Okay so this wasn’t your typical New Year’s Eve celebration.

No drinking here.

At least not by us. Unless you count the bubbly grape juice brought in by Lynn’s hubby for us before the bewitching hour. (Thanks Jason!)

The babies though, they drank and drank all night long.

Not cocktails, not beer, or wine or even champagne.

Mainly breast milk.

Though sometimes some formula maybe with some fortifier for an extra special treat.

YUCK!! Have you ever tasted that stuff?

I’ll be happy with my bubbly white grape juice. . . . . . . . . . .at least till next year.

Happy New Year to all my bloggy friends.

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As most of you are aware, Chris is no longer working with me up at Clarian North full-time. He has moved on to busier and hopefully happier times at Riley downtown. It wasn’t the place nor was it the staff that made him unhappy. It simply wasn’t busy enough for him. Anybody that knows him knows that his energy level is equal to that of about ten average people. Now that may be a slight over-exaggeration, but not by much.

All I’m trying to say is that I miss him. I miss our drives up together. Sometimes we would talk, sometimes we would listen to CD’s and every once in a while he would sing to me. I miss that. He does love to sing, and quirky as it sounds, he loves Barry Mannilow and Air Supply, so he would sing things like: “We’re All Out of Love, I’m So Lost Without You”, or “Even the Nights are Better”. And in the mornings he would let me sleep while he drove home, always saying that I needed my sleep more than he did. I miss that.

For the past 2 weeks and for the following 2 weeks he is doing dayshift orientation. Sometimes I feel like we’re simply ships crossing in the night, and I know these few weeks will pass quickly and he will be back to nights. This will be a good thing, we’ll be able to drive together some, but it just won’t be the same working in 2 different buildings. It was always a nice feeling knowing that he was just 1 floor above me. I miss that.

Chris, if you read this don’t think for 1 minute I regret asking you to switch to weekends. I just miss you and I’m a chick so therefore I’m allowed to be weepy and feel sorry for myself sometimes. I know that you stayed as long as you did because you didn’t want to leave me up North by myself, that’s only your selfless nature, and one of the many things I love most about you. So just be happy and know that I miss you.

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