New Year's Eve used to be about dressing to the nines, going to the city or our favorite local dive bar, celebrating with friends, coordinating a DD, toasting to the new year with bubbly drinks in hand. We lived it up, especially that year in Vegas. Now, with a miniature that comes with a strict 8pm bedtime, we don't have the stay-out-all-night-and-get-tipsy-on-drinks-we-can't-really-afford luxury.
Rewind to 2011: In our role as new parents, we rang in 2012 with a brand new baby. We traded in our fancy get-ups for that distant I'm-an-exhausted-parent-of-a-newborn look in our eyes. Knowing how hard those first days were, I probably cried the whole night. That year, we were up round the clock due to screaming newborn so there was no way we were going to stay up until midnight purposefully! Sleep when the baby sleeps, they say. New Years, we'll catch you next year.
Fast-forward to 2012: After just having got the baby down, I rushed off to take a relaxing bubble bath about 8.30pm and kindly reminded Kevin (mid-Xbox game) that if he wanted to watch the ball drop he better keep an eye on the clock. We both knew I wasn't referring to midnight. Oh no, no. East coast time, baby. But, it didn't even matter - he just looked at me and said Oh, I didn't even realize it's New Year's Eve.
Yep, that's what happens. Babies change everything. Welcome to 2013.Publish 1/1/13
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