(Better late than never....)
The plan was for the boys to sleep upstairs under Old Dog's supervision while the girls bedded down on the first floor, with me on the couch.
After yelling at the boys to settle down and go to sleep, Old Dog dozed off, only to awaken to the following whispered conversation:
Robbie: It's a monster!
Sam: There's no such thing as monsters.
Robbie: Yes, there is, and it sounds like this (makes a very loud snoring sound).
I hear you, kid. Grandma sleeps with that monster every night.
So we threw down another air mattress and the boys came downstairs and we all (except Harper, who conked out at 11:45 and Old Dog, who was upstairs sawing logs) watched the ball drop over Time Square.