Rockin' NYE!

Turn on your game show announcer voice now.

This most recent blog break has been brought to you by:

• A Sick Baby (ALMOST out of the crud-in-the-bottom-of-your-lungs woods, but a baby on steroids is like--no, scratch that. It IS--giving a non-communicative person a deep desire to jump out of his own skin. Not fun for him or me!)
• and by Technical Difficulties (because blogging without adding photos is NOT an option)
• and by The Holidays (when you try desperately to enjoy the time and traditions while ignoring the fact that you're woefully underprepared for, oh, everything)

Kay, now that I've clarified all of that, onward! 

James. Does this guy know how to party or what?? 

The big man turned seven months right smack on New Year's Eve! 

You may recall he rung in five months on Halloween. I mean, WHO KNEW being born on the 31st would provide so many celebratory milestones in Year One??

Anyway. 

As you already read, he's a bit under the weather, and my happy, go-with-the-flow baby has temporarily left the building. (Can't wait for you to return!!!) 

Just LOOK at that chubby muffin.

(Here I'd like to draw attention to the fact that I used to giggle at and make a lot of fun of my buddy Colette for calling babies "muffin." 

Then, I met James. "Muffin" suddenly made total baby nickname sense! Wouldn't you agree?)

But I digress. I was talking NYE! (Because Christmas was almost completely overwhelming, and I don't have the energy for that post yet.)

So, some nice (crazy) friends hosted a no-need-to-RSVP, family-friendly (did I mention crazy?) New Year's Eve party. All five of us went, and two of us (guess which ones!) ducked out a solid 45 minutes later. Pete, Elliott and Patrick made it about another hour, but then we were in it for the long haul (no we weren't) on NYE!

Reality looked a little more like this--

Teeheehee! 

These boys were DETERMINED to make it until midnight, and they did! Pete totally fell asleep, I dozed in and out, but Elliott and Patrick seriously made it to midnight! We continued our party atmosphere, with snacks and drinks and a Spongebob movie to help us pass the time. 

It was funny how they responded. 

Elliott started to fade and wasn't afraid to show it. Patrick, felt the fade and decided to FIGHT! 

Never before have I seen a kid better personify the "bouncing off the walls" idea. It came naturally as he ran around the house, laughing and livin' up the party animal role. 

The boys woke their dad in time for the countdown, and well, it was fantastically anti-climactic. But dammit. They made it! 

As you might have guessed, both boys (as well as their parents) were asleep at around 12:02 a.m. 

Here's to a better rested state in 2013!!!