SQUEAKY

When I was a child, my mother's cousin, Barbara, used to say I had a "squeaky" face. I'm not sure I ever really knew what that meant until The Wog came along.







Squeaky!

DASHING THROUGH THE SNOW...

On Saturday we went for a sleighride. Here are the kiddies (plus Andy) staying warm before the ride began:


A semi-family portrait:
Three happy:

One cold:


Unfortunately, I only took my gloves off to take one photo on the sleighride, and it came out blurry! This was particularly frustrating since I failed to capture Eva's delighted expression. She loved the sleighride and the horses, and it showed on her happy little face!

A BEE, THE WOG, AND EVA

Polly's "fwiends" Izzy Bee, Eva, and their parents came for a visit from Baltimore. We were so happy to see them! The weather was surprisingly warm (mid-20s so I'm talking New Hampshire "surprisingly") but we had 2 feet of freshly fallen snow. So we headed out on a sledding excursion, although the snow was too deep and we (and by "we" I mean everyone but the pregnant lady) had to pack down a path.






Eva was much more content before The Wog's father kicked a faceful of snow her way:


The Wog discovered her favorite new snack...snowballs! Here she is, just chilling. Literally!


More pictures of our weekend coming soon!

PLAYDATE!

Polly's friend Chloe came over on Friday morning for a playdate.

First, they did some cooking:




Then, they walked their baby:


By then, it was time for a snack!




After snacktime, the Battle for the Frog began:






(The foot-in-the-bottom was when I jumped in:)


Chums, with purses:

WOGBUSHKA

The Wog knows how to spend a snow day.

WOGENTINE

We were snowed in on Valentine's Day so The Wog didn't get to show off her cute new heart sweater until Thursday. But it was a hit. Thank you, Minnie and Pop-Pop!

VALENTINY

A SLEDDING WOG

We took The Wog sledding over the weekend after our second failed attempt at snowman building. (We're due to get 18-24 inches over the next couples days...maybe this batch will be packable!) The Wog is uncertain whether she likes sledding or not--likely because of the faceplant she experienced our first time out when her toddler sled tipped over.

Heading out:


You can tell from The Wog's face that she's not sure about this whole sledding thing:



On their way! (The Wog's father said he felt like Eddie Murphy in Trading Places operating this sled and while the reference took me a few minutes, when I got it, I got it.)








The Wog walks up the "mountain" as she calls any pile of snow:


The Wog's father took the world's worst sled for a solo spin. (If you look closely, you can see that he has absolutely no control over this sled, and is spinning every which way.)





Giving up on the world's worst sled:


All done and headed home!