Monday, January 15, 2007
THE WOG FINDS THE "F"
The Wog knows her letters! Here she is, finding the "F." (As you can see, The Wog's father is quite pleased by this development.)
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
A DIRTY WOG (or THE REASON WHY WE HAVE A TEMPORARY BAN ON MARKERS IN OUR HOUSEHOLD)
The Wog was sitting in her high chair coloring while I folded laundry in the neighboring room. I heard her say, "I color face!" I instantly dropped the towel I was folding and high-tailed it to her, but I was too late!
THE LITERWOGGY
The Wog loves books! Her current favorites are the Froggy series (featuring baby sister Polliwogilina), Harry the Dirty Dog (requested as such: "Dirty Dog! Dirty Dog!"), and Peek-A-Boo Christmas. Here she is with her father during their nighttime routine.
Last night she woke up distraught in the middle of the night. I went in to get her back down and asked if she wanted me to tuck her in; she responded, "No! Daddy!"
Last night she woke up distraught in the middle of the night. I went in to get her back down and asked if she wanted me to tuck her in; she responded, "No! Daddy!"
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
WOGGY NEW YEAR!
Our return flight on New Year's Eve was in Boston, so we decided to revisit our days as city folk and spend the night. We checked out the Boston Aquarium and The Wog enjoyed looking at all the fish. I enjoyed the cute little penguins, who look remarkably like Piglet.
No, The Wog did not come to fisticuffs with a penguin. The redness in and around her right eye is the result of an unfortunate chopstick-to-the-eye during our Korean lunch in Chinatown. (The Wog got her second-ever haircut in NJ, and we think it's quite fetching.)
No, The Wog did not come to fisticuffs with a penguin. The redness in and around her right eye is the result of an unfortunate chopstick-to-the-eye during our Korean lunch in Chinatown. (The Wog got her second-ever haircut in NJ, and we think it's quite fetching.)
NOW BRING US SOME WOGGY PUDDING
On Christmas morning, The Wog and her father were both bleary-eyed:
The Wog perked up to feed her new baby doll. She definitely gets that presents are good, although she's more into the unwrapping then what's inside the package.
We had quite a full house, which was slightly chaotic but entirely fun. The Wog immensely enjoyed playing with her cousins. Here she is hanging out with Holly:
This was a modified version of "Ring Around the Rosy," performed to the tune of "I'm a Little Teapot."
The Wog lost an item of clothing every hour or so. By the day's conclusion, she was down to her diaper.
Quite a hug:
The Wog and her Minnie decompress from the festivities:
The Wog perked up to feed her new baby doll. She definitely gets that presents are good, although she's more into the unwrapping then what's inside the package.
We had quite a full house, which was slightly chaotic but entirely fun. The Wog immensely enjoyed playing with her cousins. Here she is hanging out with Holly:
This was a modified version of "Ring Around the Rosy," performed to the tune of "I'm a Little Teapot."
The Wog lost an item of clothing every hour or so. By the day's conclusion, she was down to her diaper.
Quite a hug:
The Wog and her Minnie decompress from the festivities:
TWAS THE WOG BEFORE CHRISTMAS...
We have a lot of catching up to do! The Wog and I just got back in town from a week's visit in NJ with her Minnie, Pop-Pop and Aunt "Whuh-Beth." The Wog packed lots of fun and activities into her holiday week, and came home full of new words and ideas.
For the first time in The Wog's three Christmases, we have not moved in the month of December. Hence, her first at-home Christmas tree! I went all out with the decking of the halls. (But I guess my version of "all out" differs from The Wog's father's version of "all out" since he returned home from work that evening and asked where all the decorations were.)
We do an all-pink pig tree. (You can't tell from the picture, but it has all pink lights):
The score, after one day with decorations up and out, was The Wog: 4; Ornaments: 0. I learned to move them out of reach. Here she is, plotting her next attack.
The Wog is a lover of all creatures great and small. Unfortunately, most of them do not love her back. My parents' sweet, old lady dog, Maggie, is best described by my uncle (and oft-repeated by his grandson Peter) as, "blind in one eye and can't see out of the other." After we returned from Christmas Eve dinner, The Wog was quite pleased to see Maggie. Here's a sequence of the two together.
Maggie can run (or hobble, as the case may be), but she cannot hide.
Here she is, being inspected by flashlight:
Our pretty little girl:
Squirming with Minnie and Pop-Pop. (As you can see, the flashlight was big hit this Christmas).
The Wog had been dabbling in full sentences for the past month or so but really got her chat on during the past week. She is particularly gabby when she first wakes up in the morning and is looking to be fetched from her crib. Minnie and Pop-Pop have the room on speaker throughout the house so we all got to hear her throaty little voice demanding things like, "My Mommy not coming!" and "Mommy, I talking!"
My favorite new Wog expression is, "I take you home." This was heard at least three times during the week and delivered to a variety of items including one of Maggie's dog toys, a childsize rocking chair she fell in love with at her aunt's house (and which she attempted to carry with her throughout our visit uttering her signature grunts and groans to let us know just how much work it is), and my childhood Cabbage Patch doll, Ace.
More to follow!
For the first time in The Wog's three Christmases, we have not moved in the month of December. Hence, her first at-home Christmas tree! I went all out with the decking of the halls. (But I guess my version of "all out" differs from The Wog's father's version of "all out" since he returned home from work that evening and asked where all the decorations were.)
We do an all-pink pig tree. (You can't tell from the picture, but it has all pink lights):
The score, after one day with decorations up and out, was The Wog: 4; Ornaments: 0. I learned to move them out of reach. Here she is, plotting her next attack.
The Wog is a lover of all creatures great and small. Unfortunately, most of them do not love her back. My parents' sweet, old lady dog, Maggie, is best described by my uncle (and oft-repeated by his grandson Peter) as, "blind in one eye and can't see out of the other." After we returned from Christmas Eve dinner, The Wog was quite pleased to see Maggie. Here's a sequence of the two together.
Maggie can run (or hobble, as the case may be), but she cannot hide.
Here she is, being inspected by flashlight:
Our pretty little girl:
Squirming with Minnie and Pop-Pop. (As you can see, the flashlight was big hit this Christmas).
The Wog had been dabbling in full sentences for the past month or so but really got her chat on during the past week. She is particularly gabby when she first wakes up in the morning and is looking to be fetched from her crib. Minnie and Pop-Pop have the room on speaker throughout the house so we all got to hear her throaty little voice demanding things like, "My Mommy not coming!" and "Mommy, I talking!"
My favorite new Wog expression is, "I take you home." This was heard at least three times during the week and delivered to a variety of items including one of Maggie's dog toys, a childsize rocking chair she fell in love with at her aunt's house (and which she attempted to carry with her throughout our visit uttering her signature grunts and groans to let us know just how much work it is), and my childhood Cabbage Patch doll, Ace.
More to follow!
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