Then a few weekends ago hubby and I went to a college football game. We left SB with our neighbors, who are good friends. While in their house, SB found their elf. And the jig was up.
I bought one and hid it in hubby's man cave (a child-free room). My plan was to give it to SB on Thanksgiving. But last Sunday she was talking about how badly she wanted an elf to come to her house.
So I went upstairs, got the box, and surprised her with it after breakfast. She was so excited. It was adorable. We took out her elf, a girl, and put on a skirt I had purchased to go with her. We sat down on the couch and read the book.
The book says once you name the elf, the magic begins. Damnit. So we had to start finding places for her that night. I had been hoping to actually wait until December. Or at least Thanksgiving.
SB named her Sparkle, copying a friend, who took the name from the book. Hubby and I wanted to name her Snowflake, for the red ones on her skirt. But that was rejected.
The next morning, watching SB search for Sparkle and seeing her reaction when she found her was the. most. adorable. thing. ever. That day when she got home from school, she ran to tell Sparkle I had been given a good report by her teachers.
So far, I'm liking this whole elf business. I have certainly used her to my advantage when SB starts to morph into a little monster. I'm sure I will grow tired of her, but thanks to my iPhone alerts I should at least never forget to move her.
And, this year I get to enter the Inappropriate Elf Contest over at Baby Rabies! I had this idea the moment I bought Sparkle. Recruited hubby to help me take the photo (thanks, hon!).
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