I really don't think Aimee is in anyway out of line or being unkind. Seriously.

Susan, there are challenges I had growing up that I wish my parents had paid attention to, and done something, anything, about. So I am very much behind every effort you take to ensure that stuff gets dealt with. Taking the effort to get Annabelle the right care as soon as possible is a good thing. But remember that, developmentally, a couple months seems longer to your mother's heart than it is to her growing mind. If the best care you can get for your daughter takes a while to come through, it will still be helpful. She's going to bloom wonderfully.

My concern is for you. If the worry you are showing here is just a moment of freaking out and needing to express yourself in a safe place (goodness knows I need time and space to freak about stuff that is less important), that's well and good. But if you are feeling like this a lot of the time, I hope you can find ways to de-stress.

I'm vaguely concerned that Lillian has no real interest in pulling her legs under her ass and making for crawling

When my one sister started to crawl she'd drag one leg. Once the doctor said the muscles, etc. were fine it was funny as hell. We have old super eights with my aunt singing a song about a peg-leg pirate baby.

I worry that Em is too skinny even though I have watched her put away 2 whole hot dogs, an entire serving of diced peaches, a bunch of carrots, and 2 veggie wagon wheels.

In about 5 minutes.

I was an early talker, and an early walker, but I never did manage coordination.

That my whole family STILL thinks this is funny doesn't help. Thursday, after I'd fumbled my knife, my sister was remembering the time I stumbled into every laundry basket in the living room and my dad followed behind, being Mr Mimic. They don't get why this makes me cranky, because to them, comedy gold.

What are other mothers worried about?

My son is never going to learn to turn his bloody homework IN, is going to give up on himself, and will turn into an unhappy adult rather than the radiantly happy person he can be.

Not that I'm overreacting or anything.

We have old super eights with my aunt singing a song about a peg-leg pirate baby.

That's funny.

I also worry because Lillian has no interest in solids. She views them as a peculiar experiment that she'd like to opt out of, thank you kindly. I'll try again next week, see if she's decided that cereal's her friend.

What are other mothers worried about?

With Jake, the oldest, I was worried about what he ate. Like, obssesively. And how hard it was to get him off a bottle, which he loved with an unholy passion. And then I was worried about potty training, because I'd never done it before, and neither had he, and that seemed unfair. Now, I'm worried about a whole range of things with him, most of which are actually more frightening than what he eats.

Ben had a modified club foot, so that was my basic worry with him. Were we treating it right, would it have complications, that kind of thing. Now I'm mildly worried about his weight, because I don't want kids to make fun of him and I don't want him to worry about it. And with Sara I mostly worry that I'm going to be able to keep up with her, since I'm that much older and she seems that much more devilish than her brothers.

I worry that Em is too skinny even though I have watched her put away 2 whole hot dogs, an entire serving of diced peaches, a bunch of carrots, and 2 veggie wagon wheels.

She sounds like the competition eating female champion featured in Bust, she's a tiny woman, like 100 lbs and beats the big guys and wins prize money.

Rock. 5 hot dogs for her snack today!