We started the year with champagne and fireworks. Sean and the six older kids trooped out at 11:58, coats over pajamas and sockless feet hastily shoved in shoes. I remained inside where it was warm, I mean, in case one of the babies woke up. Then champagne for all and to bed, or in my case and Sean’s, an episode of everyone’s favorite alter-Nazi history show, The Man in the High Castle.
I was tired when Clementine woke me at 7:21. Sweet Sean got up with her and I slept another hour and a half. An excellent beginning to 2017.