A FRESHLY SHORN WOG

While we were in Baltimore, The Wog got her very first haircut. She didn't mind the cutting part, but the washing did not go over well.




She's officially a Big Girl! (To see her new 'do, check out "The Wog Gets Cultured" post below; we're a bit out of chronology here, but all caught up, I think...)

WOGISCH

A sign here in town:


We pulled over to take a picture, but The Wog's father drew the line at posing The Wog in front of it.

In a particularly Wogish antic, we looked back in the rearview mirror (on a particularly hot day here in New Hampshire) and saw this:

THE WOG GETS CULTURED

A new Children's Museum opened up here in town so The Wog checked it out.

She ran into her friend Ben there and they went for a ride in a big, yellow truck.


After Ben left, The Wog attempted to keep all other children out of the truck by assumed a protective stance over it.


She prevailed.

CUTTING WOGLOOSE

The Wog loves to boogie, and has recently had multiple opportunities to show off her moves.

A few weekends ago we attended a contra dance. The Wog wanted to join in! Alas, she could not find a size-appropriate partner.






More recently we attended a local barn dance. She loved the band, and would have joined them on stage if she could have. The Wog did not stop moving the whole time. She kept venturing further toward the band then back to "home base" (me and The Wog's father), then further toward the band, then back to home base. After 20 minutes or so, she forgot all about home base and was all about the band and her newfound audience.

Here she is watching the band:


And here she is, headed to tag in at home base.

A BALTIWOG

We headed down to Baltimore for a quick visit with the Wog's friends Eva and Bee. We didn't take nearly enough pictures, but here's what we got! (I also took some accidental video of The Wog on the run which I will post when I relearn how...)

Bee looks in through the door of the crazy, perfect-for-a-rainy-day Chic-fil-A playroom.


Digging in the dirt, a favorite Wog past-time.

THE WILDWOG RIVER DUCK FESTIVAL

We attended our second running (swimming?) of the ducks this year at the Wild Quack River Duck festival in Jackson. The Wog didn't show all that much interest in the race, but she loved the giant duck!

Notice how she moves in closer and closer, before falling to her knees before him.

OLD WOGDONALD HAD A FARM

The Wog's playgroup took a field trip to a local working farm museum. Lots of animals to see! Unfortunately, I wasn't able to take very many pictures of The Wog, since both hands were occupied in the struggle of keeping her out of the animals' pens.

Here she and her friend Sage admire some chickens:


Desperately trying to lay hands on a sheep:


A Wog on the go!


Still going...

TWO NEW TRICKS

The Wog has kept us laughing with two new tricks recently. When we point the camera at her or ask her to smile, we get this response:



Apparently, this is her interpretation of posing for a picture.

Also, while her favorite word continues to be "No" and I have yet to actually hear a "Yes," from her, The Wog can on occasion be agreeable. I have a tendency to end my sentences with an "Okay?" or an abbreviated, "'Kay?" The Wog now responds in kind with an emphatic, "'Kay!"

YOU CAN TAKE THE WOG OUT OF JERSEY BUT YOU CAN'T TAKE THE JERSEY OUT OF THE WOG

A few weeks ago we watched a 1976 Bruce Springsteen show on PBS. The Wog was mesmerized! Obviously, she is--at least in part--a Jersey Wog.

Here she is, performing her signature "Squat and Bounce" dance move.

MICHAEL WOGSON

The Wog, apparently about to bust out with the moonwalk, crotch grab, and a chorus of "Billie Jean."

I WOG THE LINE

I'm just getting around to posting some older pictures of The Wog during the time the site was down. We took a daytrip to Maine for The Wog's father's birthday and checked out the boats. Polly was just getting her landlegs and was very proud of herself! (We've yet to determine her sealeg status.)

BECAUSE EVERY DAY CAN'T BE THE WOG'S DAY, PART II....

Sometimes it's Father's Day!

BECAUSE EVERY DAY CAN'T BE THE WOG'S DAY....

Sometimes it's Mother's Day!

We went for our usual Mother's Day Brunch in NJ where The Wog had a chance to catch up with her Minnie, Aunt, Great-Aunt, and cousins.

Here's Peter, all loaded up and ready to go:


The Wog and John are very fond of each other:


Finding Aunt Mary Beth is like finding E.T. among all the stuffed animals:


Grammy, Minnie and the grandkids (one of whom was particularly squirmy that day; can you guess who?):


Sweet Holly:


Heading home to nap:

STILL LIFE WITH WOG

We were gone for one week and returned home to peonies in sudden bloom. In late June!

A fun perk of buying a new home in the middle of our New Hampshire winter has been discovering all the buried treasures come springtime.

THE BIG RED DOG AND THE LITTLE BITTY WOG

While we were in NJ for Mother's Day (pictures to follow soon), The Wog met Clifford the Big Red Dog. She is fearless of furries, as evidenced by her recent meetings with the Easter Bunny and a giant duck (pictures also to follow.) She loves dogs. So a big red dog? Total delight!

Here she is, with her Minnie, trying to get some face-time with Clifford. Alas, he had other engagements.

THE WOG STRIKES BACK

The Wog has been up to lots and lots since we last wrote. (My computer and Blogger were not cooperating with each other, but the problem has since been fixed.)

More is coming soon, but because we've been gone so long, here's a small dose of cuteness to hold readers over:

RETURN OF THE WOG