In the Van Sciver family that I grew up in, New Year's Eve was a party! Eating, and eating, and eating, and playing games, and watching movies...and at midnight, all 11 of us on the front porch with pots, pans, and spoons, banging the heck out of everything and screaming, "Happy New Year!" This seemed a worthy tradition to continue in my own family, and the older my kids get the more they look forward to it. So, neighbors? Sorry. Happy New Year to you!
The night was interesting. Caitlin and Sean are still in Hawaii, but my kids were here. We had a feast for dinner, and then some extraordinary brownies with peppermint ice cream and chocolate sauce for dessert. We watched George C. Scott blow us away as the finest Ebeneezer Scrooge EVER, we played some Olympic-caliber ping-pong, and as the night waned and irritability set in, we pulled out the karaoke! The down side to the night was that Conor fell and cut his forehead open on the corner of a drawer and there was blood everywhere. Everywhere! Thank goodness Daddy was home to help Mommy not freak out.
Today begins a new year, and I love it! I have three main resolutions this year, which I'll save for another post, but I feel very optimistic about 2008. I think it all goes up from here! I hope for you too!