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We kept some of our old New Year's Eve traditions. We made some new ones.
I had said that I wanted to do, "something fun," for New Year's Eve- last year everyone fell asleep on me, and I cheered in the New Year alone- but the parties and doings didn't seem right this year, so we went down to Hemet for dinner and shopping.
On the way back up the hill I made five clues for the chickens, and we had a treasure hunt with a dozen Kinder Eggs that a friend of ours from Germany sent. The kinders themselves have never seen such a thing, so the hunt was a success and the treasure was treasured. We also had some left over holiday crackers from LAST Christmas in there...small toys for all.
Jack was asleep already, and was starting to feel badly, so he did not get to enjoy the festivities, and neither did he miss them.


Treasure!

Treasure encased in chocolate!




After the hunt we had our traditional banana splits- we told the kids that they could stay up until midnight, but shortly after banana splits, Lucy said she was tired and went to sleep.





Bowden played with the kittens.





He made it until 10:30pm, and then conked out on the couch. We took him to bed, and were awake midnight to kiss...then we rolled over and went to sleep.

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alexae said…
Oh you crazy Tates!
Happy New Year.
abigail said…
John worked that night. The girls and I did something, but I don't even remember what it was, and Kinder Eggs are awesome!

You're the one who introduced me to them, and my only request when Debbie spent the semester in London last year was to bring some across the ocean for us.

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