Mathematical Perfection

I love this time of year! I take every opportunity to rattle off the kid's ages!
26, 24, 22, 20, 18 and 10. Perfect. Perfectly spaced. In case you didn't know, Mormon women who know have their children every two years. Little Man is a outlier because he is adopted. I am sure if we had decided to continue on in the biological creation of offspring, my ovaries would have obeyed what I thought was a strict commandment, "thou shalt have thy children every two years". But my sanity at that point thought five bio kids was plenty, and we figured we could always adopt if we chose to add to our family again. (Don't ask me what we were thinking, the kids were young and cute and it seemed like a good idea at the time!) But in the strictest mathmatical sense, because JJ's birthday is in Nov and Princess' is in Dec, the children are perfectly aligned for only 6 weeks. By Saturday, it will 26,25,22,20,18 and 10. And then in March, Oldest Son seriously messes it up and it will look like this: 26,25,23,20,18 and 10. So I give up after Dec 8th, because it is all over by then. The mathmatical perfection will be marred by the entrance of months into the age line up. And in case you were wondering, this is the month breakdown age space.
16 months between Pygmy Child and the Princess. (I know, I know, but she was the MOST perfect baby and we figured we were such great parents, so why not? Duh. We learned) 27 months between the Princess and Oldest son, 26 months between Oldest son and Tank, 30 months to the DAY between Tank and JJ. (another feat of mathmatical biological perfection that I am very fond of) 7 years, 8 months between JJ and Little Man. I suppose if I had known how fond I would be of their perfectly spaced ages, I would have tried harder for a stricter 2 year age break. Ah well, hind sight is 20/20. I have until Saturday to enjoy this interlude of perfection.