On a separate note, 2012 was an endless series of calamities, where Husband and I switched off playing Guardian of the Sanity. You know what, 2012? You can suck it. 2013 is mine. I called it, I get first dibs. It is SO my year.
On yet another separate note, First Son and I danced so hard to a rendition of “ABC” that our downstairs neighbor banged a broom on his ceiling. I don’t like getting in trouble, but it was so much fun and it is so good to have a giggly toddler and it feels so good to have a four-chambered heart. (What the hell do frogs do to release stress.)