Helping Trim The Tree
Merson The Person
Emerson Marie's Diary
Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.
Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.
This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.
ralph waldo emerson (via oceanofmind) (via optimisto) (via dalasverdugo)
Namesake ARB
I went pee-pee in my potty!
It arrived yesterday afternoon, and I couldn’t wait to put it to use.
From the reaction I got, I’m guessing nobody here thought I’d know how to use it right away.
News flash: I pay attention to what’s going on, people.
Monday!
Portable booster seats rock! No more must I suffer the stigma of the highchair.
“Emerson, what can you make out if this?”
“This? Why, I can make a hat or a brooch or a pterodactyl…”
We’re going somewhere, but I don’t know where. They keep saying something like “grammamerrys”, but I have no idea what that means.
Apparently deleting my old account made my reblogs all show up at once in the dashboard
Sorry about that.
So I’m walking around the yard with a stick in each hand. You know, like you do.
Then I look up, and Dad’s got that stupid iPhone out again, trying to take my picture. So I rush him, but he gets the shot anyway.
Well, he got a shot.