Chief Baby Officer

Sophie has officially appointed herself Theo’s personal bodyguard and takes the job more seriously than Marcus takes his actual job. She brings him toys he won’t be able to use for approximately two years, arranges his blankets with the precision of a hotel housekeeper, and has established a strict “quiet zone” around his bassinet that she enforces with the volume of a foghorn.

Chief Baby Officer

Yesterday she informed our mail carrier that “the baby is sleeping so you need to whisper your footsteps.” I’m not even sure what that means, but Carl nodded very seriously and tiptoed up the driveway. She’s got everyone trained.

The best part? She’s constantly bringing him her most prized possessions - yesterday it was her favorite bracelet, today it’s this truck that’s literally bigger than he is. She doesn’t understand why he’s not more grateful for her generosity. “Mama, why doesn’t Theo like my presents?” Because he’s three weeks old, mija. Give him time.

I love watching her figure out this big sister thing, even if it means I now have a four-year-old drill sergeant running the household. At least someone’s in charge around here.