Dear Ethan and Maya,
Last Saturday, you had a birthday party with everyone in the family. Why was it so late? Because your cousin Pheona needed to go on a vacation, so her then-boyfriend would be able to propose to her as a surprise. Her dream since she’s born finally came true. Big congratulations!
Now it’s impossible for her to forget your birthdays. And every year when it comes to celebrate her engagement, she will have to run over to Toys “R” Us. Big big congratulations to you both!
As usual we had crazy cake that will make your friends jealous, thanks to your mother. And toys with annoying music that I will hum along at work, millions of accessories that we will step into around the house all the time, tons of packaging that took your father almost an hour to cut and flatten to recycle, and an age inappropriate Lego set that almost got your father to commit suicide, thanks to all your irresponsible family members.
This year we added Texa, a pinata that we had built together for a month, Ethan. Our very first craft project. A sheep that you gave a name to. Did I not ENVISION this coming? Doing craft together? Being a “Mommy Blogger”? Well, I think I did. Except the only part that I could assign you to do was applying glue. Because, Ethan, any second you were only trying to kill Texa before she’s even born.
You had no idea about the candy part until the party, which was supposed to be a surprise. Considered that you both had collected gallons of candies over Halloween, this approach was totally insane as a parent. And Ethan, I didn’t realize that until yesterday when we were sorting out the candies.
Me: Now you have three candies, and I take one from you. How many do you have?
You: (counted a little) I have TWO!
Me: What about you have 10 candies, and Maya takes seven from you?
You: (your eyeballs was going to drop). Seven is too many. SHE’S BAD!