Friday, March 31, 2006

CATHERINE ZETA WOG

We watched Ocean's 12 the other night (entertaining despite the fact that I can honestly say I have no idea how it all went down in the movie) and The Wog's father got it in his (stubborn) head that The Wog looks just like Catherine Zeta Jones. I laughed at him, and promptly received the following items via email the following day:











I can't look at these without laughing outloud.

To further her Hollywood status, The Wog took a spill today and split her lip. She not only looks like Catherine Zeta Jones, but like a Botoxed Catherine Zeta Jones.

THE WOG AND THE POOH

Yesterday The Wog met Winnie the Pooh. I wish I had a picture to share, but I couldn't spare a hand--I was too busy defending Pooh from Polly, who was immediately entranced. Polly always reacts the same way when she sees a dog--her hands shake and she squeals with (over)-excitement. I'm not sure she even knows who Winnie the Pooh is, but she knows enough to know she loves a big, furry, semi-doglike creature.

We happened to be standing by the door when Pooh made his entrance. Polly immediately reacted with immense delight. Pooh waved in our direction and continued on to the main part of the room, where all the other children were lined up patiently to meet him. By this point, Polly was squirming and twisting in my arms so I put her down. And she took off! She crawled, wriggled, slid, and elbowed her way through the crowd until she was right at Pooh's feet. (I'm not sure he--or she, I suppose?--could even see her over the costume's giant Poohbear belly.) She then attempted to pull up on Pooh and raised her arms to be picked up. Needless to say when it came time to leave, I carried her, hysterically crying, out the door.

Here she is, at home and sad-eyed over having to leave her new friend.

THE WOG LIKES TO KISS THINGS

Here she is kissing her hippo.


And here she is attempting to kiss Piglet, who is attempting NOT to be kissed by her.

Monday, March 20, 2006

WOGDINI, PART DEUX

I think I've posted before about The Wog's ability to extricate herself from all constraints (except her carseat, thankfully). She can even wriggle out of her highchair and loves to surprise us by suddenly standing up. She can open doors now, too. So we put up a babygate in the hopes of keeping her contained, but alas, she is a true escape artist.

Here she is working the gate:


Here she is on her merry Wog way:


And here she is--looking innocent, but clearly planning her next escape.

SWEET AS SUGAR

We went to a maple sugaring event at a nearby working farm museum over the weekend. The Wog enjoyed her first taste of "sugar-on-snow." She was hesitant at first, but then grabbed the fork!





There were sheep and ox and chickens there as well, but it was too cold to do more than a quick walk-by--which resulted in much gleeful squealing. We'll be going back when the weather turns.

Here she is afterwards, enjoying some apple slices.

Friday, March 10, 2006

A LOVEABLE (KISSABLE) WOG



THERE'S NOTHING SADDER (OR CUDDLIER) THAN A SICK WOG

She's never been a cuddler, but when The Wog's sick, all bets are off!

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

POLLIWOGS AND OLLIWOGS

Clint, Ellie and Oliver visited this weekend from Portland. Cross-country skiing, sleigh rides, feeding the "horses or whatever" and lots of pizza make for very tired (and happy!) babies.

Blueberries are good...


But Oliver's blueberries are even better!


Where are the babies?


There they are!


Oliver and The Wog enjoyed being towed along and were even spotted holding hands.


A few shots from Ellie's "Babies In the Snow" series:




The Wog had a great visit with Ollie and his parents!

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

THE WIGGLES AND THE WOGGLE

Today The Wog met the Wiggles.






Needless to say, she's a fan.

(Incidentally, The Wog's father called this an "old lady" outfit, but I like it.)

REEG-JECTED!

Regis Philbin must be blind.



BLIND I tell you.

CATCHING UP WITH THE WOG

It's hard to believe it's already March and that The Wog is now 16.5 months old. She's getting to be a big Wog! She's gaining more and more words and signs every day. Her current favorite is "ball." When's she's "reading" a book, she'll immediately flip to the page with the ball on it (or any kind of circle--oranges, etc.), and immediately begin signing and saying, "Bah. Bah." She also says car ("cah"), dog ("dah"), cat ("cah"). We joke that she's already got a New England accent. Her old favorites remain--duck and quack, both of which sound like "cuk"--and new additions include "shicken" (chicken) and "chissssss" (cheese).

Yesterday I was unpacking our bedroom (the unpacking just moved upstairs; I'm behind, obviously) and turned my back on The Wog for just a second. This is what I saw when I turned around:





The Wog is a BIG fan of packing peanuts and luckily she has finally determined that they are not as tasty as they look.

The Wog has also, finally, began participating in the craft after weekly Story Time at the local library. By "participating" I mean eating crayons and tearing up little bits of construction paper.