, a little push there and tada! I’m flipped right over like I’m Jackie Chan or something.

They turned me back over, and I just turned myself right back. Odd that it didn’t seem to upset them (quite the opposite), but who knows what goes on in these people’s heads?

The weird part is that now I’m fine with being on my stomach. It’s the exact same position I hated before, but now I know I’m not dependent on anyone else to get me out of it. Seems like there’s a lesson to be learned there.

Maybe after nap I’ll see if I can fix myself a bottle.

*Okay, it was more like five minutes. But just think how much of a percentage of my life that is, compared to yours.

Posted at 6:54pm

May 26
Hold me back, Mom! Hold me back, Mom!
Posted at 6:39pm

May 11
Happy Mother’s Day, Everyone!
Posted at 12:16pm

May 8
Hey everyone, Super sorry I haven’t posted in, like, more than half my life. Most of the time I’ve only got the two assistants and I’m beginning to think they’re moonlighting on me. Until I can get some more dependable help, here’s a more recent pic. You should see the way everyone acts when I make this face. You’d think I levitated or something.

Hey everyone,

Super sorry I haven’t posted in, like, more than half my life. Most of the time I’ve only got the two assistants and I’m beginning to think they’re moonlighting on me. Until I can get some more dependable help, here’s a more recent pic. You should see the way everyone acts when I make this face. You’d think I levitated or something.
Posted at 1:55pm

Mar 25
Four weeks old! Sorry about the lack of posts. Been busy getting older.  (via the old man) Four weeks old! Sorry about the lack of posts. Been busy getting older.  (via the old man)
Posted at 9:56pm

Mar 23
“Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson, writer and philosopher (1803-1882) (via aatw)

I’m always happy to share another insight from my man RWE, if only to help keep people from thinking I’m named after some actress’s daughter or gear head.
Posted at 1:45pm

Mar 19
Count ‘em. Three weeks old today (and desperately needing these people to start using conditioner when they do my doo). Count ‘em. Three weeks old today (and desperately needing these people to start using conditioner when they do my doo).
Posted at 8:23pm

Mar 15
Nothing makes Boppy time pass like a quick once over of the Radar. This Eee PC that middle bro let me borrow is sweet, although the keys are still a little big. (via rodknowlton)

Nothing makes Boppy time pass like a quick once over of the Radar.

This Eee PC that middle bro let me borrow is sweet, although the keys are still a little big.

(via rodknowlton)
Posted at 1:14pm

Mar 11
Half Shadow (via rodknowlton) My first art shot. I’m wide-eyed innocence, tabula rasa, born into this world but yet to be formed by it. The shadow splits my face, representing all of the great dualities of human nature: mind and body, good and evil, paper and plastic. The darkness seems on the verge of overtaking me, but still I point to the light. Either that, or the old man got between me and the light and I’m trying to get him to scootch a bit to the left. No, my left. Half Shadow (via rodknowlton)

My first art shot. I’m wide-eyed innocence, tabula rasa, born into this world but yet to be formed by it. The shadow splits my face, representing all of the great dualities of human nature: mind and body, good and evil, paper and plastic. The darkness seems on the verge of overtaking me, but still I point to the light.

Either that, or the old man got between me and the light and I’m trying to get him to scootch a bit to the left. No, my left.
Posted at 9:16pm

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