Dear Noah and Dylan,
You are now five years old and in your second year of pre-school. I will be watching you on Mondays only. Your birthday parties were quite fun but you guys were exhausted. About 8pm, sitting at Lena's Seafood after a day of bowling, mini-gold and go carts, Noah's eyes were very heavy. I told him I was ready for a nap and he said he was, too!
The previous day you both had a party with your mom's side at Bonkers. It was just for kids and she wanted you and your dad to have separate events. They have been in a dispute about some issues lately like child care costs and who owes who money. Business as usual with divorced parents! At your "paternal party" you had quite a crew! Grandpa K, Pam, Rob, Sophie, Bella and Gabriella, Uncle Don and Auntie Kim, Uncle Donnie, Uncle George, Auntie Susan, me and Uncle Joe. Bowling was really fun, but then we had a blast at the Go Cart/ Mini Golf place, too! And yummy pizza at the bowling alley. You got a lot of presents but the plastic dog poop I got for you both was only a hit for Noah. Dylan was pissed off! Noah LOVED his harmonica and Dylan loved his Patriots backpack. Auntie Susan got you cool punching Lucha Libre dolls that when you punch yell out things. I made a list of who got what and we are going to write thank you notes together Monday.
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