"YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE DOODLE!"

I slicked back The Doodle's hair after his bath yesterday; his father thought he looked like Jack Nicholson.

THE WOG STRIKES BACK

We hit the lanes with The Wog and a few of her little friends over the weekend. She had a great time and did really well; in fact, I was amazed over how well we were all doing until I noticed the lane bumpers. No gutter balls! Ever!

FYI, it is not humanly possible to look cuter than The Wog in bowling shoes, so don't even try.









The Wog was very interested in the ball return:


The Doodle came along in his Daddy-wear:

THERE'S LOGIC, AND THEN THERE'S WOG-IC!

A couple recent Wogisms:

1.
During the drive home one day, I asked The Wog if she knew the name of her school. When I reminded her that it is (oh-so-cutely) called "Lilliputians," she paused, considered, and declared, "And Pollyputians, too!"

2.
We received a wonderful Valentine's Day care package from Minnie and Pop-Pop, which included an adorable pair of pajamas for The Doodle. I told The Wog that the lettering read, "I like trucks and dirt," to which she immediately responded, "I like princesses and hearts." The key to the gender divide--right there.

SNOW SNOW AND MORE SNOW

It really feels like the snow will never stop falling. I guess all my global warming talk last year--unusually devoid of snow--was just talk. Even the skiers can't wait for spring!

If not for the green shutters, our house might be entirely camouflaged by snow:


Scooby Scubaru is out and about, but our poor other car is trapped in the garage behind the wall of snow that falls off the metal roof:


If you look really closely to the left of the tree, you can see apples:


A close-up:

NH INK

PB&J AND THE WOG AND THE DOODLE

OUR BABY BEAR