Since we'd had to rework our plans on account of people still being sick and injured (don't ask), the kids started the party at the water park instead of the ski slopes. With waves and diving boards and slides and lions and tigers and bears, everyone had a blast. M sure knows how to have a good time.
We decided to start making noise a little early, like 7:30 early. Hey, some of the gang are light weights. But it was plenty dark and plenty of fun throwing pop-its, throwing confetti, and honking horns. Good times.
Despite the exhaustion of the swimming, L refused to sleep so she came back down to rejoin the party. We enjoyed massive banana splits, minus the bananas because all the kids thought that was weird, and Patti and Jim joined us just in time. We watched the ball drop in New York from the comfort of a nice, warm home in nice, warm pjs. Everybody cheered and threw streamers and banged on pots and pans in their own special way. And then we rewound the countdown, essentially making time travel our first act of the new year (brilliant start!), and did it all again. And since that was so much fun, we might have done it twice more.
Daddy wasn't as impressed with this brilliant plan. For some reason, he wasn't totally on board and lost his enthusiasm after the second time. Hey, practice makes perfect, right? And what's worth doing once, is worth doing again. And again. And again. Most disagreed with our New Year's Grinch and thought it was the most "celebratingist" way to bring in the new year they'd ever seen! "And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God bless Us, Every One!"
And I add, may this new year be worth celebrating again, and again, and again.
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