New Year's Eve

Harper was home all week with a cold. Yesterday, the car wouldn't start when we wanted to finally escape our domestic prison. This is how failure felt:

So today we went out for breakfast at our favorite restaurant, Succotash. We were so very happy. And full.

Today's Special:

Harper wasn't sure if Daddy could eat it all...

Also, I've been trying to come up with some New Year's resolutions. Really, I just like to write down goals every once in awhile in my journal. Over the last week, however, I discovered Josh sketching in my journal and Harper tearing the pages out. I had to solve this crisis:

I think my innermost musings are safe for awhile.

Happy New Year!