IN WHICH THE GOLDEN PIG GETS HIS FLIRT ON

"How YOU doing?"


Hint of smile:


And a comparison:


(Excuse the poor quality--it's a picture of a picture.)

WE'RE ALL HOT.

If it's this hot in New Hampshire, I feel for the rest of you.


(This is a post of resemblances; here, The Wog continues to look just like her Aunt MaryBeth.)

(And here, I think the GP looks a lot like his cousin Peter's baby pictures, and also, again, like his great-grandfather, Nicky.)


The Golden Pig LOVES The Wog.

POLLIWOG AND POLLIWOGS

The Wog has been asking and asking and asking to go to the lake. We finally obliged on Sunday afternoon.







Hunting polliwogs!




Meanwhile, the Golden Pig continues his napping tour of New Hampshire:

THE GOLDEN PIG'S OPINION OF THE PREVIOUS POST:

SEPARATED AT BIRTH?

WOGS AND HAM

Our local library kicked off its summer reading program with a band and a barbeque put on by the area's amateur radio club (known as "hams"), of which The Wog's father is an unabashed member. So we decked the kids out in their hamwear and headed off.

Here, the Wog joins the Mardi Gras parade. Her shirt, which is illegible here, reads, "My dad says I'm a little ham."




The Golden Pig (our own little "ham") naps in the sun while communicating his innermost feelings via Morse code:

THE AGE-OLD CONTEST:

Snail vs. Zebra.





I suppose it's no surprise to anyone that the zebra has a slight edge.

A MAN OF MANY HATS AND A WOG OF MANY MOVES

Some readers might recall that I have always been obsessed with hats for The Wog. Nothing has changed!









After observing some of the moves, our friend insisted that The Wog needs to begin dance lessons immediately. Couldn't that be taken two different ways?

ASLEEP AND AWAKE

Sleeping Golden Pig:


(If it's not obvious, the corner of our couch is The Pig's preferred napping spot...)

Awake Wog!




(And a wide-awake Wog eye!)