Monday, December 31, 2012

Goodbye 2012 AND Hello 2013!

Tonight is New Year's Eve, and I certainly have never been a big fan of this holiday.  As a school kid, college student, and now as a teacher, I have always come to associate the beginning and end of the year with the school term, so the holiday has never really impacted me that much.  If it is not full of glitz and glam, then it seems like something of a disappointment.  For all of you out there who feel the same way, do not worry because someone else (me!) shares your sentiments. 

On carefully reviewing my New Year's resolutions from last year, some did not come to fruition.  I started out strong reading three books per month, but that eventually tapered off with the rigors of student papers.  Although I remain diligent writing cards for all the big holidays (Christmas, Easter) and the small as well (Halloween, Valentine's Day), I did fall off in writing one "just because" card a month.  The yoga headstand, my prized resolution, simply never took off despite some really good intentions.  My main achievement was scoring a new job that I love.  Funny enough, the dog, subsequent blog, and the house were nowhere to be found on last year's list.  So, sometimes life just happens.

2012 was the Year of the Milt for Jeff and me, so here are some of our fondest Milton memories.  Enjoy, and Happy New Year!

Momma bonding with "Drake," soon to be Milton, at the puppy pick

Daddy bringing the Milt home for the very first time

Milton making himself feel right at home

First bath

Potty training disaster

Making friends

Taking trips

Taking risks

Being naughty

Naughty again

Getting dirty

New friendships

And some more

Lotsa Doodles Calendar Mr. May

Mr. Frog

Daycare Days

Cone Head

Bed Head

Milton the Black-Nosed Reindeer

Some doods never learn

Momma's boy since April 7, 2012, and onward!

Kong PW1 Wobbler (Google Affiliate Ad)

1 comment:

  1. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! Can't wait for another year filled with The Milt!

    *and for the record, the New Year celebration isn't anything big at our house, either. The family goes out to dinner wearing kilts and plaid but that's all - home early and lucky to see the ball drop.