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.

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.