Presley's Rockin' New Year's Eve

We have finally figured out what TRULY makes Presley happy. It's taken nine months, but we've finally cracked the code. It's all so clear now. We're not very proud of it. But it is what it is. Our sweet little child.. is undeniably a party animal. She loves rock n' roll.. lots of people.. the crazier the party, the happier she is. We took her (reluctantly) to two New Year's Eve parties last night (kids were included so I guess they weren't THAT crazy). We were prepared to put her down in the pack n' play when she started to get tired. We brought her white noise CD, including her CD player. We had all of her favorite toys. Her PJ's, you name it. All the comforts of home. We were hoping for the best (in terms of whether she would be fussy or not, actually sleep, etc), but prepared for the worst. Realistically, we thought we would put her down for a little while, then probably end up leaving because she would throw a fit. Well, wonders never cease. We could never have imagined or predicted what happened last night. At the first party, she was starting to get a little fussy around 7:00 pm. I thought, ok, our window is closing. We will only have a little longer to celebrate New Year's Eve with our friends.. we'll be home by 8:30, Presley will go down in her own bed, Craig and I will force ourselves to stay up to watch the ball drop in New York. It wouldn't be a big deal. We've rarely stayed up until midnight on New Year's Eve in the past.. what's one more year. Well, around 8:30ish she was still 'somewhat' content. Certainly a little fussy, but hanging in there (she goes to bed at 6:30 by the way). So we decided we would hit our next party. Well, the second party was apparently a little more lively. You see, we had taken our 'American Idol' Wii game to both parties. Our friends at the first party were certainly rock stars, but the people at the second party could really rock it out. And Presley went wild. She was as happy as I've ever seen her. She was dancing (literally dancing, she LOVES to dance), 'talking' (she was trying to judge the 'performers'. Watch out Paula!), 'cheering' (she would say 'yeah, yeah'), and laughing quite a bit (although, it was interesting she wasn't 'laughing' at my performances - because I was so good of course - only her dad's.) She was having a ball. Our other children were not nearly as happy. Piper was so tired she basically laid on the chair, Brooks was acting highly irritable if he didn't get his own way. But not Presley. She was in her element. She loved every second of her Rockin' New Year's Eve. It was unreal. To say we were shocked would be an understatement. This was 'her' night. I think if we would've handed her the microphone, she would've really lit the stage on fire. She rallied until about midnight.. and then she finally started to fade. That was ok, because Craig and I were certainly fading fast too.. and Piper and Brooks had faded long before. The holiday season is certainly considered the season of miracles... but we never thought an answer to prayer (Presley to stop screaming so often) would come during a New Year's Eve party. Well, it certainly looks like we'll be going out a lot more now.