Monday, January 01, 2007

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,

we'll take a cup of kindness yet,

for auld lang syne.

Auld Lang Syne--attributed to Robert Burns

We celebrated the New Year with gusto, kicking things off with an impromptu party. What began as a chance for my friend Debbie to escape from being a housebound new mother and giving her other two children an outlet to play quickly transformed into 7 children, 6 adults, a bonfire, a Pizza Hut run and a bottle of wine. Tracy called to inform me that he ran into Debbie's husband Brad coming out of surgery (he's the physician, not the patient) and was bringing him by for a drink. At the same time, our friends John and Susan pulled up, children in tow, to borrow our bathroom (they were returning from a trip across the bay and didn't think they could make it the 20 miles to their house). They stayed too, it was a great time, and a perfect way to start off a holiday weekend. This is perhaps my favorite thing about small town living...where else could that kind of party serendipity happen?

Saturday was also a day of celebration. First for Tracy and I, because we purged the house of literally BAGS of toys for donation that the girls have outgrown. Most of the remaining toys are now ensconsed in THEIR room upstairs, so we can actually see the floor in the den for the first time in 4.5 years. Saturday was also a celebration for Kate because she moved into a big girl bed. She scoffed at our offer of a bed rail, stating "I a big dirl (girl) an' I don' need dat". She slept through the night without incident and is so proud of this as well as her almost exclusive move to "un'wear". She's so cute, walking around muttering under her breath about "hewwo kitty un'wear", "big dirl bed", and "I so gwown-up".

Sunday we started the great Christmas Decoration Purge. I always dread this, and there is still so much to do. It's a depressing process. I am very much a sunshine and outdoors kinda girl, and the end of the Holidays signals the beginning of a vast stretch of endless dreary days. I feel like hibernating (translation: eating and sleeping) until spring. This is always a hard time of year for me, but particularly so now that we have children because where we live is so isolated that there is not much entertainment. Winter days can seem endless on the Shore. Thank god for craft supplies or I wouldn't survive 'til spring!

Sunday night we went to our friends John and Susan's for a New Year's dinner party. Pretty cool to sit on their back porch and listen to the ocean bring in the New Year. We were home at 2 and the girls were up at 6:30 so you can bet that we are pretty tired and a litte hung over today! Hope all of you are feeling better than I am and are having a great start to 2007.


NCArthurs said...

Okay, so I'm emotional and weepy enough since Pat left for Iowa yesterday...your post made me cry! Especially the picture of so many dear friends toasting in a year that will take us even further away. See? Now I'm making myself cry! Better stop writing now, but I promise not to be so maudlin again.

The Turmanators said...

I'm calling you during naptime, but no promises I won't get weepy either.

Deana said...

I love impromtu parties. They always seem to be the most fun. How nice it would have been to have ushered in the New Year with the sounds of the ocean. It couldn't get much better than that! I love the girl's pictures, as always, how sweet that she moved to her big bed!