Happy New Year!!!

 Above is one of my resolutions: a gratitude jar.  Simple.  We write down things we are grateful for and toss them in the bowl and read them on NYE 2015.  Hopefully on a white sand beach, which is my goal in life for the next 365 days and is an odd thing for someone who just flaked on a flight IN THE BOARDING LINE traumatizing her children for like EVER to say, but you heard it here first.  I will get over this shit in 2015.

Other resolutions include:

• LOSE 20 POUNDS, DAMNIT.  For real.  Damnit.  I am tired of pictures of my face poking out from a mound of fat.  See below.

• Read 100 books (again)

• Print photos every month and put them in a damn album already

• Finish Dorothy's baby book (SHAMEFUL, I know)-- this might be kind of a sub resolution of the photo one, but whatevs.  I AM GOING TO DO IT.

• Write.  Something besides this blog.  Poetry?  Fiction?  A goddamn journal article?  I DON'T CARE.

We had a totally wonderful NYE.

We took these clown bowling

 Love Ben's crazy eyes as he set up our lanes.  Yes, lanes.  He and I had our own lane and played 2 games while the kids played one.  It was fun.

 I so thought this was a strike

 But no.  (Dorothy beat me, BTW.  Next time, I need bumpers and one of those ball roller stand things)

 HARY WEARS BIGGER SHOES THAN I DO

 She had a blue slushy like she's a kid and not a baby because she IS a kid and not a baby, but she still nurses 3 times a day, so that totally makes her a baby.  RIGHT?

 We played board games in the morning and again after the babies went to bed.

 Beatrix hung out upstairs while Ben, Harry, Jack, and I played WiiU and watched movies and had snacks in the basement.  During a high stakes game of Sorry, I spilled my champagne on Jack a little and he said, "That's OK, Mommy.  I won't use this hand to pick my boogers."  HAHAHAHAHA

 This morning, we popped some confetti

 And Harry cleaned up the leftovers.

 The we got dressed and went to a new outdoor skating rink on the lake, which was freezing cold and totally beautiful.  We might go back tomorrow even though everyone was a giant pain in the freaking ass.

 Especially this one, who didn't want to skate and then she did-- right as we were leaving OF COURSE.

  2015 is awesome so far-- sleeping kids, snoring dog, clean house, champagne cocktails, completely clear agenda, and lots of football.  I COULD GET USED TO THIS.