ASLEEP, AWAKE, ASLEEP

THE WOGTOR WILL SEE YOU NOW

The look of sheer alarm on the Golden Pig's face in this picture is, I think, purely coincidence:

WOGGELS AND MUSSELS ALIVE ALIVE-O

I took this video in a bad lighting so the quality is not so good...which isn't a bad thing since 1)she's naked and 2)it's more about what she's singing. The Wog's father sings this song to her at bedtime; we had no idea she knew all the words so well until we were eating mussels in a restaurant yesterday and she busted out with the whole song.

A DANCING WOG

Here's the video promised last week from The Wog's performance at the little craft festival we attended. She has some serious moves.

"PARTY AT MY CRIB, 3AM"

Day:


Night:


We are pleased to announce that The Golden Pig is already functioning at the college level: he likes to sleep all day and party ALL NIGHT LONG.

HOW TO HURT THE WOG'S FEELINGS

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:

WHENEVER WE GO OUT, PEOPLE YELL AND PEOPLE SHOUT, THERE GOES...

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 Pop-Pop...plus 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: