I only topped half with nuts, because we have some nut-dislikers, but this is the Fruitcake Baked Oatmeal we’ll be having for brunch tomorrow. With such a competent cook helping out, it’s bound to be delicious!
My best helper
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Fergus, I Need A Meeting.
First of all, thank you for keeping Ian interested by hiding somewhere different every day. However.
This morning, Ian was in quite a funk because he couldn’t find you. I know today is your final appearance for the year, but please take this into consideration for next year.
Leave a clue somewhere, so that if he’s having trouble we can consult it. I’m sure dashing off a rhyming couplet every night will be no problem, seeing as how you just sit around all day- you should have plenty of time to think of good ones.
See you next December.
Can we stay on the nice list
For just 3 more days?
Now, doesn’t that just make you smile?
Good thing we’re in the home stretch; we’re testing Fergus’s ingenuity now.
Not quite “whoops!”
I was actually in bed tonight when I remembered I hadn’t documented Fergus today. He’s chosen quite the interesting vantage point today. We’ll see if Ian catches on tomorrow. He’s really very good at spotting the elf.
Where will this guy go tomorrow?
Apparently Ian spotted this guy at 12:30 this morning, when he convinced Daddy that he was up for the day unless he got a PB&J immediately. I missed the whole thing, but I was happy to point out that this was probably a dangerous precedent.
I’m really bummed about it, too… I thought I’d hidden him rather cleverly and I totally blew my wad on something that happened when Ian wasn’t even supposed to be out of his room.
Now, for the really important issue of the day… WHERE IS HE GOING TONIGHT? I’m starting to run out of places.
We’re waiting on the big guy
The big loud thing, that is.
Our “camp out” by the Christmas tree involved some stories about Christmas when I was a little girl, some Jingle Bells, and a whole lotta Rudolph, the Red Nosed Reindeer.
Merry everything
You better watch out…
I have recently become aware that there are people who have decided that Elf on the Shelf is an Extreme Sport.
All I have to say to that is… Stay Away From My Children. Ian was impressed when the Elf clung to the chandelier. And that’s as crazy as we’re planning to get around here.
I wanna stay up all night…
Can you tell this baby is sick and miserable?
He was up coughing all night. No jumping around, but we did see the sun, eventually.
One of Ian’s friends wanted to know why SHE doesn’t have an elf. What do you think we told her?