I figure since January is half over, I'd probably better post about New Year's Eve before it gets much later.
As you can tell, I'm no good at selfies but here we are...most of us.
Karis is on the other side of me.
We are up on the roof, sitting on doshaks, covered in several blankets, wearing several layers of clothes, eating snacks, and watching a movie while a nice fire burns at our feet.
This off-centered picture shows you our white shower curtain screen hanging on our third-floor wall.
We made great memories, had a fantastic time, and we love "The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe," but after the movie was over, we high-tailed it downstairs to get warm in front of a heater.
We ate snacks, skyped some friends, and waited for midnight.
With five minutes to spare (and no Dick Clark to count us down), we took an iphone to the roof for proof of midnight, and we watched some pretty pitiful fireworks going off in the 360 degrees around our roof.
We face-timed both sets of grandparents from the roof and wished them a happy new year while it was still 3pm in Texas.
The fireworks weren't spectacular, but my kids had so much fun on this night that we've decided to keep the movie-watching on the roof as a yearly tradition. Thanks, Doug, for making this night so much fun.