New Years Eve isn't a big deal around here.
I mean, we don't pretend nothing happens, we just don't plan things that are very exciting. The old the kids are still small excuse.
Tonight, though, was fun.
Bear's brother brought by (try saying THAT five times fast!) some fireworks.
And then the forecast called for snow. And then it was supposed to be nasty snow. And then the blizzard warnings began.....
But the kids knew. And they were mightily disappointed.
So we conferred. B took a recon of the surrounding area and pronounced it okay.
Everyone bundled up, and we trekked into the back yard.
And it was magical.
By the end my camera was covered in snow (see big wet lens, above) and refusing to shoot. Not one more picture. As in 'It's wet and cold and snowing on my delicate circuitry and why, again, are we out in this slop???' Or maybe the battery was beyond depleted. Whatever.
We shot off about forty fireworks, in all sorts of colours, and it was gorgeous.
I'd never seen fireworks in the snow before.
The rest of our night? Probably Bugs Bunny re-runs until the kiddles shuffle off, then shrimp and crab in butter sauce and watching the ball drop. Board games in front of the woodstove.
Happy 2009, everyone. Here's to a big ol' sparkling year full of good things for you and yours.