Meet Aidan:



Yeah, this little rascal is taking up every ounce of free time. Who knew that something this small could poop so much . . . I mean, really, it defies the laws of physics. Regardless, it's pretty tough to deny that he's cute as a button.



So far, it's pretty clear that his favorite toy is a piece of rope. Pretty nice to be so infatuated with a toy that cost $3.49 . . . I'm not sure what I'd consider my favorite toy, but I'd bet that his costs <1% of mine . . . sigh.

I'm going to try to go back in to work tomorrow . . . see how that goes. He's been adjusting well, so time to toss him in the deep end and hope he can swim. It will be an exhausting few weeks until I can get used to it. Having to wake up an hour earlier so I can get to work by 730 but still have time to take him out beforehand . . . having to come home every day for lunch to let him out of his crate . . . not being able to go anywhere directly after work. It will be worth it.

My place is strange without carpets. And with all the lights on all the time (I have always been partial to the "if you're not in the room, don't leave the light on" attitude . . . except that my place is mostly just one large open room . . .so it's become "if you're not in that corner of the room, don't leave the light on."). And it's strange not being able to actually take advantage of a day off and clean, or watch a movie, or play a video game . . . at least not easily. Gotta keep an eye on the little one and make sure he's not running around eating electrical cords, or making a mess on the floor (hence the lights staying on always . . . helps one see the land mines prior to stepping in them).