The way I see it, there are several possible routes you can go when writing an end-of-year blog post.
- You can reflect on the past year of your life as an excuse to re-post all your favorite and most flattering photos of yourself.
- You can demonstrate how mature and sophisticated you are, sharing details of a classy and intimate dinner with your most grownup friends, not failing to mention how you drank one glass of wine, only a sip of champagne and closed out the night with a snugglefest on the sofa with your hubby.
- You can post about your 2011 blog stats, using that helpful email WordPress sent you about an hour ago.
- Inasmuch as you are above such arbitrary celebrations, you can whine about how much 2011 sucked and try to make everyone else feel like an asshole for having a good time.
- You can do a this year/last year comparison, allowing you to post more gratuitous photos of your new baby friend.
Guess which one I chose.
Last New Year’s Eve…
This New Year’s Eve…
Happy New Year, bitches.
Cheaper Than Therapy 
I was going to whine, but since I whine all year long, I decided to take a break today :0)
I think I like the ”last year’s new Eve” better…but the baby looks sleepy and happy, so it might not be as bad as I think. Happy New Year, Bitch!
Aw, we were commenting on each other’s blogs at the same time! Soul mates!
Your New Year’s Eve looks a lot like my New Year’s Eve. Happy New Year!
Right after that adorable yawning picture, she woke up and started screaming. C’est la vie. Happy new year Sonia!
The top picture looks way more fun, but the bottom picture is way cuter. So…you broke even, right?
I think I broke even better than even! She’s the coolest.
I don’t think they’re too different. Your friend in 2011 may be a little younger, but she’s still making faces at the camera. And there are plenty of bottles involved. Happy new year!
I totally expected to see your baby friend in the bathroom sink… on ice. Happy belated NYE!
Too early to get her started on post-run ice baths??
I like both versions.
At least your last New Years Eve had fun times. We were home sick with a bad colds and stayed up until midnight because I decided it would be a good idea to drink the bottle of champagne I bought for the party we were supposed to go to by myself. This year, in bed by 11:30 and no adorable baby yawns.
Pretty sure I slept better last year, in spite of being drunk! And I have also been known to prematurely kill entire bottles of champagne. It’s one of my finer qualities, I think.