One word would sum up my "former" New Year's Eve Evenings ...
Puking.
My highschool New Year's Eve was the begining of my "puking ritual" on New Year's Eve.
Hold up Mom and Dad ... it had nothing to do with alcohol. I was a good kid in highschool ... ( unfortunately ... I plead the 5th during my college). My bestfriend, Tonya, and I jammed out to Ace of Bace while we got ready to head into Erie and hang out at my guys's bestfriend, Cory's, house ... along with alot of other peeps.
Until ....
I. Got. The. Flu.
It hit me like a ton of bricks ... and then I was driving home ... wanting my Mommy ... before the clock struck midnight.
Then ... my college years came along ...
Let the good times roll!!!
Clint and I were ringing in the New Year with bottles of champaign at the bar ... kissing on the dance floor ... as the clock stuck midnight.
Then. I. Puked.
The year before we got married ... he took me to Colorado ... to celebrate New Year's Eve surrounded by snow and mountains.
That year we brought in the New Year ... in a hot tub that was outdoors ... making out ... in the dark ... with a stranger 4 feet away from us ... watching us.
AWK-WARD!
*what a perv*Then. I. Puked.
Once we got married ... and the following New Year's rolled around ... I carried on the tradition by puking.
Except this time ... I was pregnant ... and puking day in and day out ... no matter what the occasion was ... was the way I rolled.
And. I. Puked. ALOT.
Flash forward to December 31st 2010 ... there is no puking ... shoot ... there was no alcohol this year either. There is just 3 kids + a Mommy and Daddy + ALOT of junk food + some Dr. Pepper + some chocolate milk + a 2 hour game of Uno + 6 games of Ker-Plunk + our living room turning into a dance floor = alot of memories divided by alot of giggles.
And. I. Did. Not. Puke.
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| Breeanna digging into the cheese sticks right when the came out of the oven. |
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| Eythen enjoying the cheese sticks ... a bit to much. |
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| Harleigh already camping out by some of the junk food. |
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| Not really sure about this kid sometimes ... |
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| By this point in time ... Harleigh had been in the sugar a tad bit to long. She was acting like a beaver ... eating a cookie ... |
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| See ... they really do love each other! Even though I had to demand that they pose next to each other ... and attempt to take this exact photo ... 4 different times ... |
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| This was my darn Uno hand ... ONE HOUR into the game. Uhhh ... I think it is time to start laying down multiple cards when the kids are not looking. |
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| Harleigh "cat napped" IzzaBell again. No wonder the cat does not wanna sit on our laps and purrrr while we pet her. Harleigh has "cat napped" her one to many times ... and she has her guard up 24/7 for that "just in case a crazy 8 year old grabs me" moment. |
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| Lucy got her own "doggy treat" for the big New Year's Eve bash ... |
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| IzzaBell "hiding out" from the crazy 8 year old in the house ... |
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| Eythen trying to get the sticks through those itty bitty holes in the Ker-Plunk game. |
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| Crazy 8 year old on the loose ... again. Sorry IzzaBell ... |
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| Breeanna "breaking it down" in the living room ... while we had music jamming through out the house. |
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| Here comes the robot ... |
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| And then the Hip Hop moves came out ... |
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| Like Father ... Like Son ... |
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| I really have NO idea. She was on a majr sugar high at this point in time ... |
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| Eythen decided to become a rockstar for the moment as well. |
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I think I'd like to join your New Year's party.
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