Two Under Five: A Survival Report

Two weeks into this whole “two kids” thing and I’m starting to understand why people warned me. Sophie has been the most amazing big sister 60% of the time, and the most dramatic four-year-old human 40% of the time. This morning she announced that Theo was “crying too loud” and asked if we could “return him to the baby store.” Valid question, honestly.

Two Under Five: A Survival Report

Theo sleeps in two-hour bursts, which means I sleep in ninety-minute bursts if I’m lucky. Marcus has been incredible, taking the night shift when he can, but someone still needs to feed this tiny demanding human every few hours. Sophie keeps asking why the baby doesn’t “just use his words” and I’ve stopped trying to explain infant development at 6 AM.

We’re fine. Everything is fine. Who needs sleep? Not us. Definitely not us. The bags under my eyes are just… character. That’s what we’re calling them.