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January sweet January
You know what I like about the new year? Putting away all the Christmas stuff. I love getting rid of all the clutter. This is sort of funny since only a month earlier I thought it all very cozy and charming. As if thirty days go by and I suddenly need a very drastic change. I do like change.
We aren’t throwing our tree away until Friday, trash day. But that didn’t stop me from stripping it of all it’s ornaments and lights. So we have a naked tree in our living room. I like it. I can sort of pretend I have a very nice plant in my house or maybe even a bit of the forrest. The tree is still pretty green and healthy, thanks to Toby’s faithful watering and vitamin supplementing.
I had to take the ornaments off though. I got tired of trying to keep Baby Bug away from it. Every time I walked by the tree while carrying her, she would lean way out and grunt “ooooooh oooooohhhh” until we let her finger and grab an ornament of her choice. Thankfully most of my ornaments aren’t breakable, but still. It gets tiring with the constant show and tell routine every time you want to walk through the living room. She seemed to think it was a vertical toy box with all the fun toys hung up for the choosing. Now she can grunt and lean towards the bare needles… not quite as much fun.
The other thing I like about the new year is our weather in January. It’s been absolutely beautiful. Warm days, cool nights… lots of clear air and pretty sunsets. This is why everyone should move to Southern California… except don’t bring your car. Everybody should walk.
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Happy New Year!
Happy New Year!!!! What a wild night last night. I put the baby down at eight, had a glass of champagne with Toby at 8:30, with a meaningful toast about what a great year it has been for us, and then crashed at nine. I am just a party animal.
Riiiight.
I’m so glad I don’t have to feel guilty about not staying up until midnight anymore. I’ve never been very good at it. I’m just such a morning person. It’s easier for me to get up at five am and do complicated mathematical word problems (which I hate more than fish and liver) than it is for me to sit on the couch with my eyes open and watch television past 9:30 in the evening. Pathetic, I know. It’s just the way I am. I always have been. It was really sad during my college clubbing years. I’d go out with my roommates and we’d dance the night away. Then we’d crash at somebody’s house and I’d be up at six wondering what to do with myself while everybody else slept until three in the afternoon. I guess I’m just never going to be the party animal I want to be.
It’s sad too because I could plan a raging new years party. We could all wear skimpy silver sequined tops and drink fizzy drinks from tall delicate glasses. I could make disco ball party favors and put together the best lounge/techno space cafe music collection this side of itunes. I love the idea of a celebrating a fresh new year… it’s just that I can’t stay awake that long. Would it be wrong to put the party together and then snooze on the couch? I think so. So I guess I won’t be hosting any new year’s parties anytime soon.
However, that doesn’t mean I didn’t fall for the cutest little bottle of pink champagne the other day when I was at the grocery store. I don’t even like champagne. It’s too fizzy and I don’t like carbonation that much. (I’m just a barrel of fun aren’t I?) But this bottle was just sooo cute, and pink and little! I couldn’t resist. I wanted to buy a whole case of them and mail them to all my friends. But I didn’t. I just bought one and Toby and I drank it last night at 8:30 p.m. Just enough for two glasses. It was perfect.
