New Year's Eve never turns out the way it's planned, right? The party is either no fun, or too much fun, or your friends tell you all the fun started right after you left. This year, I had all these great ideas about how to celebrate, but naturally, all I could get my kids interested in was jumping off the furniture.
I had the idea to create a fireworks target with the boys to shoot our small catapult into. They weren't interested.
Then, I got out a canvas panel and paint pen. I wrote "2018" along the front and solicited tiny tots to make some sparkly fireworks for a group art project. The only taker was Son Two, who followed the letters gently with the largest brush and made my "1" into an alien tree.
But I dig it.
My three-year-old niece seemed game, but then the water cup overturned and it became a lot more fun to paint the linoleum. It was also at this point my hands-off approach to artistic expression backfired. I walked by and told her she was doing great, without actually looking, and it was my sister who discovered her adding some character to the floor. All's well that is washable.
But finally, the New York count down gave Son One a reason to climb on the furniture and jump off like a Dane, which he did with gusto! I would have taken a picture, but I was jumping into 2018, as well.
A friend of mine mentioned that her family's New Year's superstition is as follows: whatever you do on New Year's is what you'll be doing all year long. She said that's why she never goes out, because she doesn't want to spend the next 365 hungover and broke. I loved the idea of focusing on what makes you happy on that quiet, short day (if you're able to sleep in, that is).
So after we traveled home, I got out my paints and a few rocks I'd collected to make some rocks in the vein of 615 Rocks.
I gave them two coats of a light color, then used a metallic copper for the sun and the warts for my frogs. If a piece looks plain, small dots can add interest - keep adding more until you like it or just get attached! I finally wrote my messages with a fine Sharpie.
Now if I could only get someone to go outside and hide them in this weather!