Happy New Year's Eve, Eve! 2010 Edition

This was us last year, New Year's Eve:

Bar Hopping

So, the big question is: did Santa bring Eve purple?

Sure. But he was very uncreative and brought her a purple skirt. So, yeah, sorry for that anti-climax, but he just couldn't figure out what the heck purple was. Doesn't seem to matter too much since her prize present has been the new Pinkalicious dress. Go figure.

The Graduate

Sometimes we get pictures taken so I can look back and pretend we're a normal family. I'm totally digging that no one asks why we gave Eve a Charlie Brown haircut anymore. I'm going to make normal my beetch!

Do these spandex biker shorts make my LA Gears look big?

Last Wednesday, after I got over myself in front of a large group of people, Matt and I took the kids out to see Toy Story 3 Disney on Ice. We went last year but this time we got to bring Eve with us. You know, because we let her out of the bubble this Christmas. Even though she and Natalie couldn't sit still and I was ready to go before intermission, it was still nice to be miserable as a family. I'm sure the person who got hit in the head with Eve's Dum Dum was ready for us to leave, too.

BC, AD, and the COG

The following is a speech I delivered last week at a Casino Night fundraiser for CureSearch. I had to face my fear of public speaking head on, but the message is bigger and more important than my fear. As you read this, you can pretend you were there if you just imagine Eve running across the stage and leaping off, in between pulling on my arm saying, "Mommy! Mommmmmmmy!" You can get away with a lot, apparently, if you have some cool scars.

I was invited to speak by Sammy Keziah, father to Sam, who lost his life to Wilms four years ago. I appreciate him having us and not getting upset while Eve and Daniel played American Galdiators while he was speaking.

My name is Eve's mom, but I also answer to Christy.

Frst Plas

Eve was a good helper for our Christmas Cookie Swap. There was lots to cook and she rose to the challenge. (Although she did eat half of the pigs in a slanket before the party started.)

The O-Face

9 blocks of cream cheese in the fridge?

Someone's having a Christmas party.

We've got enough cream cheese and bacon to make Paula Deen make her O-face. And why shouldn't we? There was no party last year. There was only ketamine and uncertainty and Clorox wipes.