For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
T.S. Eliot
Our New Year’s weekend was pretty spectacular. It left me feeling pretty optimistic about the year to come.
We started with a Baby’s New Year Pizza and Pajama Party for friends, both new and old.
It doesn’t get much better than a bunch of cute babies in their ‘jammies on New Year’s Eve… except maybe spending the evening with a cute geek in his ‘jammies on New Year’s Day.
(and yes, I did get the man’s permission before plastering his underwear all over the internet; but please notice the ensemble here: the Batman boxers, the Marvel pajama bottoms, the Ninja Turtles tee… this, ladies, is who I sleep with every night. He is so cute. You are jealous, I know.)
But before we settled in for a night of cheap champagne, popcorn and Scrabble, my Geek and I took our offspring out for his first ride on his new bike.
It was an amazingly beautiful day and my kid looked so grown up riding his bicycle around. We played on the jungle gym at the elementary school across the street and he was a total monkey on that thing. Then he climbed back on his bike and rode around the block.
I mean, this growing up stuff… it slows down eventually, right?
After the Gremlin drifted off, Ryan busted out the comic pajama bottoms and we settled in by electronic fireplace (thanks, Netflix!) to end the first day of the new year with an exciting game of Scrabble.
…you know…just in case our collective nerd status wasn’t totally sold on you yet.
He won. But by less than you might think.
Maybe this year will live up to its start.
One can only hope.
