It's just so hard to set boundaries from the beginning. Last night I knew he was lonely and missing his sister, whom he's slept with every night since the day he was born. He cried every two hours until he finally wouldn't stop at 6am. And now I'm freaking exhausted from taking over. The second I leave him, he cries. He follows me everywhere, and sleeps under my feet (if he's not sleeping in my lap) everywhere I go.

I have to say, he was a total angel on the two hour flight this afternoon from Atlanta to Boston, but I'm not sure whether it was the noise drowning him out, or whether he was really just asleep the whole time. I actually think he might have been that tired to sleep through the two hour flight. Suffice it to say, I was impressed.

He was super-stressed out, and had a hard time with the potty training, which is leading me to reconsider litter-training him, but the only thing that's holding me back is that I don't want to totally emasculate him. Except it might just be easier. We'll see what happens in the next few weeks.

I expect, like any new parent, I'm a little overwhelmed. More than once today, I caught myself thinking "What the hell did I get myself into?!" But I know it's going to pay off. He is really just the sweetest thing -- watching him here, sleeping on my arm, I know he's my little boy, and I know I'll make it through the next six months or so of intensive training, and he'll come out obedient and smart, and it will all be worth it. And with this adorble face, how could I turn him away after he started licking my chin...