It's party town over here! Caleb and I both have colds and it's kind of the pits. Thankfully, Little Pickle hasn't caught it, and is foot-loose and fancy-free. See?
After the many Christmas festivities (and I do mean "many" -- over 5 days solely dedicated to Christmas partying), I guess life said, "Hey, Caleb and Julie. You can't handle this. Here's a cold to prove it." Before the cold fully struck Caleb, he was able to go to the grocery store and kindly buy many medicinal supplies for his sickly wife. So, in effort to make sickness somewhat interesting (and perhaps cute), I made a get-well-soon station that looks like this:
By now you've probably put together that our New Year's Eve is festive and cheery. Caleb can't contain himself.
On the bright side, I've got old faithful to amuse me. Lotion kleenexes and Little House on the Prairie.
Quote of the night:
Caleb: Honey, it's New Year's Eve.
Me: Oh, YEAH!
P.S. Notice the increase in pictures? I became Blackberry-phone-savvy (sort of). So maybe my blog will never be the same... for the better. Hooray!