In 2011 we went both camping (in September) and my mom and dad's (just last month) without a single emergency room visit! We've had at least one, if not two emergency room visits for years running on both those outings. So I'm going to go ahead and call 2011 a pretty great year.
By this time next week, I'll be halfway done being pregnant. That and modern medicine haven't managed to totally stop the nausea though, so my dad suggested naming the baby, "I'm Not Throwing Up Anymore."
But since we found out she's a girl, I think we're going to go with something a little more feminine.
I found out that happy people run from anger:
And here I thought they were just jogging! But I guess they have to get all those endorphins somewhere, after all.
Last but not least, happy new year all! To help celebrate, here's my brother making the champagne tower in this year's silly hat:
Happy New Year all!