In a momentous victory, no one was sick for New Years! Much like a swaddled child post-labor, the lack of pain made the event very sweet.
We started by inventorying each family member about what they would like to eat for dinner. They could pick anything. We landed on wings, shrimp, perogies, and sundaes.
Then, we wrote out the nights activities and put one in each balloon labeled with an hour. We moved up the clock after each activity was done.
We made party hats, opened the time capsule, filled out our New Years resolutions, and ate our picnic dinner by the fire. At the end of the night, as the clock neared "12" we read this book and watched last year's ball drop on YouTube.
Everyone was in bed by nine, including my husband, but I wouldn't have changed anything for the world! Hoping next year is just the same!