A New Year’s Eve Recap
January 3, 2006
Cliff Note version:
We made a gingerbread house.
We ate lots of food.
I drank lots of wine.
My husband drank more.
Children drank lots of “champagne” and acted like frat boys in training, having burping contests and making slly toasts.
We played games.
We watched the ball drop.
We went to bed at 12:01.
It was good.
Look how happy I am here with my wine.
I needed the wine after trying to help my children decorate their gingerbread house. It hurt my anal retentive nature to watch them sticking the candy on with no regard for aesthetics. I knew I had to step away when I heard myself saying, “What about the plan? You need to have a well thought out plan for putting the candy on the house. You just can’t go and put the candy on all willy-nilly.”
I was informed, in no uncertain terms, that the plan was to put as much candy on the house as it was physically capable of holding. And that if I didn’t like the plan I should have made my own gingerbread house. I might just do that next year. That will show them. Also, the term “willy-nilly” is not one to use if you want to be taken seriously.
Here is the gingerbread house on New Year’s Day, just before my children turned from sweet little children to drooling sugar junkies, willing to maim their siblings in exchange for their fix.
We played a game we invented called Trivial Pursuit: Physical Edition. This can best be described as an intellectual game punctuated by periods of violence. The basic gist of this game is that I read the questions out loud and the children shout out the answers. The first person to shout the correct answer gets a point. After one person gets several answers in a row correct, the person standing next to him is compelled to sucker punch that person that several times while screaming, “It isn’t fair!”, “He is stealing my answers” (telepathically, I suppose), “I can’t hear! He is shouting too loud!” or some variant thereof.
We made tin can stilts and had races on them. Lots of fun. And the two year old discovered that they made effective weapons should someone have the misguided notion that they would like a turn walking on the stilts.
And by the end of New Year’s Day, the gingerbread house looked like this.
It was good.
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