Everyone came to our house for Thanksgiving, including my mom and dad. We took family pictures and lots of pictures of Nathaniel. He's a sweet baby that gets LOTS of attention.

We got a four-generation picture with my dad. He was so thrilled. He has a four-generation picture of my sister when she was two years old, himself, his mother and grandmother.

The get-together was hard on my older married daughter because so much attention was on the baby. I had a heart-to-heart talk with her about it. She had a bit of an attitude. In the end, she admitted her attitude stank. She and her husband have waited to have children because she was married at a young age. Right when she felt ready to have children, her sister announced she was pregnant. (There's always been a bit of rivalry between the two.) It completely turned her off to having kids. She didn't want to fuss over her sister's baby or any baby for that matter. She didn't feel all fluttery over babies.

I felt the same way before I had children. I never really wanted to hold everyone's babies. But when I got my own--it was a completely different matter. I loved holding my babies. I loved nursing them. I loved playing with them and cooing to them and all the disgusting things parents do with their own children. I did it without guilt--because they were MY babies after all!  It was completely different! I related that to my daughter, and she hesitatingly agreed that it might be different when she got her own.

The primary advice I gave her was that it wasn't fair to her husband not to have children when she and her husband agreed to have children before they were married. She has a friend who changed her mind about having children after they were married, and my daughter has always thought that was a really dirty deal. So I gently reminded dd of this fact. Set a time limit on when you will have children, I said,  and do it! You'll change your mind about kids when they are your own. Believe me!