New Year's Eve is sort of a crap holiday if you have kids. (Actually, come to think of it, all holidays are a crap deal for parents. What the???) Really, who wants to stay up late trying to party with a toddler? We initially planned to just stay at home (whoo-freakin-hoo) so that we could put Shye to bed at her normal bedtime. But then my friend Jamie invited us over and I wanted to go but I was stumped as to what to do with Shye. Luckily Jamie has a toddler herself and suggested the brillant idea of ringing in the New Year on Eastern Time.
So on New Year's Eve we watched the Times Square festivities live which made me feel a bit more like the New Yorker I wish I was and we called it a night at 10:05 on the dot.
Basically we are total party animals. Just on Eastern Time.