I guess my niece thought it would be fun to sit in the refrigerator

So she did. I like that kind of follow through, although it made for a lot of “Porkchop in the fridge” jokes.

The best kind of aging Porkchop

So my niece is 10 months old today. Happy arbitrary milestone, Porkchop! She is, of course, the most adorable child on the planet, and I have the photographic evidence to back this up.

Yesterday at church, she and her brother, the also adorable Satanski, were dedicated. It’s similar to a christening, but with some Baptist weirdness thrown in for good measure. Most of the pictures below were taken at their church, with the exception of the first one, which is my favorite picture of her and was taken at my house.

Living the porcine dream

As a rule, I try not to be jealous of infants, despite the fact that there are many people in their lives who consent to entertain them, lug them around, and basically exist just to meet their needs. That’s coupled with an extremely limited ability to communicate, very limited mobility, and no Internet. So I’m on Team Auntie.

Still, when I see pictures like this, it’s difficult to say that I definitely have it better than my Porkchop. The kid just had her first ever bath, and already she knows how to wear her robe and slippers with panache, looking as relaxed as Hef after Jacuzzi time. Ew. Sorry. Anyway, I am at work, not at home, and wearing actual clothing, not a nice fluffy robe.

I’m going to have to call this one a victory for Team Porkchop.

You’re never too young to shill for your family

This is what Porkchop is wearing right now. I didn’t buy it, and it isn’t true, but I do appreciate that she’s already trying to help me protect my interests.

Why didn’t I know this???

Over the last few weeks, I have come to realize that it is infinitely easier to make a baby a sweater than a blanket. Why did I have to make so many baby blankets before braving a sweater???? I may never make another blanket again. I feel like I should make sweaters for all of those babies and now-toddlers for who m I never got around to making blankets.

I made Porkchop a cute little sweater for her baby shower (the only picture I have is pretty awful, so I’m not posting it here), but wasn’t 100% in love with it as a first effort. There had been another sweater from that same pattern book that I would have liked to make, but I lost the book, and it wasn’t a huge enough priority to buy it again. Coincidentally, a woman in my knitting group had a stitch pattern that I liked, and I just decided that what worked for her scarf would work equally well for my next sweater.

So far, so good. Maybe I’ve found something to do with all that excess yarn I’ve been collecting over the years…

Too much awesomeness

Last week was a good one in the Nonsensical family. My nephew, Satanski, turned six, and Porkchop, his little sister, made a surprise appearance three weeks early. She’s like a tiny doll (at not quite five pounds, she doesn’t even feel real), and is way too easy to knit/shop for. Other people’s kids are the bomb.