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An early night...

New Years Eve this year was going to be a fun all-nighter...WAS.  This is how is really went down...

This was the first holiday in quite awhile that all my siblings had been together.  (Remember, we rotate holidays with all our families now and my siblings have to do the same, so getting together on the same holiday is a rare occasion.  Getting together is that much more special.)  We planned on staying at my parents' house one New Years Eve, but Bug got sick.  Poor baby!  I'm pretty sure it was from exhaustion from traveling and socializing with the hubs' family and my own...or...we could just blame it on this baby by the name of Pumpkin at day care.  I'm pretty sure a sniffly, red-eyed, whining Pumpkin was the culprit, but when I took Bug to the doctor he pretty much shot that theory down.  Because Bug was only at day care for one day and her symptoms began immediately the next day, he said it probably came from family during the holidays.  Apparently germs have a 2-day incubation period.  (Good to know.)  Dr. Nish's exact words were, "We can't blame Pumpkin just yet.  Next time we will, though...for sure.  By the way...once she starts day care full-time, we can expect her to be sick at least once a month...you too."  Awesome.  Can't wait.  As always, the MD was right because I've literally spent all of January so far...sick.  Argh. 

Aah!  I digress...back to the topic!  At around 9pm, after a couple hours of a whiny little Bug, we decided it would be best to make our way home before all the crazies leave their New Years Eve parties.  So we left.  I was so upset inside, but I just could not put Bug through anymore torture.  Seeing her so upset, not being able to sleep in a different bed, in a different place, with so many people killed me.  I mean...when I'm sick I know all I want to do is be in my own bed.  I can only imagine what she felt like.  We we got home, the hubs and I put Bug to bed and I quickly followed.  At midnight, the hubs came into the room to kiss me and wish me a Happy New Year.  A part of me was sad I wasn't with my family, shaking jars of coins, yelling and screaming (and to the hubs, most importantly, making smores).  Then again, a part of me was happy and content ringing in the new year with my own little family- just the three (uh-hem..four including McKayla) of us. 

The next day, we were able to make our way back to my parents' house to spend some quality time with my family.  ::SIGH::  I miss them.  I find that each year, I cherish every moment with my family more and more, especially when we're all together at the same time.  Maybe I'm just being emotional.  It must be those pregnancy hormones trying to get themselves together again.  Hahaha.

Why is it this girl can never smile when we need her to?

My Grandma's got some pretty strong genes.  They look like twins!


Happy times with Papang.


I love how everyone Bug takes a photo with is so ecstatic and she is just...blah.  Hahaa.

Must have been a long night!  Look at that hair!  (On Bug, not my brother. Hahaa.)

It's so amazing how my Grandpa helped to raise all his grandchildren and these three great grandchildren. That is something so special and so priceless.




Bug and Ninong. Look!  She's not even crying!

Always time to post making smores on Facebook...just in time to make the hubs jealous.  Papa posted took these pics and now we know exactly what we missed out on when we left early on New Years Eve.



Everyone loves a pair of Toms.

Can I tell you how long it took me to think of what to get this 9 year old?  Turns out fingerless gloves and weird hats are the "in" thing. The things I learn from 9 year olds.  This is the FIRST gift I've given her in a very long time that got this much excitement out of her.

While opening gifts, there is always time to check your blood pressure.  Hahaa.

Waaah!  Kaycee is getting so old.  She is so gorgeous!


Mom and first-born.

Bug is so blessed to have met her great grandmother, Mamang.  How many people can say that?!



Papang with his first grandson.  At one time my brother was smaller than Papang.








Bug LOVES Papa.  They spend A LOT of time sitting outside, listening to the water running in the fountain.



Mamang can still hang and play with Bug.

My future and Bug's future all in one photo.  These three girls have all got the same look and the same "sweet" (uh-hem...fiesty) personality.  That's what makes us so strong! :)



New Years Eve...before we went home.


Cutie pie!

How much do I love that the hubs' new camera has the date on the photo?  A LOT.

God Bless,
Kat

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