{"id":352,"date":"2010-12-31T19:10:23","date_gmt":"2011-01-01T02:10:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/?p=352"},"modified":"2010-12-31T19:12:07","modified_gmt":"2011-01-01T02:12:07","slug":"happy-new-year","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog2.queenoframbles.com\/?p=352","title":{"rendered":"Happy New Year!"},"content":{"rendered":"

I hope you are all enjoying the last moments of 2010\/first moments of 2011. I’m listening to Erik harass my dad on the phone. They’re about the same mental age. Erik may be a wee bit more mature, actually. Alcohol will pickle your brain, you know. Anyway, one of Erik’s greatest joys in life is to call up his Pee-paw and say all the horrible things he’s normally never allowed to say. My dad is not anywhere near politically correct, so we use him as Erik’s “learn to take it and dish it out” tutor. It gives his life meaning. Ha.<\/p>\n

We have a bottle of champagne in the fridge and are trying to stay up late enough to see in the new year. Hopefully the kids will miss the fun because they’ll be fast asleep. We shall see what Miss Elsa decides to do.<\/p>\n

I only have one goal\/resolution for the new year: keep on top of my pictures! I am going through our 2011 calendar and writing “take care of pictures” on the first Sunday of each month. If I can do that, my life will be a lot easier later on. If it’s scheduled in maybe I can do it. I think it’s easier to reach a goal if you have a specific schedule\/plan so here’s hoping next year’s photo book is easy-peasy because I do it in stages instead of one huge nightmarish week in December.<\/p>\n

We hosted a little MOMS Club New Years party today, which was pretty fun. Erik is quite the host. As soon as he found out we were having a party (I didn’t tell him about it sooner in case it didn’t pan out) he started planning what we would serve, how we would serve it, what we would use for a center piece and what games we would play. (Fruit snacks, clementines, and broccoli served on blue plates with a pumpkin center piece that he made for Thanksgiving. We were supposed to limbo, but ended up dancing to his favorite Swedish 80s tunes).<\/p>\n

Who is this child? Where did he come from? When I was five I wouldn’t have had a clue that you were supposed to plan a menu and a center piece and games and all that for a party. Of course, when I was five the only parties I’d ever been to were McDonald’s birthday parties. Do you remember those? A dollar a kid and you got a sundae and free entertainment in the form of an old lady worker (looking back, the old lady worker was probably a 16 year old kid).<\/p>\n

My mom rarely socialized with anyone, so we never went to potlucks, parties or playdates. Erik is having a very different childhood. I don’t know if that’s why he knows and is excited to plan a party or if it is part of his innate social acumen. Probably a combination of both. It cracks me up when he asks the guests if they enjoyed themselves and tells them he hopes they will come again.<\/p>\n

I saw Grain Damaged<\/a> do this little thing and really liked it:<\/p>\n

One of the first pictures and last pictures of 2010 (obviously Elsa’s is from April, not January).<\/p>\n

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What happened to my chubby-cheeked little boy? He looks so grown up and mature these days. <\/p>\n

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(Five days old)
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\"Maryland<\/a>
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She became a little person!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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