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Kids vs. 2016

In my mind, this year will always stand in contrast to 2015 and in every respect this year was a vast, vast improvement. This year would have had to go way off the rails to match ’15’s insanity. But in and of itself, it was a pretty good year, all around.

There were no extended hospital stays. No crazy medical maladies. No roofing disasters. It took most of the year, but as of right now, there are no contractors, contractor materials, or in-progress projects in the house for the first time in two years. It sometimes feels almost too quiet. I think Dash misses his worker friends.

Instead, 2016 brought travel. There was a big trip to California where we hit up San Francisco and Discovery Bay then down to San Diego and finally Anaheim for the girls first taste of Disney. There were also numerous trips to the Cape, some with friends and some with family. And while we stayed local for Christmas, we did navigate the Beltway for Thanksgiving in D.C.

There were small, every day victories, too. We haven’t changed sheets at 3 a.m. in quite awhile so I think we are past that potty training parenting hurdle. There were also rock star parties, karate birthdays and new schools. There were chapter books to read and letters to learn. Half marathons to race and triathlons to win. There were many domino nights and pizza-making parties. There were a lot of friends and a lot of laughs.

Can’t really complain about a life full of those things.

In the end, 2016 was mostly routine and I loved every minute of it.

Here’s the proof:

Happy New Year!

Sisters vs. 2013 in Photos

Years from now I won’t remember the long nights and weird 2 a.m. infomercials (ear wax vacuum!). Nor the grating four-year old tantrums, ill manners or blood boiling whining. Not even the diabolically smelly diapers or nerve jangling chest colds. I’m even likely to forgive and forget the delayed commuter trains and petty work stress.

What I will remember is the smiles, the giggling laughs, the wide-eyed wonder of simple things, the budding personalities, the time machine effect of seeing my own grin peeking out of my girls’ faces. I’ll remember the muck, the finish line, the warm triathlon bath and the Cape sand.

And for what I don’t remember, I’ll have this little reminder:

It was a good year.

I hope you feel the same way and if not, let’s hope that 2014 is better for you and yours.

Happy New Year.