Our New Years Eve was very low key. Which felt fitting since we are old fogies that go to bed by 9:30. I'm pretty certain having a baby ages you by 10 years overnight. We DID manage to stay awake until midnight, but it was hard my friends. This demonstrates my thoughts on New Years Eve perfectly:
But I digress...
I wanted to keep some traditions alive so I ventured out to Walmart to grab some fake bubbly. This was not a wise decision. I hate Walmart on the best of days, but on holidays it's pretty much the equivalent of Dante's nine circles of Hell. Too may people, too few available check out lanes, self righteous idiots who feel it's no big deal to be in the 20 items or less lane when they have a cart FULL of groceries.. I think you catch my drift. It was the fastest way possible to put someone in a bad mood. Thankfully, I had had enough sense to pick up our Papa Murphey's pizzas EARLIER that day. Oh yes...we really pulled out all the stops on this one. Pizza AND sparkling grape juice...we party hard.
By the time I got home from my lovely adventure, Treyby was overdue for his "Tubby, ba-ba, sleepy nigh night". And that right there is another way to recognize that you are just plain old. When the phrase "tubby, ba-ba, sleepy nigh night" is part of your everyday vocabulary you are no longer cool. As per routine, we gave Trey his bath, got him ready for bed, gave him his bottle and he was down by 7:30 ( I know. We're lucky).
On with the party! After devouring our awesome previously mentioned pizza, I proceeded to watch two movies without falling asleep (an amazing feat in my book). It was now 11:30 and Dave was demanding that we open the bubbly to which I sternly objected. "HELLO??? You can't just open the bottle and drink whenever! You HAVE to wait until midnight. That's the point." But, if you know Dave, then you know that tradition means nothing to him, so we opened the bubbly at 11:45 and took a sip (gasp). We did however keep tradition alive by having our usual yearly review where we discuss our favorite and least favorite times of the year. There was talk of happy times (Trey's birth, a memory I relive often; new jobs, graduation (go Adam)!, and not so happy times (all-nighters with Trey, the weeks of recovery after Trey's birth, hard days at work)...I had been struggling all day with this feeling of being old and lame. It's not that I really cared that we didn't have plans (we've never been into big parties), I just kept thinking, "Geez, we're only in our mid-twenties and we're already to that "we're too old for holidays like this" phase." It really shouldn't have bothered me, but it did.
Just as I finished my bubbly, Trey started to stir, as if he knew he needed to wake up to celebrate with us. I went through the usual routine of changing him and feeding him and just as midnight struck, he layed his head on my chest all baby snuggly like (something he'll rarely do now because he's too big for snuggles or whatever...) :) And in that moment I knew that I was right where I needed to be, doing exactly what I needed to be doing: ringing in the new year with my baby. I may go to bed by 9:30, use baby talk, and be covered in spit up, boogers and poop more often than I'd like to admit, but I wouldn't change anything about my life right now. Happy New Years everyone. I don't know how we're going to top 2014, but every new year seems to find a way.
By the time I got home from my lovely adventure, Treyby was overdue for his "Tubby, ba-ba, sleepy nigh night". And that right there is another way to recognize that you are just plain old. When the phrase "tubby, ba-ba, sleepy nigh night" is part of your everyday vocabulary you are no longer cool. As per routine, we gave Trey his bath, got him ready for bed, gave him his bottle and he was down by 7:30 ( I know. We're lucky).
On with the party! After devouring our awesome previously mentioned pizza, I proceeded to watch two movies without falling asleep (an amazing feat in my book). It was now 11:30 and Dave was demanding that we open the bubbly to which I sternly objected. "HELLO??? You can't just open the bottle and drink whenever! You HAVE to wait until midnight. That's the point." But, if you know Dave, then you know that tradition means nothing to him, so we opened the bubbly at 11:45 and took a sip (gasp). We did however keep tradition alive by having our usual yearly review where we discuss our favorite and least favorite times of the year. There was talk of happy times (Trey's birth, a memory I relive often; new jobs, graduation (go Adam)!, and not so happy times (all-nighters with Trey, the weeks of recovery after Trey's birth, hard days at work)...I had been struggling all day with this feeling of being old and lame. It's not that I really cared that we didn't have plans (we've never been into big parties), I just kept thinking, "Geez, we're only in our mid-twenties and we're already to that "we're too old for holidays like this" phase." It really shouldn't have bothered me, but it did.
Just as I finished my bubbly, Trey started to stir, as if he knew he needed to wake up to celebrate with us. I went through the usual routine of changing him and feeding him and just as midnight struck, he layed his head on my chest all baby snuggly like (something he'll rarely do now because he's too big for snuggles or whatever...) :) And in that moment I knew that I was right where I needed to be, doing exactly what I needed to be doing: ringing in the new year with my baby. I may go to bed by 9:30, use baby talk, and be covered in spit up, boogers and poop more often than I'd like to admit, but I wouldn't change anything about my life right now. Happy New Years everyone. I don't know how we're going to top 2014, but every new year seems to find a way.
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