It's her again.
She made it home.
Don't let the picture fool you: at 20 months old, Emery is actually 5'9" (he's just standing in front of a massive couch)
Holy crap is she gorgeous.
She is also pursuing a career in aerospace travel.
She decided to be cryogenically frozen until Iron Man 2 is out.
I lent her one of my socks to use as a blanket (see, it's funny because she's not small enough to fit into a sock).
Conserving her energy for the hearts she'll break in fifteen years and 359 days (when her parents will finally let her out of the house to be around boooooooooooooys [but she'll be tailed by Uncle Andy, who will be observing from behind a newspaper with holes cut out for his eyes])