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.

Want!

This video, which only the Amish and Osama Bin Laden haven’t seen, has only strengthened my desire to have an Asian child. The kid’s talent is undeniable, but for me, the real selling point is the faces that he makes throughout.

Also, as adorable as this is, I’ve seen it a lot in the last several days, so all of those who know of my obsession with Jason Mraz should feel free to cease sending it to me.