We somehow made it to the last day of our trip without going to our two favoritest (yes, I know) eating establishments, Ichiban and Froyolife. That took up the rest of our afternoon.
The wild parrots that fly around town, outside of Ichiban:
While everyone else went back home to start on some games, Kate and I went up to the Potter's for a little while to see the girls from church before they headed off to a New Year's Eve dance:
After playing a few rounds of Bananagrams, Brandon's parents headed to bed. The younger kids were already asleep, but of course Kate wanted to stay up until midnight. Just because. (Ringing in the New Year and all that.) Sadly, we have already morphed into old people who like to sleep more than party, and after years of taking sleep whenever we can get it, we just haven't developed any fun New Year's Eve traditions. When Kate caught whiff of my plan to go to sleep too, she guilted me AGAIN into staying up. (This has happened the last few years.) So the three of us sat bleary-eyed and watched a re-run of the ball dropping in New York (as unimpressive as it is every year) when suddenly my mother-in-law popped out of bed to wait for Brent to come home, so we all toasted some diet root beer together. Pretty exciting, eh? I made the mistake of telling Kate that growing up we had a party every year with friends over to eat and play games, and at midnight we went out into the street banging pots and pans, screaming our heads off. Now she wants to do that. I'm tired already just thinking about it. I've got 11 more months to prepare.
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