katalopolis - It's usually a FTM mom thing. It's well-meaning in the sense that if motherhood is a club, they're trying to welcome you into it in their own warped way, but you're right, it comes off across a little haughty. I'm on pregnancy 3 now so they already know I'm a total parenting slob GODDESS and usually leave me alone.
Mama Ana - It sucks. I want to give you a big hug. You too, nettlesoup. Really, anyone who is having a rough go of it with their existing children for whatever reason (their crazy age or our crazy hormones). I'll confess it's been a rough two weeks with both my kids. DD1 went to the ER two Thursdays ago for slipping in the tub and biting through her lip and then last Thursday, both girls came down with the stomach flu (again) and I am emetophobic in a pretty strong way, and then last night, DD2 just WOULD NOT SLEEP for whatever reason and I lost my temper and had to put her in another room with the door shut because I couldn't deal with it even after taking a deep breath and everything. When she came out, she was sniffling all through the first two hours of sleep because it really hurt her feelings, but I know I failed some parenting test then and needed to start anew.
chispita - Those photos are stellar, and your cat rocks for holding still. I especially love the serious/introspective face of your DH in the second photo!
I am feeling a little roller coaster-y this week. Lots of things got accomplished last week (until the stomach whatever took some of us down) and this week it's just.....stopped. I chalk it up to finally recognizing that despite the pediatrician saying to "wait and see" about DD2's speech issues, I think she's speech delayed and I referred her to Early Intervention for services. It'll be two weeks until we find out anything about scheduling her evaluation and I need to take a sabbatical from Google about apraxia because I see myself going through the 5 stages of grief. Last night I was mad and bargaining....someone posted information how doctors think it's hereditary and I felt extremely guilty about being pregnant with a third when it was our genetics that hosed our second. Then I was bargaining (with whom, I don't even know, I'm pagan and not a deist) that DS wouldn't struggle the way DD2 does because I think my struggle with her lack of communication led me to losing my temper in the aforementioned room-putting incident. So the rest of the days I've just been a depressed non-productive slob.
Bonus point in my parenting today though: I really wanted to just get the girls some quick lunch and put them down for a nap (we got up early to take DD1 to the dentist for her checkup) but DD1 REALLY wanted to "eat outside" in our pretty little downtown area and while I was originally just thinking, "Just eat your McDonalds and be happy!" I changed my mind and took them to the little mom-and-pop hotdog restaurant and got them gourmet corndogs and we counted cars and colored drawing sheets at the outside patio table. So despite me feeling like a crap mom, I felt a little proud I at least did something.