I just want to have the creative chalkboard power of Little Baby Garvin. I truly do. In the meantime I follow her lead and just hope to one day be as awesome as she is in that department.
Anyways.
New Year's Eve. What seems like a lifetime ago but really was only two
weeks past. We always spend NYE with our neighbors. They are no longer
our actual neighbors but they were kind enough to make the drive
over hill and dale to come to our house armed with sleeping bags and
pillows and a few mason jars of milk to celebrate the ending of the
year.
This
year we had two very special guests for an hour or so, Matt's youngest
brother and his girlfriend were in from Oregon and stopped by the meet
the baby and share their Cards Against Humanity with us. Which we never
played because we are old farts who go to bed early. But. Next time!
We
had a nice dinner. We put on a movie for the kids in their jammies. We
made popcorn and opened up champagne. And we watched last year's ball drop
and pretended it's this year's, which as you can see below, the kids were
just super excited about. The night was calmer than most which was
surprising, but that might be because I had a two week old and I was
sleepy. Or because all the kids were either recovering from a bug or on
the brink of getting a bug. But we rung in the New Year shortly before
10 p.m. and to bed we went.
I'll allow the coed sleepover. So long as there are chaperones. Forever and ever.
Last year's NYE here.
