New Year's Eve looks different every year in our household.
Last year: partying with the Arthur family on an unseasonably warm evening, watching online footage of the tornadoes which had torn through Rolla, and eating ourselves into a dairy coma from all the scrumptious appetizers and desserts covering every square inch of Maegan's counter.
This year: falling asleep on the couch at 9:00pm. Tom had been working hard all day on the upstairs renovations. I helped him install two new windows. Another balmy, unbelievably beautiful day. Feeling happily tired from the last 7 plus days of traveling, company, and frivolity I basically ho-hummed around the house doing laundry and piddly things.
The boys have coughs, so we opted to stay home this year and take it easy.
At 4:00pm Hosanna and I trekked to Trader Joe's to get our dinner of appetizers. Hummus, fish sticks, pot-stickers, pigs n' blankets, that sort of thing. We prepared the spread, ate the spread, opened family gifts, and then Tom and I started drooling on the couch with glazed eyes. The kids, however, were bouncing (literally) everywhere, and begged me to read to them. Which I did. Then they begged to watch a movie together. Again, I obliged, now fused to the couch cushions, and we watched “Gnomeo & Juliet” on my laptop. It's a really cute movie. After that, a little sparkling juice and then off to bed for everyone!
Our neighbor warned us that she'd be banging pots at midnight. We were blissfully unaware.