Every year we have a neighborhood party. Seeing how this was the first time since we moved in (5 years ago) that I wasn't pregnant or nursing, I figured it was our turn to host.
Joining us this year was a new friend...Mr. Jello Shot...he was kind to all.
At 10:00 pm we celebrated St. John's New Years for those kiddos that needed to crash. Between the sparklers, the snaps, the horns, and the screaming...we were just as bad as our college student neighbors.
Again...the details are fuzzy...but at some point we started an Irish sing along in the kitchen thanks to our guests from across the pond.
Phil gave everyone a piece of paper and had them write down a word that will be meaningful for them in 2012. This turned out to be quite the hit and we got some very interesting responses.
By the end of the night my boys were completely kicked. They threw everyone out of their room and posted this sign out the door. Ba humbug.
They say that your year is determined by what you're doing at midnight on New Year's - here's hoping that 2012 turns out to be as much fun as that night (minus the dizziness).
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