I can think of no stupider way to begin a new year than with whipped cream slapped in your face. Repeatedly.
We made up for it by sharing our resolutions with each other and having a mature conversation about goals and aspirations and other things that we've already failed at and forgotten about. All the while Emmett did his part to take down Christmas decor.
Add to that good food and Edgar's table pounding laugh and I declare it a winning start to 2016.


































































