We don’t go out on New Year’s Eve. Or rather we try not to. Every single year I look at Times Square on TV and try to think of somewhere I would want to be less on New Year’s Eve. And I can never think of a place. Let me think. A place that’s cold, crowded, loud, and doesn’t have bathrooms? No thank you.
It’s hard to go out to a place with grown ups because we have three kids. And although I’ve never tried to get a babysitter on New Year’s Eve, I imagine it’s difficult. And expensive.
Plus, I get tired way before midnight because I am apparently 800 years old. I remember going to see a band with Alex for New Year’s one year and I actually nodded off in the club for a while. That’s all kinds of embarrassing. I think that might be the last time I went out in public on New Year’s Eve.
I also don’t like to travel very far on that particular evening because of the traffic and potentially drunk drivers.
The past couple of years we’ve been fortunate to have friends invite us over for kid-friendly dinners that end at 8 or 9. This year we celebrated with the amazing, amazing Jessica, Leticia, Susan, and their families. It was wonderful and fun and easy. And the invitation said to wear funny hats.
Sam, who is one of the most social kids on the planet, spent most of the night reading a book.
See, it turns out that he loves the books he got me for Christmas. They are about the rainbow fairies. And there are several other series of fairy books. And we had just gotten a bunch of them from the library. I don’t think he put them down all night.
Before we left, he pinned Leticia down and explained to her all about the fairy books and about how her daughter might enjoy them. He spent a lot of time making sure she knew the name of the author. (It’s “Daisy Meadows,” by the way, and a faker name I have never heard.)
He also spent some time letting her know where she could buy the books if she wanted to. “What’s the name of that place we got ours, Mom?”
It’s always fun to introduce people to my secret shopping places.
At one point I looked around and saw that all of the parents were sitting at the table talking and eating while the kids were happily playing in the playroom. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen that happen at a party before.
I think the high point for Quinn was dessert. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure of it.
Really, with Sam reading and Quinn obsessing on the food, I think Jack was the most social of all my kids. He spent the whole evening playing with Star Wars toys with other kids. Repeat: WITH other kids. (Although Susan and Leticia only parallel played in the playroom. Leticia with her blocks, Susan with her army men.)
I couldn’t have asked for more wonderful behavior from all of my children. It was like we were in some magical space (that we will never be able to return to) where everyone was happy, polite, and appropriate. How often does that happen?
It was a wonderful evening, spent with good friends (and the three best BlogHer10 roomies ever!) Also, we were home by 9. Leaving time for this:
It was a wonderful night. I hope that the rest of 2010 can live up to it.