2012…the year we had to have.
Well, we didn’t have to. I mean, some people didn’t want us to have it at all. (At least, not all of it…bloody Mayans). What do they know? Certainly nothing about making calendars, that’s for sure.
Imagine if things had ended on December 21…it would be like watching The Sixth Sense and turning it off with two minutes left to go and thinking…
“Yeah, it was okay but…I didn’t really get it?”
But for us, it was a phenomenal year. Not to mention, it was the best year of Indy’s life…(and he only came in at the half way mark, around when Haley Joel Osment tells Bruce Willis, he sees dead people).
Adjusting my rear-view mirror as 2012 disappears over the horizon, I see we had the birth of our beautiful boy, the Swans won the Grand Final,
I got Indy got…some gnarly signatures on my his Swans cap, I paid off my car and remain unofficially debt-free, the end of the world didn’t happen (always good to know it’s exactly where you left it, under your pillow, when you wake up in the morning), aliens didn’t invade us (and frankly, how could they? Haven’t you seen Border Security? You can’t even bring rice into the country, let alone some extra-terrestrial beings. Apparently it’s only one terrestrial being per passenger, “extras” will have to be declared, I’m afraid).
We had our first Christmas as a family, Indy had his photo in the Herald Sun…(and not in the Crime Stoppers section), and today…had his first “official gig” in the upcoming Winter Target Catalogue, (assuming they choose his picture above all of the “nowhere-near-as-cute-as-ours” kids photos. But we’re not judgey…we’ll leave that to the Judy’s and Reinholds of the world).
So, next year sees a brand new chapter with me and the lad going Mano-a-Mano, as I officially take up reigns as Stay-at-Home Dad. Which I foresee some potential pitfalls such as…
“Why didn’t you get any groceries?” or “Didn’t you take him in for his checkups?”
To which my reply…
“I couldn’t go out…I’m a Stay-At-Home Dad. I’m only doing what I’m told.”
May not hold up in a court of kick-your-ass-for-being-an-ass.
So, here’s to a spectacular year next year. Welcome 2013…let the adventures continue!!
(Incidentally, 13 is my lucky number…and next year, has 20 of them…2013…don’t work it out)
Happy New Year!!!