New Year's Post...one or two days late

So yesterday, scratch that, the day before yesterday, was New Year's Day and Evan turned 2 weeks old! This is my second attempt at writing my NYD post...the actual day I didn't even try and yesterday I was derailed by an 8 pound noise-maker. I think this time I'll make it to the end, b/c I'm learning that Evan sleeps best around this time of morning so I can get stuff done fairly easily (which is good, b/c part of that involves walking the dog outside to poop). Anyway, here goes.

It was a weird New Year's for me b/c I have held a tradition for myself to go on a big hike with Kite (and lately Mike) for New Years. For a while now, it has always been a special day I have kept just for me to get outdoors and say hello to a new year. I usually spend part of the day exploring a new place and part of the day journaling and reflecting on the past year and deciding what I what to focus on in the new year. This year, we didn't make it out to a new place but we did walk the short trail by our house just to get outside, and Evan came with us in his Ergo carrier. Next year should be especially fun to keep our hiking tradition, with Evan as a one-year-old!

As for the reflecting aspect of NYD, I'm choosing to write this post. This blogging thing is kind of different for me b/c usually I keep my thoughts private in a spiral bound notebook. But, I like this too and other people can read it if they're interested...though I doubt many read my super long ones. That's ok....it's more for me than you! I hope google doesn't ever crash...I wonder if I should print these out on occasion. Hmmm.

Oh jeez...someone is stirring (or rather grunting loudly). Let's hope he stays asleep just a little while longer.

So weird New Years. Especially b/c Xmas was so weird. With Evan being born we didn't really have our usual Xmas events with family and for the disjointed ones we did have, Mike and I were totally zombified. So when New Years came, Mike and I sat upstairs in front of Dick Clark's Rockin' Eve or some such and disbelieved the night was really New Years Eve. To convince ourselves, we broke out the last bottle of champagne leftover from our wedding to toast in the New Year. The funniest part of the whole thing was that at the stroke of midnight, I got to kiss one guy while the other guy was hanging from the boob (and yes...the boob guy was Evan...sheesh people!) I don't know why I thought that was so funny, but it left me giggling for a while.

Here's to a great year gone by...2008 held so many wonderful things. I got married to the most amazing guy; I love him soooooo much! And we had the best wedding and got to see a lot of dear friends, all of whom played a big role in making the day so special for us. Then we got to go on an amazing honeymoon to Baja! So many great memories! And then the rest of the year orbited around the expanding gravitational pull of my belly and other body parts. Finally at the end of the year...Blob of Goo made his grand entrance and sent a seismic shock wave through our lives... our very own newborn king (he who is still squeaking and grunting and threatening to cut this post short).

Here's to hoping for a great year to come...2009 I don't have much to say except YAY for a new president, and a GINORMOUS YAAAAAYYYYY for the new president being Barack. Deep sigh of relief here. It being Evan's first year of life, I'm sure it will be filled with a lot of great moments and a lot of great challenges. As spongebob would say..."I'mreadyI'mreadyI'mready." At least I hope so anyway.

Now, resolutions. Ummm. Hmmm. Well. Since Evan is going to be occupying most of my time in the next year, I've decided its about time I stop torturing myself with resolutions year after year that I can't even get done childless. Evan excuses me from resolutions this year. The one resolution I REALLY need to let go of is this -- THIS YEAR, I will sell a piece of artwork. I've had that one for a long time. And every year, I create several things that someone might possibly buy but I never get around to even trying to sell them. Maybe its a fear of failure or just good old fashioned lack of motivation, time and money. So this year I'm having the anti-resolution and am deciding to live by the old saying...it will happen in its own good time. When I'm ready, I will sell something. And maybe get that work-at-home thing going, but I'm not going to resolve to make it happen, because that just makes me feel bad. I encourage you to proclaim some anti-resolutions this year too.

This year I just want to focus on being the best mom that I can be for Evan, Kite and Tuna and the best friend and love for Mike. And hopefully clean the fish tank out more often.

Here is Evan 2 weeks old!! If you want to see more pictures, you're going to have to join facebook.com, I can't keep up with all this picture adding everywhere. We keep all our good ones on facebook for sharing with friends.

Protesting bathtime!