Looks like we are 1 and 4 on the whole family planning thing.
I picture the kids fighting over an Easter Brunch 20 years from now:
Elise, “I was the favorite. I was the only baby that wasn’t a surprise.”
Patrick, “You know I was the favorite because I threw tantrums all the time and they still loved me.”
Michael, “No Pat, I was the favorite. Just look at the blog stats. I was tagged in the most posts.”
Baby 4. “I am the baby. They thought they were done and SURPRISE. One more kid.”
Pretty sure Tim just choked on the turkey and swiss sandwich he was eating at his cubicle.