As I intimated, our New Year's Eve was a mellow affair. I have always been a homebody, so actually being in my 30s, and actually having an infant, is pretty blissful for me. It's like I finally have a reason to be who I have always been.
It was a big treat that several of the L & O's in the two different marathons were actually episodes we hadn't seen. This is rare. (You see what I mean, about the homebody thing...) We had a late lunch, so by the time we were ready for dinner we had to call around to find a place that was open and delivering. But the great thing about our city is that someone is always open and delivering, and we found a diner. (The first two diners we called were not open, to my surprise.)
For the big event of the evening we had rented The Simpsons Movie from Netflix. Co is a big fan who has a Simpsons quote for most occasions. We didn't manage to finish it before we got tired. However, Jo woke to nurse shortly before midnight, so we watched the ball drop (holy crap, Dick Clark has finally aged) and I opened the window to hear the neighborhood's shouts and illegal fireworks.
New Year's Day we hosted a mah-jongg-a-thon. It was our first game since Jo was born, and he did really well. He spent some of the time in his swing, which he has started to really enjoy.
He is particularly fond of Green Octopus (on closer examination I think maybe it is Green Whale? unclear), he turns toward it and even reaches out to touch it.
A note about the swing: I highly recommend this style to anyone who lives in a small space. The footprint is significantly smaller than regular swings, and it folds up easily. We also have a folding bouncy seat. Overpriced city dwellers, take note.
After the game we decided to make manicotti for dinner. I put it together with Co's instructions while she nursed the milk pig. Sometime during the preparations, this happened:
Please note that is homemade sauce on her head. Maggie was thrilled, but was much less happy when I whisked her off for a bath. Jo had his weekly bath (his first in the infant sling from Mean Mama, since Umbie fell off on Christmas) earlier in the day, so by evening I had bathed both children. Neither is a fan.
Hope your 2008 is off to an auspicious start!