We were so afraid to pass this nasty cold on to our friends that we turned down (an extremely attractive) invitation to spend New Year's Eve eating barbacoa with some of our favorite Mexicans.
Instead, we pulled out Risk and taught our children the fine art of world domination; and then we had banana splits. (FYI - I am waaaay better at making chocolate sauce than I am at world domination)
We had planned to put the kids down to bed at 8:30pm and then wake them up right before midnight so that we could all go up on the rooftop and watch for the city fireworks,
world domination kept going on and oooooooon
and by the time our (weeping, hacking) children were brushing their teeth, we knew that the compassionate parenting choice was to let them sleep, undisturbed, into the new year.
Joshua and I did make it up to the rooftop though, where we ran into a couple of neighbors who poured us champagne, joined us in looking for fireworks, and confessed that they had liked our christmas cookies so much, that they had stollen a bag of cookies that we had tied to another (absent) neighbor's door. That was a serious - albeit shady - compliment. And, I'm reminded why we pass out Christmas cookies: because of the doors it opens and the conversations it starts.
So, happy new year, my friends.
if you haven't passed out cookies yet, it's not too late.