TUPPERWOG (OR "DONTCHA WISH YOUR WOGGY WAS CUTE LIKE ME?")

Keeping a clean house is a losing battle these days. (But anyone who knows me will say it was a losing battle before it even began, domestically uninclined as I am.) Still. Tupperware doesn't unstack itself.


The Wog loves to unstack tupperware. Unfortunately, she is not the least bit interested in restacking it. The Wog's other pursuits these days include extricating all the toothbrushes from the toothbrush holder and running around the house screaming, "Teeth! Teeth!"; attempting to feed Piglet raisins, regardless of whether or not Piglet is interested in eating raisins at that particular moment; she usually is, fortunately; and dancing fervently whenever she hears "Dontcha" by the Pussycat Dolls (which she happens to hear frequently since I set it as her father's ringtone ).

Here she is, busting a move and eating an apple, simultaneously.

CORN ON THE COB ON THE WOG

The Wog had her first piece of corn on the cob the other night, and she loved it! I wasn't sure whether she'd be capable of eating it but she managed to nibble off every last kernel before looking around for more.

Inspecting:


Eating:


Enjoying:

PARTY WOG

The Wog is clearly the life of every party.

She seems to think all lampshades are hats, and loves to put them over her head and then wonder around the house, bumping into things and demanding crackers.

AN INDEPENDENT WO(G)MAN

Happy 4th of July from The Wog!