mother hen

Duke and I weren't certain how McKenna would react to having a little brother. She has quickly proved to be quite the mother hen. She is always bringing him his cap to make sure his head stays warm or covering him with his blanket. When he cries, she is the first to "tend" to his needs, looking at us with questioning eyes. It's as if she's wondering why we aren't responding faster. She's been a wonderfully sweet big sister!