By Jill Smokler
Author of Confessions of a Scary Mommy
My middle child is the only one of my three who was actually planned. The others were, as I will tell them one day, the best surprises of my life! But, surprises nonetheless.
Being the surprises that they were, my husband and I never gave a single thought to timing or spacing; it simply wasn't on our radar. Had we, however, we certainly wouldn't have any of our children during the month of March. It was a move that only an irresponsible and unseasoned parent could make. Why, you ask? Do the math. March conception equals December baby and December babies just plain suck.
I'm sorry if you are a December baby, it's nothing personal, but you suck. And you know it. You have my deepest sympathies.
Sure, parents may try to make the day special and not do the whole combined gift thing, but it's pretty inevitable. There are only so many new toys a kid can handle and it's just too much to give an abundance ofRead More »from How Not to Hate Your Child's Birthday