Last night was probably the best New Year's Eve I've had in years. I took Paige and Curtis to the Grizzlies hockey game. There was scoring, fighting (Curtis: Did the Grizzlies win the fight, Dad? Me: Yep. Curtis: [smile]), and intermissions filled idiot teenagers racing around, pushing giant hot dogs and cookies across the ice. Pretty much all a little family could ask for.
We just got back from our annual bowling-at-9 a.m.-on-New-Year's-Day with Traci's extended family. Curtis loved it. Tate loved it. Paige loved it. And now I'm ready for my first nap of 2013.