I rolled over!

Today I rolled over and made my mommy cry. I thought she WANTED me to roll over?! She said, "Now you're gonna learn to drive and leave me." Wow...a little unstable, isn't she?

Yay Food

Why didn't anyone tell me they've been holding out on me? Feeding me that boring formula...not knowing there were the joys of oatmeal!

Jack Black

I need to clear something up. My cousin, Patrick, thought I was baptised by Jack Black in character for "Nacho Libre". While that would be cool, no such luck, Patrick. The priest was just an ordinary priest...even though he does look the part! :)

I also want to commend every last one of the Brennans, who, at my Baptism, all knew to stop the "Our Father" after "deliver us from evil." GOOD JOB!

This next pic is of me, mom and dad, and my godparents, Aunt Theresa and Uncle Ray. I am a little bewildered that mom and dad chose THEM to lead my sprirtual growth...but, well, they're fun...so I guess I won't complain. Plus, they have good kids, so I guess I can trust them...

Shout Out to Bettilouise

Hey, everybody! I want to give a "shout out" to one of my peeps: my grandmom's cousin, Bettilouise! Mom's been talking to me about her and my grandmom - not to be confused with my NANNY! (Grandmom, or "Mom-Mom Gina" as I call her, lives up in heaven with God, and my NANNY lives up in Pottsville with the rest of the Brennans.)

Anyhow, mom tells me that Mom-Mom Gina is a pretty cool lady and that her cousin came to see me at my Baptism, but I didn't know who she is. Mom said that my Mom-Mom would be really thankful that her cousin visits us and takes care of us, since she is busy in heaven and can't do it, herself. So, thanks, Betttilouise! You ROCK!

This photo is of me, mom, Aunt Theresa, Bettilouise, and her daughter, Cathy, who was nice enough to drive her mom all the way to my Christening from New York, and back!

Tired

Guess what? Today is one year since my mommy and daddy knew about me....yawn......

All this writing makes me...s...l...eeeeeeepy...........

4 Month Pediatrician Appt

THEY SHOT ME! 5 times! What's going on, here?

First, mom's all smiles and goo-goo, gah-gah, and then, searing pain in my legs...times 5. I'll never trust her again!

Mom said that the doctor pronounced me "perfect". Um...yeah! Of COURSE, we should know that by now.

I am right on target for height (20.5") and weight (15 lbs., 9 oz.) but my noggin is 90th percentile!!!! (That's to hold all of my superior brain power, for all you lesser mortals.)

This pic is from my first ped visit, since mom has lost interest in photographing me for every visit.

He's Got Legs

I just want you all to see what she did to me...

LOOK at my right leg! That's her fault.

All's well, now, though.

Here I am, telling off

the nurse who's making

me deal with the light.

The Beginning

My mom can't resist any chance of attention for herself (my Aunt Theresa and several of my Brennan Aunts have told her, "It's no longer about you...it's now about him.")...so, of course, she couldn't resist putting up photos of herself, regardless of how unflattering they are.

(Editor's note: Emmett, darling, I put these photos up there to make sure you always remember how HARD it was for me to deliver you, so that you feel the proper amount of guilt for the rest of your life.)

See? This is what I have to deal with. Anyway, here we are, getting ready to meet for the first time!

Welcome!

Welcome to my very first blog! Yeah, my mom finally jumped into the 21st century and learned how to blog...so you can be regaled with tale upon tale of my fabulousness. I hope she doesn't embarass me with too many potty stories...but I guess fame comes at a cost. Please enjoy...and if you don't like anything posted here, talk to Daddy. Mommy says that if anything ever goes wrong, it's his fault. See you later!