Sleepy New Year

Right now it is 10:30 p.m. on New Year's Eve and I'm sitting in front of my computer (obviously) with one eye on Ryan Seacrest doing his thing on TV (whatever that is). This time two years ago, I was in Times Square with an engagement ring in my pocket, getting ready to drop down on one knee and pop the question. I guess a lot has happened in two years. We got engaged, got married, had our baby girl, got jobs, quit jobs, kept jobs, got dogs – it's pretty wild to think about.

So now, instead of being shoulder to shoulder with about a million partiers in New York, we're sitting in our living room, more excited by the fact that Babe-O is sleeping soundly in her crib then by anything else. Given how strung out we ended up with all the holiday travel, unwinding with the dogs and watching our brand new second-hand big honkin' TV feels pretty close to paradise.

My phone is off. The baby is sleeping. There are buffalo wings in the oven and Yoo-Hoo in the fridge. And we will almost certainly fall asleep in the living room and wake up to the first infomercials of 2009 after snoring through the ball drop.

Couldn't be happier. Happy New Year, everybody!