Babies everywhere

Y’all, I’ve caught a case of baby fever. Medical evidence has shown that pregnancy in the military is in fact contagious. If one wife in a unit gets knocked up, a shockingly high number of other wives succumb. Let’s not even go to the R&R and homecoming babies. And the contagious pregnancy thing has apparently spread to blogging. It seemed like Valentine’s Day was “announce you’re pregnant” day.

Did I leave the stove on?

But I would like to clarify one thing. My baby fever is for a particular baby (is that weird? I don’t want my own kid, just someone else’s). None other than the future King of England has snagged my eye. Ohh, Baby George. You never disappoint. I follow a great fashion blog of his mother’s and was treated to some quality grumpy George faces on the recent royal tour. And to my delight, Baby George is now a meme. Because who wouldn’t want to see snarky captions paired with an eventual head of state? I lose it every time I see him throw the toy bilby.

Baby George and Titanic. I can’t even.