Sunday, May 27, 2007


Since The Golden Pig's arrival, we are constantly marveling over how big The Wog is. She feels so much heavier and looks so tall and solid and sturdy. Yesterday was very hot and she was lounging in her diaper on the couch, sprawled out across her father; her body nearly covered all of his. She just looked like such a big kid--certainly not like a baby, but not even like a toddler anymore. Without even thinking about the words coming out of my mouth I told Marc, "She's a MONSTER!" The Wog's reaction was immediate; in a combination of outrage, alarm and dismay, she instantly responded, "I not a monster! I Pah-yee!" ("Pah-yee" is how she pronounces her name.) And she is no monster; she is our lovely little girl who, apparently, picks up on everything we say.

Perhaps because I'd called her a monster and felt really, REALLY bad about it, I felt inclined to offer up her very first soft serve ice cream at a local fair yesterday. Here she is, enjoying it. Afterwards, she danced and we took some video. If I can figure out how to post it, I will do so.

In this picture, The Golden Pig is being carried around all Michael Jackson-style.

And here you can see his smoodgy little face:

Thursday, May 24, 2007


The Golden Pig! La la la la la la la!

The one downside of having a multitude of beloved grandfathers between The Wog's father and me was attempting to choose just one name to bestow upon our son. (I always said we'd need to have twins if a boy was headed our way!) Three days after his birth, he was finally given very long name, and we are calling him by the third name in the sequence. We are prepared for the challenges this might present in life--may it give him character!

The Golden Pig was born at 8:07 a.m. on Tuesday, May 15th, weighing in at a hearty 8 pounds, 1 ounce and spanning 21 inches. Eating and sleeping are his primary pursuits, followed closely by pooping and snuggling on any available warm body. Nicknames include: Little Man, Mellow Yellow, Grumps, Mr. Grumpy McGrumperson, and Sweet Potato. (As you can see from the early pictures, he is a little on the yellowy-orange side...)

The Wog is adjusting well to life as a big sister. In fact, we might have prepared her a little TOO well. In constantly talking about "your baby brother," we have caused some confusion; she seems to think he belongs exclusively to her. She had a great time over the past week and a half with her grandparents and we are doing her best to keep her on her daily schedule. Our standard farewell picture with Minnie and one!

Although The Golden Pig is not a grump, he sure looks like one sometimes:

Pictures from The Wog's first meeting with The Golden Pig:

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Saturday, May 19, 2007


The Wog became a big sister to The Golden Pig on Tuesday, May 15th. So far she has taken to the role with great enthusiasm and self-importance. She adores her "baby brothuh" and talks about him constantly.

Saturday, May 12, 2007


A wheelbarrow full of Wogs!

The Wog helped out her father with yardwork today...until the black flies decided it was time for a meal. She loves to pick dandelions, and shows one off in the last photo.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007


The Wog's father and I were just talking this morning about how today is Polly's last Tuesday as an only child. In our hearts we know that having a sibling is ultimately a gift, but we also know that The Wog might not initially agree. Two of her playgroup friends recently became a big brother and big sister, so that has been good for The Wog; she shows a definite but limited interest in these sweet babies, and will continue to benefit from watching them interact with the world in new ways. But there's really no way to prepare her for what's headed in her direction.

We are excited for the arrival of the Golden Pig and know that The Wog will grow into a delighted, delightful big sister, but for now our priority is that she continue on her happy little way.

Monday, May 07, 2007

Friday, May 04, 2007


On our way out to the playground today, we detoured to the little creek that runs behind our house. The Wog talked on and on about the "waterfall." (As you can see in the pictures, she insisted in carrying her pink "baby balloon" with her while we walked.)

She then acted sweet while trying to hit me with a big stick.

The Wog's "Don't Mess With Me" face:

Followed by her "Who? Little Old Me?" face:

Thursday, May 03, 2007


I have no new pictures of The wog this morning--I'm hoping to take some later. But until then, a quick Wog story. The weather is finally changing here--it's been warm (for New Hampshire) and bright outside. This morning The Wog's father put her in her high chair while he popped a waffle (the first of three!) into the toaster for The Wog. There was a strong glare coming in from outside. The Wog sweetly asked, "Daddy, turn off the sun? Daddy, turn off the sun PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"