my sister, the pit bull

Caroline welcomed baby sister Sylvie on July 17th.

We, of course, were nervous about introducing a new character in the precocious toddler sitcom that is our life. Would Caroline be jealous? Would she be angry? Would she tell us off? Or pack all her belongings in a handkerchief on the end of a stick and go hobo?

We apparently worried for nothing.



She thinks Sylvie is the greatest thing since sliced bread... with crusts removed. She exclaims multiple times each day, "I just can't believe she's borned!"

She serenades her with 50s pop tunes during diaper changes. She holds her and kisses her and tells her how cute she is. She also explains to her that one day her feet will grow big too. Helpful stuff like that.

But the best was this morning when our pediatrician was on rounds and came to meet and check out the baby. After the doctor approached Sylvie and unwrapped her swaddle, there was a newborn cry, and Caroline charged at the bassinet waving her arms and said, "Wait a minute, Doctor. That's my baby!"