twentytwelve

I have pretty much spent every New Year's Eve at my parent's house 

since Cory got home from his mission. 

I am not a huge New Years enthusiast.

No partying like a rockstar for me.

But if I can have one more excuse to hang out with my family 

and kiss Cory on the mouth,

then I suppose it is a holiday that must be celebrated.

This year was fun because Lo got to celebrate with the Zimms 

and she loved it.

We might have let the wee ones celebrate at about 8. 

And then sent them to bed by 9.

We are par-tay animals.

There was some serious dancing, singing, and dressing up 

going on at the pre-party in the 710B.

Next we went outside and banged our pots and pans.

Mom was in charge of the lighting station for the sparklers.

Dad was in charge of being a silly Papa.

And Traci and I were on camera duty.

The husbands got to make sure no one started on fire:)

Cookie decorating was awesome.

It was made more awesome for Lo, Addi, and Dallin 

when Lo dumped the jar of sprinkles out.

But less awesome for me thinking about cleaning them up.

They thought the sprinkles should be thrown in the air like confetti,

and eaten by the handful, 

and unfortunatley at one point, licked off the ground. 

Eew.

After kids were down we spent the night playing rumikube, 

eating lots of food, 

fantasy shopping for homes in South Carolina,

and for the men, watching sports.

To end the night, I kissed Cory and was in bed by 12:30.

I know, I am craycray.

Hippity hoppity New Year and a delightful twentytwelve

to you!