A PATHETIC LITTLE WOG

The Wog is sick. Poor little Wog. So off to the doctor we went yesterday, but there's nothing that can be done except baby Tylenol since it's viral. Our doctor is off on Thursdays, so we had to see the "walk-in" doctor--an all new audience for The Wog! She valliantly rallied to impress the people in the doctor's office; runny eyes, red face, audible congestion and sneezing, and yet the most adorable little smile at everyone. (Oh, and the Wog now weighs 19.4 pounds; we've been wondering!)

The Wog has never been a cuddler (in fact, she's the opposite of a cuddler and will vigorously push you away should you try to cuddle, snuggle, hug or kiss). The closest she's ever come to cuddling (and that was more "clinging") was when she was terrified at the Christmas Loft store we went to when Minnie and Pop-Pop were visiting. Even when she's being carried, she refuses to face the carrier; instead, she twists her body all the way around to greet the world. But all she wants to do is cuddle since coming down with a bug a few days ago, so we've been enjoying our time together on the couch.

Hopefully, The Wog will be feeling better soon, since she has missed Storytime and Baby Music class this week, as well as a Halloween parade. No doubt the Halloween parade was SORELY missing its lobster.

Cranky and yet so very cute: