The Basics of Being an Aunt


Yesterday, I became an aunt for the fifth time. My sister, Laura, and brother-in-law, Tommy, welcomed their fourth child, Amelia Lily Jade. imageI’m not sure what being a mother feels like, but being an aunt is pretty special. I’ve been fortunate enough to see each little one at the hospital on the first day, and the feeling never gets old. I can’t wait to get my hands on them and kiss their little faces! It’s just instant love.


Being the proud aunt that I am, I of course had to post a picture on Instagram of me holding Amelia. I usually try not to over share, but this picture also got Facebook and Twitter action. It was worthy of all of the likes. Within minutes, I got the inevitable question posted in my comments: When will it be your turn??? (I’m guessing the extra question marks were for emphasis on just how overdue I am. Thankfully there were no exclamation points!!!) All I kept thinking about was The Princess Bride…”While you’re at it, why don’t you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it?” I wasn’t mad or even sad, just really annoyed. Obviously, this person has no clue what we’re going through right now and can’t possibly know what sort of chord such a logical question struck. I think I was just annoyed that someone would think it’s completely appropriate to ask such a thing. I’m also annoyed that it would have seemed completely normal and appropriate for me to ask something like that a year ago. Well, now I know, and, as they say, knowing is half the battle.


Annoyances completely aside, yesterday was a sweet day. When my mom arrived at the hospital with Laura’s other kids, my heart nearly burst with joy when they were excited to see me. I’ve learned a few things about being an aunt over the last couple of years.


  1. These kids can break your heart in the best ways possible. If they show interest in you above others, it is the most special feeling ever. My youngest nephew, Fox, gives me the biggest smiles every time I see him. (In fairness, he is the happiest baby, loves people, and smiles at pretty much everyone, but I can pretend his smiles are just for me when he looks directly at me and lights up.) When they stop what they’re doing to hug you and tell you they love you, you die. Heart = goo. Milestones are equally heart-wrenching. My oldest nephew, Jacob, recently started reading. When I saw the first video of him slowly working his way through an easy reader, I nearly passed out from delight.
  2. You can kiss their little faces as much as you want, and no one will judge you or think you’re weird. I mean, they might, but you don’t care AT ALL.
  3. You can say odd things about wanting to eat various parts of their little bodies, and it’s perfectly acceptable. For example: I want to eat his little cheeks. You can insert pretty much any body part (toes, feet, fingers, belly, nose), and it is completely non-creepy. It means love.


I’m a happy girl. 🙂


Meet the other littles in my life!

Jacob Giovanni


Isabella Grace

(loving on her new baby sister)


Micah Andrew

imageFox David




  1. 4 Comments
  2. Amy
    Jun 4, 2014 at 7:54 pm

    Favorite post ❤️

  3. Ruth Key
    Jun 5, 2014 at 12:46 pm

    cheeks and little feet. ALWAYS 🙂

  4. Chelsea
    Jun 6, 2014 at 4:25 pm

    I love this one! There really is nothing like those little people being so excited to see you, it’s the best!

  5. sharon
    Jul 3, 2014 at 4:13 pm

    soooo good Dana! You write with such emotion, it puts me right there with you.

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