A Sobering New Year's Eve

Being pregnant definitely throws a wrench into partying. New Year's Eve was no exception. Forget the bars. Forget raucous house parties. Forget the copious amounts of toasting and tasting cocktails and champagne. While those celebrations of old have been fun, this year we celebrated a little differently.

Take a look.

We climbed the nearest lump of land around 11:30 pm—the Great Blue Hill. It took about 20 minutes to get to the top and we ushered in the new year, side by side in the dark, at the top of a stone observation tower. It was cold and breezy, and perfect. The fireworks over Boston Harbor were the size of my thumb nail, and we could hear other towns' attempts at being festive, too. I had my best friend at my side, and our little family was together. Perhaps a sign of New Year's celebrations to come!

-Emily

Wayward?

Wayward 30-Somethings? I think not. First off, I turned 40 last summer. Secondly, it's hard to be wayward when you have a little one growing in your wife's belly. We're excited! Excited to be bringing another being into the world. Excited to hopefully be breeding a future hiker. Excited to start planning our CDT (Continental Divide Trail) hike. What?! Just kidding. But really, how cool would it be to finish off my Triple Crown hike with my wife AND my kid?

Anyway, we are 30 weeks pregnant, and are now getting the "guest room" converted over to the baby's room. Tonight I caulked. This weekend (if I can pry myself away from the NFL playoffs) I will paint the trim. Then, after painting the walls a color other than white (our entire apt), we will winterize the room, and then set up the crib, etc. etc.

This doesn't seem very wayward.

-Chris