Our time in Europe might indicate otherwise (2010, 2011), but we were never really into the whole New Year celebration thing. We briefly considered mustering the courage for a Time Square New Years...and I do mean "briefly." I believe we considered the idea for approximately 2 seconds before nixing it.
Tom, however, had to visit Times Square early on December 31, so we have an official picture of the ball.
Tom escaped the area in the mid-afternoon, just as the crowds arrived.
Me? I spent most of the day doing this. Yes, with wet hair. I recall that we both went through several shirts due to a rather traumatic, episodic spit up.
In the evening, we hosted the cousins, serving celebratory meatballs and rolo cookies (not simultaneously). I made it until about 9:30 before I decided that it was time to sleep. Tom was a bit more stubborn and made it until midnight. Behold the fireworks!
Hm. Happy new year anyway. Bring on 2013!