Now, we move into 2011. And by "move into" I mean we sleep through the big year-turning moment ('cause we're old and sitterless and wouldn't have anywhere to go even if we DID have a sitter nor would we even want to go anywhere because the roads will be shiny icy deathtraps) and we'll wake up far earlier than we'd like and find that 2011 is already underway. And we'll pour Cheerios and spoon yogurt and watch some Sesame in our pajamas. 'Cause again, we're old. But you know what? I'd take Sesame with the warm and snuggly pajama-clad littles over waking up hungover with mascara crusted eyelids any old day, no doubt about it.
Happy new year, my friends. Wishing you a 2011 full of awesomeness.