Hello 2015. I've been waiting all year to meet you.
We had planned to end 2014 with our best friends. There was going to be a "Count Down to Noon Party" for the kids and lots of food and card playing for the grown ups (once all the kids were tucked in for the night). Quality time together. It was going to be great. And then Hannah threw up. Thankfully she threw up BEFORE we loaded into the van and drove 3 hours to our friends' house. But it still stunk. Because with the arrival of vomit our dreams of partying instantly vanished. There was no way we could bring that party favor with us. Instead we spent the day at home. Eating whatever random food we could rummage together. Playing cards. And baby dolls. And rainbow looms. Watching movies. Holding puke buckets. Just hanging out as a family. Which isn't such a terrible way to end a year. Just not the party I had been dreaming of.
Hannah insisted on wearing her party dress all day despite the fact that we were no longer going to a party. So we had the party come to us. Or at least a mini version of a party. First there was dancing. Then there were rootbeer floats (it had been 10 hours since her last episode of vomit). And finally a countdown to the NEW YEAR...or 8pm and bedtime...close enough!
See ya later 2014. You've been pretty good to us. But lets be honest. 2015 is looking pretty fabulous! A new baby and a new career in a new city. That's good stuff. The stuff of dreams coming true.