Here's how New Year's Eve goes when you have kids... "Hey! Let's do something fun tonight. We should try to get a babysitter so we can go out to dinner and celebrate." (twenty minutes later) "No one is available. How about we order Chinese take-out and put the kids to bed, watch a movie and then we'll pop some Martinelli's at midnight?" (almost two hours later) "The wait at the Chinese restaurant was an hour and a half for take-out! Oh well, let's eat - the dumplings are getting cold." (two hours later - kids are in bed) "What should we watch? Do you want to go rent a RedBox? Me neither. Let's watch another episode of Breaking Bad..." (two hours and two episodes later) "Zzzzzzzz..." (rolls over) "Happy New Year, babe. Good night."
Yep, that was basically our night last night and I'm OK with that. I've been to lots of fun NYE parties over the years and had a lot of fun... and while those days were fun, I also really love these days of getting into pajamas, eating a bowl of ice cream and hanging out with my husband while our beautiful children sleep. What is happening to me?! I am an extrovert through and through but this phase is fleeting. Soon we'll have teenagers who will want to go out with their friends on New Year's Eve to blow up firecrackers and we'll be free to do whatever we want. I like this phase of our little family tucked up safely together under one roof.
2014 started off nicely with Fritz sleeping in until almost 9 a.m. (hallelujah!) Then I cranked George Strait (forever and ever, Amen) while I made baked baguette orange French toast with the best strawberries I've had in a long time. I don't understand how these strawberries from San Diego are this red and glorious in January, but I do know that San Diego is a magical place... that must be why.