I like squeezing my two nieces' baby chub. I like it when my baby niece sucks on my shoulder when I'm holding her. I like it when I act goofy and they laugh at me. I like it when the baby coos. I like to laugh at the baby's pink cottage cheese butt. I think it's hilarious when my niece colors herself with blue marker (her mother does not). I like the peaceful tinkling music of the crib mobile. I like dressing the baby; it reminds me of my playing-with-dolls days in childhood. I like getting a birthday card from my niece that has her crayon scribbles all over it. I like how tiny my niece feels when I give her a hug; I want to hug her even harder but I can't because I'd smoosh her. I laugh my ass off when I tell my niece about pooping in the potty in hopes that she'll want to emulate me. I like making a mohawk out of the baby's fine, soft hair when she's getting a bath.

I especially like being able to hand them back to their parents when they cry or poop in their diapers.

But life in my family would be terribly boring without the munchkins there to make it fun and interesting.

Their "Aunt Beff" loves them very much.