How we're doing on our New Year's Resolutions:

M is doing great.

I have sworn twice (that I've been caught) and I've been forced to eat Bertie Bott's every flavor beans: Vomit flavor and Soap flavor. Also, every time I get on the treadmill to work on my secret NYR, the power goes out. The Island wants me to be flabby.

J is getting very close to thinking about maybe asking a kid over to shoot some hoops.

H is not yet considering his 2 days of sugar free-ness. He's got a whole year, after all.

O has not asked again about riding a horsie, and I'm thanking my lucky stars.

G is still looking for a unicorn and she got in a knock-down drag-out fight with Henry when he had the audacity to suggest they don't exist. Grace won the fight.

I hate New Year's resolutions.