On Thanksgiving I was able to hang out with my baby niece, Isabella. Cute, right? She’s about 5-months old and I learned that babies at that age are, simply put, basic as fuck. I love that baby but LAWD are they just the neediest little things. I pretty much figured out her M.O.

Musings of 5-month old Bella:

Hey look, I just took a shit in my pants. Change this diaper now or I’m gonna bawl.

Give me food or I’ll cry my lungs out and everyone will think you’re a baby hater.

Play with me now or I’ll take another shit and then start crying.

Leave me the fuck alone and let me sleep or I’ll pee in your arms. And then cry.

I quickly learned why her parents were more than happy to hand her off to me because dealing with that 24/7 is some sincere (so sinsurr) shit.