Sunday, January 3

Happy New Year

We've had a quiet, recuperative few days. If I were going to get sick, this last week would have been the prime time to do it. Unfortunately, I waited until tonight, the last day of vacation, to get sick. Gotta work on my timing, but school this week may look an awful lot like the last week did...

(Note how James and EmBaby are kind of trying to smile for the camera. Jake has no clue I'm even talking.)

The kids and the dog are finding their groove. He's a delightfully patient puppy. It doesn't hurt that they spoil him rotten (see here, watching Saturday morning cartoons),

or that he has the choicest spots for leisure...

Zorak and I had romantic plans for New Year's Eve: in bed by nine and out cold by nine-fifteen, at the latest. However, at some point we've taught the children to tell time, and use calendars. No clue what we were thinking. So. There had to be New Year's Activity. We put the littles to bed, as normal, and stayed up with the bigs, playing games, drinking root beer floats, and finally -- completely blowing past the midnight hour in our focus on the game!

We wished everybody a Happy 12:05, at which point they hit the wall and were out by 12:20. Not bad. Not bad at all.

And that sentiment pretty well sums up our 2009. It wasn't what we planned, and some things went horribly awry. Some panned out well, and a few turned out better than we anticipated. In all, it was not bad. Not bad at all.

Happy New Year! And Kiss those Babies!
~Dy

4 comments:

Amy said...

That puppy is the sweetest thing ever. Next to the kids, of course.

Happy New Year!

Anonymous said...

awwww sweet! Hope you are feeling better! Wishing you and your family much happiness in the New Year!

Hugs
Kathy

Jenni said...

ROFL! The footie pajamas that John (I think it's John) is wearing in the bottom pic? Danny got a pair of those (yes, in his size) from my brother and his wife for Christmas. We begged for a pic of him in his footie pajamas and me in my Snuggie, but he wouldn't have it. He did sneak into the bedroom, put them on, and run out when we were least expecting it--only to run right back in the bedroom, locking the door behind him so we couldn't snap his photo. He says he'll never wear them again and they will probably end up in the Dirty Santa gift exchange next year. I guess he feels there's a age limit for footie pajamas, but if I happen to get cold enough this winter, I might just take them.

Anonymous said...

Great pics and sharing! Your family has great expressions, hence we totally know the pup is yours:) Look at that face. Sweet all around.

What game were y'all playing?

Happy New Year ~ its gunna be such fun seeing what adventures y'all embrace.

Toodles,

Pamela