Being a big brother

Well it seems our worst fears failed to materialize. Walter and Mia have reached an immediate understanding.

Perhaps he's just too pooped after two weeks of running in the woods of Connecticut to really give a damn, but so far he's slept through the worst crying she has to offer, has liked her feet and head in a tender caring way, and has more or less settled back into his routine uninterrupted.

This may be a temporary thing. He very well might grow to understand that she isn't going anywhere. He might get less attention as Corrie and I ease back into real life, cooking our own dinners, going to work, etc. But my biggest fear was the mutually assured sleepless nights as they attempt to our cry/howl each other in the middle of the night.

We might actually get through this first month in one piece.