We had Kerry, Dan and Jack and Allison, Jesse and Sam over last night for New Year's Eve. We ordered Indian food.
The toddlers had some fierce naked time that resulted in the night peaking, excitement-wise, around 7. They were having a blast with the jumping and screeching and running. But then Sam took a dump on the couch and things got REAL fun for a bit. He did it all stealth-like and not one of us noticed. But then he told his mother he pooped just as Matilda jumped up onto the couch and missed sliding face-first into it by about 2 inches. And this was no small event. It was a steaming pile (with corn). We all put our hands to our mouths in shock. And then Niclas stepped on a wine glass (broke the glass, red wine all over the floor and Sam's clothes) when they were rushing to clean it up. It was hazmat material. Up in arms for a good 20 minutes.
Then things settled down. Sam went to bed around 10. Jack soon followed by falling asleep on Dan. Matilda, however, is made of nuclear powered non-pants and almost made it to midnight. I took her to bed at 11:30 and that was the end for both of us. But apparently the rest of the adults made it well past midnight (high fives, guys) and by the time Niclas got in bed, he even smelled like a distillery. Success!
I'm 33w2d today and still pregnant, so so far, 2007 is shaping up. Our living room, however, has seen better days.
