Written By: Hope Jennings
My daughter was a great baby, but I was a hot mess. Exhausted, clueless, terrified, panicky, and continuously questioning my life choices about sums up those first few months.
My daughter is fast approaching 5, so now I'm one of those well-intentioned-on-the-verge-of-getting-shanked-in-the-kidneys strangers who laments the passing of time. One day, it's sponge baths in the sink and the next you're cleaning "dora the explorer" training toothpaste spittle off of the bathroom mirror.