Sometime later in the evening, we discovered that the Kid had pushed a chair up to the cookie tray and was liberally helping himself. I suppose it's only New Year's Eve once a year.
Everyone was having such a good time, but I was a little happy when I noticed one of our hosts starting to doze a little in his armchair. Because then I didn't mind letting my eyes droop a little too.
From which you might guess that we didn't quite make it to midnight. But I think being snug in your bed cuddling with a warm toddler is a very valid way to ring in a new year.
Today was equally slow and sleepy. Sweet Husband and I had wisely decided ahead of time to start our New Year's healthy eating resolutions on the 2nd, so we enjoyed the tail-end of the holiday food.
After an epic nap with the Kid--the kind just perfect for a grey, January day--I made a pot of pho for dinner. As we were dishing out plates, I cautioned Sweet Husband,
Me: Don't cut the Kid's noodles, it's bad luck.
Sweet Husband: Like how bad luck? What will happen?
Me: It could shorten his life.
Sweet Husband: Why do we eat noodles on New Year's again? It seems dangerous.
Fortunately, we all survived. And now it's snowing hard, so I think I'm ready to sleep even more, if you can believe it.
If this is how 2014 is going to go, I think it's going to be a very cozy year.