Saturday, January 1, 2011

Happy New Year

“Youth is when you're allowed to stay up late on New Year's Eve. Middle age is when you're forced to."

As I am writing this, Reed is on his way to bed.  (For the record, it's 9:25.)  We did send the year out with a "bang" of sorts.  Reed came down the stairs with a fairly large box of fireworks he found somewhere.  I am quite sure that they were SEVERAL years old.  In spite of that, he shot them as we rang in the New Year at around 8:30!!




His box of goodies.....

Children-NEVER hold fireworks in your hands.


Although it's lots of fun!

Lots of smoke-but I couldn't get a picture of the fireworks!


 Where did it go?


***Update-As it turns out Reed didn't go to bed at 9:25.  We actually stayed up and watched the ball drop.  I for one think it's way past time Dick Clark retires!
 
Happy New Year!!

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