By the time New Year's rolled around things were relatively quiet. Our family and Michael were the only ones left, so we knew we needed to step it up for New Year's Eve. The answer...
Balloons...Lots of balloons...In a wide open space (we're crazy like that :)
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| The world was topsy turvy for the night |
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| Maniac McC strikes again |
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| I was "safe" |
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| Grandma was not. |
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| Matts was in his element |
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| It only took everyone, but the Hulk could be conquered. |
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| Enjoying a little post bedtime snack. GUMMIES! |
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| Michael may or may not have had to run around the house in his shorts. I'm just saying... |
At the strike of midnight we discovered just how much the Swedes love their explosives. It looked and sounded like WW3. There were, hopefully Legal, fireworks shooting into the sky from every direction. It was cool enough I woke up the boys to show them.
Apparently strict gun control +inflammable ice +holiday spirit =very enthusiatic swedes.
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