LAST EDITED ON 01-01-14 AT 07:00 PM (EST)2013 was a pretty decent year all-around, although there were the occasional challenges.
2014 looks like it'll be a good year, just because!
So how did New Year's Eve go? Let's see...
We drove up to a friend's house up north for a New Years party, bringing along Poppy (age 8) since his best friend Sawyer was going to be up there as well.
The early part of the evening went about as expected, nothing eventful. It was after midnight struck that things started to get interesting. At one point Poppy went into hiding and nobody could find him after a cursory search (when you're in a house where none of the adults present have natural hearing, kids who decide to play hide-and-seek can present some challenges), and while we were searching, Sawyer's mom went to the bathroom and locked the door. She soon realized she wasn't alone in the bathroom when there was some masked guffawing coming from behind the shower curtain while she was doing her business on the toilet. Seems that she was "making a lot of loud noises and grunting" which is why Poppy couldn't hold it in while hiding. (And no, he wasn't intending to snoop - the kids were playing a game of hide-and-seek when the bathroom happened to be occupied at the time)
After that, the five of us left the party to head to Sawyer's mom's house to stay overnight. It's snowing outside so that required our full attention on the drive.
2:00 am - Left party.
2:10 am - Boys still very much wide awake, chittering non-stop as kids will do. Already rethinking my decision to get digital hearing aids a few months earlier. Meanwhile, Pene and Sawyer's mom are blissfully unaware of the noise as they don't hear at all.
{waits for the inevitable post that says, "Wait until the boys discover heavy metal."}
2:15 am - "Brae, I need to focus on the road with this snow coming down. You guys think you could not talk for the next little while?"
"Okay, Daddy."
*rapid non-stop chittering resumes*
2:20 am - Resists urge to scream, "STFU!"
2:25 am - Ponders options for driving foot-long nails into my temples.
2:30 am - Ponders how much I could get for Poppy on eBay.
2:45 am - Arrive at friend's house, miraculously still in one piece. Boys have not paused their chitter-chatter for even a minute.
3:15 am - Finally tuck boys into bed after a few mins of setting up things, changing into pajamas and breaking up wrestling matches between the two of them.
3:20 am - Drag my carcass into bed.
4:05 am - *poke* *poke*
I open my eyes to see the two boys, their faces inches away from mine. "We're hungry."
Trudge downstairs to feed them some cereal.
4:25 am - Back to bed.
2014, you guys!