We didn’t get much sleep, but we had a lot of fun…

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Actually, we did get plenty of sleep — once everyone settled down, including Frank the dog and Snickers the cat.

It’s become a tradition that I spend the night on the Hooligan family room futon after our New Year’s Eve revels. Last year halfway through the night, S.Hooligan joined me, which she remembers vividly. Apparently it was quite the lark, and she insisted we were going to sleep on the futon again this New Year’s Eve.

Then J.Hooligan decided at the 11th hour (literally) that he wanted to sleep with us, too. S. wasn’t crazy about the idea until I told her J. would sleep at the other end of the bed and she would sleep next to me. Of course, wherever there are Hooligans, there are crowds of stuffed animals who simply MUST share bed space with us.

So, about 12:45 a.m. New Year’s Day, we finally settled under our blankets for some much-needed slumber (after J. insisted on reading to us from his shark book, naturally). Frank did climb up at one point and wedge his lithe self between S.Hooligan and me, stretching out his legs and shoving us toward opposite edges of the mattress. We kicked him out pretty quickly. Then Snickers kept springing up out of the floor to stare me in the face, leaping on top of me so she could pace up and down on my hip and nudge my hand with her face. Eventually she vanished as well, and we had a snuggly night’s sleep as the wind and snow whipped around outside.

John Denver used to sing a song called “Grandma’s Featherbed” (“it could hold eight kids and four hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed…”) That’s about what it felt like on New Year’s Day morning, especially with the plush critters strewn above, below, and throughout the blankets. Diamondqueen snapped the photo above to document the scene. (Yeah, I look pretty lousy — but who does look good first thing after New Year’s Eve?)

P.S. Frank’s ears are pulled back because he’s afraid of cameras. He tried to escape as soon as this picture was snapped, and we had to coax him back and reassure him that our boudoir photo shoot was over.

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