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.
Not quite “whoops!”
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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.
Project Hold the Line
This week’s progress report: my waist is down 1/2 an inch and I’m down another pound.
More importantly, earlier this week Ian said, “Mommy, let’s run and jump over the cracks.” and I freaking DID IT. The next day, my friend’s daughter decided to head out into the wide world on her own. At a run. And I freaking CAUGHT HER. 10 more days of the 10 lb Slimdown to go…
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.
You make my heart go pitter pat…
My reaction to this:
Made Ian look at the expression on my face and ask why his father and I are married. Because move over, Daniel Craig, that’s why.
We can’t get away with anything any more.
Me: Ian, it’s time to leave. Why haven’t you put on your shoes?
Ian: well. I can’t find them.
Me: This is why you are supposed to put them on the mat. If you put them on the mat you’ll always be able to find them. You’d better look for them; you’re going to be late.
Ian: Ok. I still can’t find them.
Me: SEE? Next time, PUT THEM ON THE MAT.
Ian: ok, next time I will. Why are Daddy’s shoes in here?
Me: …
Merry everything
This is me.
trying to decide whether Os are better to eat, or to throw on the floor. Very carefully, one at a time, while meditating on the forces of gravity. So far, it’s evenly split.
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.
Teacher Gifts
I may be letting the cat out of the bag, but I’m sure no one here on the Internet will tell, right?
Ian has, with a little help, rooted, transplanted, and cared for cuttings from one of our houseplants as holiday gifts for his teachers.
It’s a perfect project for him- he’s learned about propagation, he got to play with dirt, and he can give his teachers something alive and feel proud of what he’s accomplished. And he got some quality parent time along the way, too!