HAVE YOU SEEN THE MUFFIN WOG?

The Wog and her father hit the local coffee shop (AKA "The Shop") every weekend morning. He has his usual double espresso while she has a yogurt and a juice. This weekend she had her very first muffin. It was clearly a hit, as demonstrated by the pictures from The Wog's father's iphone:









That muffin didn't stand a chance.

(Do any Kanderians/Kenderians think she looks like Sami, Jr. in these pictures? I see such a resemblance!)

WOGGERFLY KISSES

More experimenting with Picnik:

A PRINCESS TAKES FLIGHT

YOU CAN STAND UNDER HER WOGBRELLA

The Wog has a beloved Tinkerbell umbrella bearing her name. When she saw the rain this morning, she was very excited to don all of her rainwear and hunted down the umbrella from its hiding place. (It has to remain hidden, otherwise she insists that it be open then shut; open then shut; open then shut. All. Day. Long.) Here she is, posing outside. Pretty fashionable for a trip to the dump, huh?

UNDER THE SEA WITH THE WOG

During morning greetings at The Wog's school, the children clap out the syllables in their names; we learned a few months in that The Wog insists on consistently clapping hers out as "POL-LY AR-I-EL." AKA Polly Ariel. As in The Little Mermaid. This morning we had the following conversation:

The Wog (putting on her best faux pouty face): "They won't call me Ariel!"
Me: "Who?"
The Wog: "The boys."
Me: "What boys?"
The Wog: "The boys at school."
Me: "What do they call you, then?"
The Wog (in outrage, with her little hands on her hips): "Tuna!"

THE LITTLE PINK WOG MEETS THE BIG RED DOG

Our local children's museum hosted a visit by Clifford the Big Red Dog this morning. The Wog hasn't ever demonstrated an overwhelming love for Clifford on television or in books; perhaps she was saving it all up for a personal meeting? Because she was positively smitten! Prior to Clifford's appearance, the Children's Museum Director, Shelly, announced that she would lead Clifford around the room and that if a child appeared frightened or unsure, Clifford would keep his distance. The Wog grew quite concerned and, following the announcement, headed over to Shelly to make sure she knew she wanted to meet Clifford. (This fact was already quite clear to Shelly as The Wog was actually bobbing up and down with excitement.) I do think The Wog was the first and last child to greet and send off Clifford with a big hug.

Here she is with her friend, Chloe, mutually admiring the Big Red Dog:


This little girl was very sweet. The Wog kept introducing her to people as "my new best friend."


The Doodle also enjoyed meeting Clifford and petting his nice soft fur, but alas no picture. Here is how The Doodle spent most of the morning out:


And I know seeing Clifford just may be the social event of the year, but The Wog was not wearing that dress when we left the house this morning (nor are we Amish). It is part of the dress-up section at the museum and--as is her usual routine--she rushed over to put it in as soon as we walked in the door, and wore it right to the bitter end when I wrestled it off her squirmy, chocolate-covered (did I mention the "Ice Cream Social" following Clifford? What a day!) little body.

BE MY WOG-CHO

The radio hasn't been working in the car lately, so The Wog and I spend a lot of time singing. Here is one of our duets!