On New Year's Eve, we didn't do much. We kind of hung around the house. This year for New Year's Eve, we hosted Eric's parents and Aunt Teri. We'd had them over last year, and it was so fun. The kids were happy, stayed up playing, we played games watch movies. Why wouldn't we want to do that again? Even though it was the 4th time hosting people since School got out, we were excited.
What a spread!
We made Cheese Fondue, using brie and a bit of swiss, and a splash of wine. Divine! We had veggies, apples and bread to dip into it. Now since Dad (Grandpa) isn't really one for froofroo, he wanted some Chicken Nuggets, and they had a deal going on trays from Chick Fil-A. The 8 of us knocked out 2 trays (mostly the kids and Dad) in one evening!
And there was goat cheese, crackers, and all manner of snackage and sweet things.
The Grandparents talked the kids into playing Mexican Train Dominoes.
I didn't get to play the game because I was getting sucked into trying to get a deal on Shutterfly.
That was a failure, so I drowned my sorrows in Amaretto and we watched Die Hard together.
The wardrobe of the day was the kids' new Rudolph jammies.
They looked so cute.
The kids started to wind down.
They even watched the horrid performers on Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin Eve, which isn't even Dick Clark's anymore, nor rockin. Mariah Carey was bad, and looked like she really needed a bra.
But at least we can all laugh about it together.
We watched the ball drop together.
And everyone got a second wind when we brought out the sparkling grape juice.
All was good, and we were in bed, with the place cleaned up by 1.