Party like it's 1999.

I'm sure I made it until midnight in 1999, so really we partied like it's 2014.

  Or 2015.  

Or whatever.

But we partied.

Some of my girlfriends and I got together with our littles to celebrate New Year's Eve at noon.

There was plenty of food, plenty of sparkles, bubbly for the kids and adults, a serious dance party, a countdown thanks to Netflix, and a lot of playing going on.

It was wild.

Not like 1999 wild or 2002 wild, or even 2009 wild... but wild in a good, skip a nap, make a mess, eat too much cookie cake, and enjoy the laughter from little girls kind of way.

The girls some-what enjoyed their own bubbly apple beverage, but ended up guzzling chocolate milk instead.

 They had absolutely no idea why they were counting down, BUT when they got to 1 and the music kicked it into mega-jam, they started screaming and dancing and jumping up and down.

The baby of the bunch wasn't cool with all that,  and in her defense- they were really loud.

It was such a fun little get-to-gether.

Proof, the playroom floor:

It's now 9:27 p.m. and the husband and the Hadley and the dogs and the cat are all snoring.

I'm semi-watching a NYE special on t.v. and wishing the fire works would stop popping outside my window.

2014-   you were so good to us.   It's a little sad to see this year go.

But, we are ready to see what is ahead, full of more good times waiting to be had.

Happy New Year, world.