So, over the past week or so, I think I have come to the conclusion that New Year's Eve, may quite possibly be my new favorite holiday. My 20 something (and single - Hey, hey ladies!!) brother-in-law might have been bored to tears, but I had an amazing time, and since I am the one writing this blog entry, that is all that matters.
I was determined to have a fun family night at home instead of sitting around being bored unable to watch the ball drop (we got rid of cable long ago). So, to start the afternoon off right, Wes and I made the garland pictured above. I did the cutting and sewing, Wes did the gluing, and glittering the hell out of those stars - and anything within a 20 mile radius. (Whoever invented glitter was an asshat, an amazing, amazing asshat. Pardon my language, but I can't help but think the creator of glitter giggled as they thought of what they had just invented. They had to have known it would be too awesome for any mortal to resist, but awful enough for people to curse it on a daily basis).
Then, we made more decorations. I use the term 'we' loosely because Wes sucks at sewing, and Gray and his brother were outside brewing beer.
We all made our own individual pizzas (and to answer your questions, yes, a toddler making pizza naked is totally acceptable in our household, and again, yes, Wes did make a mushroom, pineapple, tomato, pepperoni pizza.)
A fort, with scary monster included, were up next:
We finished the night off with a night cap of sparkling cider that we drank out of champagne glasses and lots of balloons.
It was awesome.
Then the kid went to bed, we watched a movie, and drank champagne out of non-plastic champagne glasses while we rang in the new year.