YOu too will be thrilled with the way your babies spit their peas out. If you're not, I'd worry about your mothering skills.
Oh, I don't agree with that. My mom had two babies, eleven grandkids, and four older stepkids, and she has never been interested in peas. I have nieces and nephews who are not much younger than I am, and I can clearly remember my mom rolling her eyes and griping that she wished my sister-in-law would stop talking about the baby's bowel movements, because those weren't even interesting when it was your own baby.

My mom went back to work when I was about six months old, and she continued to hike and camp and do the stuff she had done before, and we went along in a backpack ... I went on my first deer hunting trip when I was three months old. We weren't neglected at all but as the two youngest of six, we were very much expected to fit into the family, not have the rest of the family change to fit around us. And nobody ever went gaga over the way I spit up my peas, and I managed to turn out okay.

I think that is how bigger families used to work, and it's a much more recent thing that babies become the sole focus of everybody's life. My mom has been telling me this for years: just because you don't really like babies doesn't mean you won't like having kids. She still doesn't especially like babies, but she is the best grandma ever once the kids are old enough to care.