Everyone survived. I say we did just fine.
Seriously: being a mother is...a lot harder than I ever dreamed it would be. If you don't have patients (and I don't for most things), you learn. Very quickly. You literally become a professional at finding time to do your past times or hell, just basic skills you need to actually function.
You also learn that while you totally want your child to learn stuff, you regret it about a month later.
I really, REALLY wanted Penny to learn how to crawl and walk as quickly as possible, so I wouldn't have to hold and carry her around...yeah. That ended with me literally loosing two pounds chasing her around the house--and STILL having to carry her around. Another thing she picked up on quickly is the art of trolling. Seriously...I'm almost proud of her, but she is a complete troll. I've watched her. She'll be perfectly fine, happy and content but example, if my mother (who spoils. her. ROTTEN.) walks into the room, she'll immediately put on the dramatics, like someone is trying to murder her, just to get my mom's goat.
Then if my mom leaves, she'll stop. She's done it mid 'cry'. Complete with glare. Then right back to happy playing.
Thankfully though, she's been a very easy, adorable child for the most part. Only when I want to do something else, do I want to bang my head on the wall. (Like eating...if she's taking a nap, and I just finish cooking my food, she'll wake up instantly and 'need' to be held.)
She's an awesome (sometimes annoying) handful. I wouldn't have it any other way, really. (Okay, maybe if she didn't try to drool on, climb on, beat on, and unplug everything...)
Babies. What can you do?
Penny Moment of the Day: It's her birthday and she can cry if she wants to! Also...throw cake in mommy's hair...