When my son was born nearly five years ago, I was so happy to have a summer baby. Everyone in my family was born in the fall/winter. Everybody. Just a whole slew of birthdays from September to March and then...a drought. No birthday cake from April to August? Whew! What a sad existence. One reason I was really happy for a summer baby was to avoid the whole "when can he start school" dilemma. … [Continue reading...]