As I mentioned in Frighting, Feasting & Fa-la-la-la'ing, October - December is a whirlwind for our family. Birthdays, Holidays - all a giant blur. While it's one of the most exciting times of the year for us, and this year was no exception - it's also the busiest. Although we thrive on all the celebrations, activities and events, we always breathe a sigh of relief in January when we get back into the norm. At least I do. Mr. Richardson hates January and thinks it's the most bland month of the year.
I hope readers don't find it weird that I start with a January update and then work backwards on posting what all went down from October through December in our zany household. We freestyle like that sometimes, and this recollection of events in the posts that follow is just how we're going to roll with it while I reverse-chronologically attempt to wrap up 2013. Promise to be more diligent in 2014!
We had a nice New Year's Eve with our friends Tracy & Gary. We invited them over for a relaxing pajama kinda game night but forgot to wear our PJ's, and they showed up in theirs ... *snicker*...
Game night on NYE was also gourmet night as we dined on citrus crab cakes, bacon-wrapped crackers, sausage-stuffed jalapeno peppers, cheeses, olives, those dreadful crock pot meatballs (gag) and heath bark. We always overcook for simple events with just four adults, but my best friend and I love to cook, so it's a win-win for both the armchair chefs and their better halves, who enjoy chowing down on our menu choices.
Our two-year old son woke up at five minutes until midnight and rang in the new year with us. The highlight of the night was when he paraded into the kitchen clutching my pink polka-dot bra that I'd thrown haphazardly on the bed when changing. It almost made choking down that one obligatory glass of champagne tolerable!
It's funny how your party mode goes into under-drive when you have small children. We don't NOT drink because we're responsible parents who set fine examples. We don't drink because we have absolutely no tolerance left to alcohol and one or two drinks makes us want to fall into those long, uninterrupted slumbers that people without kids enjoy after getting their buzz on. Having three kids under two years old makes that an impossibility, and you know what? I'm glad, because I don't miss the headaches or the hangovers. Unfortunately, that one Lime-a-rita and half glass of champagne I had on New Years Eve was both yucky and totally unnecessary to keeping our tolerance above a one-drink minimum, because we didn't even serve alcohol at our Super Bowl party. The Saints didn't make it - so what's there to celebrate?
We dumbed our menu down for the Super Bowl also, deciding back in January that six different full-tray appetizers for four adults might be ... a bit much. For the Super Bowl (really, Denver?) we kept it to a minimum with garlic/parmesan baked pretzels, 7-layer taco dip and sausage dip - the same variety we stuffed the peppers with, but omitted this go-round because there wasn't enough Gaviscon in the house to accommodate the four of us.
I look forward to posting soon about our Valentine's Day outing, because MAN, are me and my husband due for some "us" time! First I'll attempt to catch up from the twin's 1st birthday party, Halloween, Thanksgiving, our 2-year old son's birthday and Christmas.
No comments:
Post a Comment