2015. What a ride it has been. Join me in a walk down memory lane in some of my favorite and most popular posts, linked throughout the post.
I started the year with bacon and nostalgic weeping over Fisher Price Little People and tiny underpants, and we are indeed, now in the land of big boy beds and button up jammies, and coloring in the lines (he is better than me at this point.) BUT, 2015 has been so much more than just that.
It was the year I got trapped in a car wash, the year my hair grew a mind of its own, and the year I got slightly less nostalgic about our former life in The Treehouse.
It was the final au revoir to a touchstone of my younger years, and the year I discovered that some hurt leaves holes in the heart that no amount of roast chicken can ever fill.
2015 gave me my most treasured and proudly worn laugh line.
For Jr it ushered in The Age of the Questionable Decision, and gave him ample opportunity to shake his preschooler head at his nutty mom’s behavior, (and occasionally pay her back for it. Just Sayin’.)
For The Mr, it was a year of deep, important questions…
Questions like “How’d she end up sick?” and “What the hell is that giant pear for, anyway?”
It was the year I mortified the barbecue man. (Seriously though dude, you have LOTS of company in that, I promise.)
2015 was the year that I clarified my stance on the all-important and extremely divisive issue of leggings usage. (Not Pants. NOT.)
It has been a great year, and fantastic to share the ups and downs, ins and outs, and highs and lows with all of you!
I appreciate you taking the time to read – I look forward to trying some new things here on Reluctantly Suburban in 2016, and I hope that each of you will join in with me.
Happy new year!