Once upon a time there was a young girl named Iesha who was cool. She would get dressed up in fabulous sparkly dresses and killer heels and go to huge parties to celebrate the new year. She would dance all night and drink champagne and make a lot of noise with her friends. And then sleep for most of the next day...

New Year's was a bit different this year. We still went out with friends with the same crew we've celebrated with for years. Potluck dinner with drinks. Alas, we didn't party as hard as we used to. And I definitely wasn't wearing a sparkly dress...in fact, I was going to wear a pair of black sweatpants and an old sweater which even my "fashionista" husband advised me to reconsider. I did put on some sparkly gold mascara. Does that count as festive?

We played Wii for most of the night. I threatened to post embarrassing shots of people playing, but I am trying to be nicer for 2009. (However now I can save them as blackmail if I have a relapse and go back to my vengeful ways!) I tried Firefly for the first time (DELICIOUS!!)  we had a wonderful dinner and laughed. Some of our revelers did start falling asleep WAYYYYYY too early. But check this out...

We put the babies down for bed a little late - 7:30 pm



At 11:55 pm, just as we were about to watch the ball drop on television, we heard crying. I went upstairs, hoping to find a baby having normal sleep stirrings. NOPE! Miss Pumpkin was wide awake and ready to play. I picked her up and tried to rock her back to sleep. Instead the fireworks started outside. How could I expect my little Wild Child to go to sleep when there were fireworks? And how could I really think her brother was going to miss out on the fun? Tadd came upstairs and he picked up Peanut to soothe him.  So I celebrated the New Year in a rocking chair with my baby girl in my arms with my baby boy in my husband's arms.

Long story short...while some of the grown-up partyers pooped out, our petit progeny revealed their party animal proclivity

 



Rock on, Babies. Rock on!

Yes, that is a cranial cap on Peanut. He got it this week. Like I thought, I was more worried about it than he was. He tried to play with it when it first went on but it hasn't bothered him at all since. I did pimp it out with some cool stickers, though. After all, even though I don't tear it up on New Year's like I used too, there is still a cool chick somewhere inside!
Fortunately, he looks super cute in the cap. Like a wee football player. Four months for 23 hours a day. Keep your fingers crossed that it does the trick.