He comforted himself, that all parents made dumb mistakes while parenting. All he had wanted was to make sure Boromir wouldn't feel displaced by the new baby, or jealous of the attention the little one received. That's why he had talked to him so intently on how important the duties of a big brother were, how brave such a brother had to be!

Well on the one hand it had worked, Boromir didn't seem to be (overly) jealous of his little brother, and did embrace his new position as big brother with gusto, even going so far to introduce himself as "Bormoir, BIG brother!" to a visiting lord.

On the other hand it had worked rather too well.

And so it was with a sigh and a smile that picked up a sleeping Boromir, still wearing his little toy helmet, made to resemble the guards' uniform and clutching his wooden sword in a small fist from the floor next to the baby's crib in the middle of the night, where he had yet again fallen asleep while standing watch over Faramir.