Nine years ago, I never wanted children.  I didn't like them.  Then, oops.... Along came D.  The second I had him, literally, I was saying, "I want to do this again!  This was awesome!"  I know that is not the usual response.  Most people say, "Never again will I go through that pain!"  I was in love.  I saw my beautiful baby boy appear and I was never the same.  I got married 2 years later to my hubby who loves my son like his own and we had three more children.  Call me crazy, but I still want more.  (My hubby, however, is not so sure). 

Every year I order my kids not to get a year older, and every year, they disobey me.  This year, D remember and he was already telling me he was going to turn a year older and I couldn't stop him.  So, I tried to convice D that July wasn't happening this year.  I said every few years, the government has to eliminate a month to catch the calendar up with time.  This year, it's July.  I had him going for a while because he was getting upset.... but he said that couldn't be true since July was on the Calendar.  So, despite my best efforts, my oldest is now 8.