Happy New Year

My New Year's resolution for this year is to not have Children and Welfare Services show up at my door. So far, so good. New Years' Eve was one of the more memorable ones in recent history for us this year-- we spent it with friends who have a toddler, and Aidan behaved like an angel. He's really good at putting on a good show... everyone who sees him and is around him thinks he's a perfect little baby. Of course, when the public leaves, he goes back to snorting powdered pacifier off of dead teddy bears and going on epic milk-fueled benders. I keed, I keed. But he does seem to have an innate sense of showmanship.

So anyway, New Years Eve he sat quietly while we all ate dinner and passed out shortly thereafter, leaving the adults to drink and be merry playing games. He roused briefly around midnight (I think...I'm not sure what time it was really, since the bottle of Jameson's made time go all Dali on me) to watch Dick Clark slur his way into the new year, and was out after that too.

New developments? Not much really, although I continue to be amazed with the nonchalant way he throws up half his body weight occasionally. He'll be sitting there, happy and cooing and then vomit a liter of half-digested milk all over himself without missing a beat. He doesn't even do so with any visible effort-- no gagging or heaving noise, just slightly open mouth and spewage. I wish I had the power to sneak-attack vomit, it would make meetings at work much more interesting. Well, that's all from the front for now-- I'm going to cut these back to about once a week from now on, owing mainly to my forgetfulness.