The year the world is supposed to end

I certainly hope the Mayans were wrong. I watched "2012" when I was last visiting my sister and it still gives me nightmares.  Apocalypses are so much scarier now that I have little ones who I want to inherit the earth. So far we have no overt signs of the four horsemen, but those little earthquakes that came rumbling through the Bay Area a month or two ago certainly got my heart pounding disproportionately to their size. But seriously, world, don't end this year. Sadie's just getting used to you!



These are the party animals of New Years Eve 2011. They were very cute and very thrilled to stay up so late, so much so that they were literally bouncing off the walls and furniture. Jack celebrated a Minnesota New Year's with his aunt and uncle and cousins via Facetime. We watched them countdown and scream and kiss and we got spun around in circles as Ali panned the room with her i-phone. It was one of those surreal experiences where technology has opened so unexpected a door for you, you feel like you are living in the future. Or a commercial. Or maybe both. However, perplexingly, these above photos are the only one I took all night. What does it say about me that I only get photos of the kids and none of the adults, indulging in fondu, toasting the midnight hour, drinking ill-advised drinks out of hurricane glasses? What is New Years Eve without a couple of these kinds of photos?



Clearly, as the last two years' of photographic evidence indicates, it's not really New Years until I start posing with my glass raised awkwardly far out from my body and my mouth hanging open. But the dawning of 2012 came and went with nary a mugshot. I am very disappointed in myself. My New Years resolution this year is to take more breaks from being mommy all the time. That may sound selfish (it sounds outrageous to me) but really it's an investment in the sanity of my future teenagers, because if I don't reclaim my own life soon I'm going to lose it altogether and then what will these kids do when they want to cut the apron strings and momma's hanging on for dear life?

(PS. For those paying attention, I clearly am not resolving to post regularly or punctually, having already gotten 2012 off to a slamming start of being 2 weeks behind. Stay tuned for more back-dated catch-up posts soon! WahooO!)