We just weren’t up for our big annual New Year’s Eve party this year, so we invited one of the girls’ friends (and her family) over for dinner and had a wonderful low-low-key celebration. Fun stuff.
We had yummy steaks that TubaDad grilled, lots of wine and Martinelli’s sparkling cider, an abundance of chocolate stuff, the bubble-wrap stomp, glow-stick building, banner creation, 2012 word search, and a fun survey that I plan to give the girls each year (I wrote it, here’s a copy if anyone wants one). Then we hugged goodnight, changed into PJs, put the girls in bed, and settled in to watch the festivities on tv. But Ro and Ree called downstairs that they just needed a quick snuggle and (as usual) I’m a huge sucker for snuggles, so they came back downstairs and watched tv with us until midnight. Sweet.
Happy New Year to all.
PS: Do you say the new year is “twenty twelve” or “two thousand twelve”? Just curious. TubaDad and I are vehemently divided on this one.