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!

"OH NO, MY PURSE!"

The Wog received a Cinderella Barbie and a purse (amongst other things like books and clothes and stickers--she is beloved!) from her Minnie and Pop-Pop for Valentine's Day. She has been stuffing the purse with anything and everything she can find; as her father pointed out, she probably thinks that's what you do with a purse, based on the contents of mine. Sometimes naked Barbie fits in the purse (because she's always naked), but sometimes she doesn't make the cut, and gets stuffed in a boot instead.

The Wog received this care package on Saturday morning and has pretty much had either the purse, the Barbie, or both with her at all times. She calls the Barbie her "princess." And if she realizes she's without one or the other she is prone to exclaiming with great concern, "Oh no! My purse! (pronounced "pursh")"






(This is not the finest representation of the status of our living room, but--alas--it is likely the most accurate.)

(NON)STILL LIFE WITH (MANDARIN) ORANGES

The Wog loves her mandarin oranges. Notice how she's clutching the container. While she knows the specific names for many fruits--whole oranges ("on-jan-jas"), grapes, bananas, apples, etc.--she has some confusion when it comes to the packaged mandarin oranges; she thinks these, and these alone, are "fruit." We are trying to convince her otherwise.

These pictures are taken pre-Storytime, when I'm trying to fill her up with as much food as possible to prevent her from going around begging food off of all the other mothers. It never works. Some of these pictures were taken pre-oranges and some taken post-oranges; luckily, the Mac's software allows me to digitally remove the orange chunks from her chin!

"GO SLEEP!.....WAKE UP!"

The Wog's new favorite game (aside from "Tickle me!") is "Go sleep!...Wake up!" If she finds me or her father having a little rest on the couch, she commands us to "Go sleep!" We close our eyes upon which she immediately demands, "Wake up!" This game can go on forever, and The Wog is quite a little task master about it. Here she is, engaged in a rousing game of "Go sleep....Wake up!" with her father.

In these pictures, she inspects his eyes closely to make sure he's really "asleep."






Mid-"Wake up!":



Daddy gets kisses for playing along.

WOGGY LOU RETTON

The Wog attended her very first gymnastics class this morning! I couldn't handle the camera during the class (maybe one of these weeks) but I took some pictures of her stretching in preparation before we left. She loved the class! She balanced on the beam, swung (with some help) from a rope, walked over the mini-vault, and bounced on the little trampoline. We're already looking forward to next week's class!







Some close-ups of the pretty: