Meet Isabella Grace

Isabella Grace Jones is the third installment to my collection of nieces. She was born on December 12, 2006. This is her being cute:

My parents/sister/grandfather/grandmother/aunt all agree on the fact that she looks a lot like I did when I was younger. Yeah, we’re both fuckin’ adorable.

The last time I was home before Baby Ava was born, I had a conversation with Isabella about how to survive being the youngest. I mean, I should know – I had two older sisters, and I turned out perfectly fine all right. I thought she understood; however, I was sadly mistaken after my visit home this weekend. She just didn’t get it, I guess. Oh well, she’s cute enough to make it in the world.

Isabella is a brute. I say that with the most enormous amount of love in the world (seriously, she’s my favorite – shhh), but she still is. She likes running into things. And throwing herself on the ground. And tackling her older sisters. And making big, violent messes by throwing things. Despite the fact that she’s been fully capable walking for 5 months or so, she regularly chases those who cannot walk at my sister’s daycare by crawling after them. She then proceeds to pull their legs out from under them:

She’s also a BAMF. She doesn’t like following instructions or listening when someone tells her not to do something. She takes great pleasure in getting in her two older sisters’ ways and preventing them from doing what they want to do. She likes to sit on the picnic table if they’re playing there and neither of them are paying attention to her:

She says lots of words for her age. She also does this super adorable thing where she acts just like Madelyn when she’s counting and taps the palm of her hand with her index finger and nods her head. It’s so cute to listen to her talk and mimic everyone else. She even says my name. She’s never said Mia’s name though, which should be super easy compared to Madelyn. I think she has a secret, personal vendetta against her. That just makes her even more badass.

Most importantly (and most like me!), she’s lazy. After a long, hard day of being cute, making trouble, and just overall being a BAMF, she likes to unwind in the recliner and watch some good, old-fashioned Barney (or whatever respectable kids her age watch) and suck on her binkie:

*Note: She always carries another binkie around with her because she likes to switch it up every now and again (even if they’re both exactly the same). She doesn’t judge you, so don’t judge her.