Tonight is New Year's Eve. I know, it's a shocker, you all get so much useful information just by reading this blog, don't you? Anyway, my sis-in-law Holly came up with a grand idea a few years back, and we have kept it as a tradition ever since. She is having her annual New York New Year's party tonight. The concept in itself is brilliant: we all gather about six, bring munchies and drinks, and the kids all play together and trash her playroom. (OK, the trashing the playroom part isn't brilliant, but what are you gonna do?) At nine, we watch the live presentation of the ball dropping in Times Square since they are three hours ahead of us, and we scream, yell, blow noisemakers, and make a big ruckus. We all leave shortly after, get home before the drunks hit the road, and have the kids in bed by 10:30 or so. Then we as adults have the opportunity to celebrate actual New Year's by ourselves, which usually means around 11:30 we give up and fall asleep.
Our plan this year is to have me go into labor sometime today and spend New Year's in the hospital with our new little tax deduction, er, bundle of joy in our arms. We will have to see!
Happy New Year!