We have survived the first month of the basher's life!
He has survived his brother's suffocating affection and his mama's 3:00 am breath.
The punk has survived his change in status from "only child: isn't he sweet?" to "big brother: please bring me that burp cloth, and stop climbing on me while I'm feeding the baby!"
My man has survived living with Crazy Hormone Lady.
And I have survived being Crazy Hormone Lady.
One month in and doin' fine.