Elf on the Shelf 2017 – Day 17

Well, we managed to get the tree up. But we just haven’t found the time to actually get any ornaments on it yet.

What can we say? We’ve been a little preoccupied.

The elves apparently thought we needed a little motivation. Gotta say, I kinda like the toilet paper look. I’d be okay forgoing the ornaments this year.

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Elf on the Shelf 2017 – Days 15, 16

Crazy end to a crazy week.

December 15 – I woke feeling better and with my head clearer than it has been in more than a week. Seemed I was finally kicking the cold for good. Stevie and I were up and showered. Cadence was getting ready. I went to get Henry out of bed so he could have some breakfast before school. We were even running a little early, so it was a nice calm morning…

Nice and calm right up to the moment where Henry let out a sudden wet belch and then promptly began to vomit.

Something sort of crazy happens to your brain when you become a mom. Things that would normally incite panic or turn on that “flight” instinct suddenly trigger the brain to intense moments of laser focus where Moms are momentarily imbued with what can only be described as superpowers. Our kids come to us with bleeding wounds or broken limbs or pale, sickly faces and we suddenly become iron stomached combat medics who can field dress wounds and manage to keep a half-gallon of chunky, sour-smelling vomit from hitting the carpet by catching it in our own bare hands.

And in my case yesterday, I managed to catch 99% of it with my hands, shirt, and down the whole right side of my pants.

Stevie hurried in from the kitchen with dish towels, and hollered at Cadence to grab us a bowl or bucket. She panicked and grabbed the smallest sauce pan she could find in the cupboard. We thanked her for helping and sent her back for more towels. We managed to carry Henry in to the kitchen where we could get his shirt off (somehow the kid managed to escape with just a little vomit on his sleeves), and then we set him in the sink so we could contain any additional mess while I hurried upstairs to clean myself up, start a load of laundry, and call in to work.

Henry and I spent the rest of the day in the recliner watching movies and sipping water. He ran a fever of 100-101, but luckily that one eruption was the last of the vomiting. Stevie took Cadence to her swim meet (where she took 3rd in two strokes and managed to shave more off all of her times again). Then he headed out to see Star Wars. It was supposed to be a date night, but there’s no way I could ask a sitter to come and take a chance of this being contagious, so the kiddos and I hung out at home and laughed at the pictures Stevie sent of himself from the theater hanging out with R2-D2 and other fans dressed in costumes.

With all the excitement, we darn near forgot about the elves, until Cadence found them hiding in the freezer sneaking popsicles.

December 16 – Today, Henry woke still running a low-grade fever which translates to him being little extra whiny and clingy, but otherwise he seems to be on the mend. No more puking (thank God), and other than a little runny nose, there doesn’t seem to be anything else bothering him. We decided to make it a lazy day, and just hung out at home. Cadence headed to a friend’s birthday party this afternoon and I ushered Henry up to take a bath before nap time. We found the elves had done a little decorating in the kids’ bathroom.

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Elf on the Shelf 2017 – Day 8

Cosette and Leo got a little crafty with some empty boxes from the recycling pile last night. Cadence was seriously impressed with their ingenuity, and already has plans to snag the elf house and turn it into a clubhouse for some of her dolls.

Henry still isn’t quite sure he’s okay with what these elves are up to. He is now showing only mild interest in their antics when he first wakes up, and then spends the rest of the day ignoring them.

Elf on the Shelf 2017 – Day 4

This morning was one of those mornings–one you read about on comedic parenting blogs or see played out on a primetime sitcom where you laugh along at the utter ridiculousness of the chain of events while simultaneously nodding because, well, you’re sorta feeling like you’re having deja vu. It’s the kind of morning where, right there in the middle of it, you don’t know whether it’s more appropriate to crack up laughing or squirm uncomfortably in your seat.

I want to preface this by saying we have three morning types in the Romano house:

  1. The I’m-up-and-I’m-going-100-mph-at-maximum-volume type which you probably already know includes Stevie and Cadence. These two can bounce out of bed, get ready quickly, and are generally ready to roll.
  2. The Hurry-hurry-hurry-feed-me-now-or-I’m-going-to-die-thank-you-now-I’m-going-back-to-bed type which is Electra. Our hound is a pest every morning, harassing everyone to feed her. Then it’s a quick run outside to do her business and straight back to bed until lunchtime.
  3. And the Hit-snooze-four-times-and-please-let-me-lie-here-for-awhile-and-don’t-ask-me-to-do-anything-until-I’m-awake-and-ready type which includes me and Henry. We’re generally pleasant and easygoing, but when it comes to our mornings, we just need a little time.

You can probably imagine that some mornings are hard in our house. Between the dog acting like a starving lunatic, Stevie and Cadence hustling to get things done, and Henry and I needing a few extra minutes to get ourselves pulled together, there’s a bit of chaos. And those mornings when I hit the snooze button a few extra times (like this morning) are the worst because suddenly everyone is up and forced to scramble.

Don’t get me wrong, I can scramble when I need to. But I usually do my best work when I’m at least half-caffeinated. And Henry…well, Henry usually does his best work when we give him enough time and space to just sort of wander around without any sort of agenda for 10-15 minutes.

No such luck today.

Henry went to bed just after 7:00 pm last night, but I still had to wake him up when I went in his room at 6:10 this morning.

Already a bad omen.

He was okay as I got him changed, even chatting a bit and smiling as he downed a big cup of milk.

Cadence was excited to show him the shenanigans the elves had been up to–taking selfies and hanging printed copies of the pictures all over the house. Henry thought the first photo or two were funny. Then he started to get a little wary (probably about the time his little brain started working out that if the elves hung those photos all over, that means they were running all around the house like creepers while he slept).

I was trying to get him some breakfast, and Stevie was trying to usher him into the living room to get his socks and shoes on so he was ready, and suddenly Henry was having none of it. He started gearing up for a tantrum and swatting at Stevie.

So, Stevie calmly carried him over to a timeout spot, but just as he was trying to sit him down, Henry threw himself backward and head butted the wall. That just pissed him off. And he decided to yell at the top of his lungs to let us know how pissed off he was, but he ended up overdoing it, gagging, and puking up a good portion of the milk he just drank all over himself and the living room carpet.

That was about the time I was wishing there was some sort of magic morning do-over button.

But like most 2-year-old tantrums, it was there and gone. Once we got H-man cleaned up and changed, got a little breakfast in his belly, and then off to school with a banana muffin (which he is currently obsessed with and would eat a half-dozen a day if we’d let him), he was totally fine. Me, on the other hand…I needed a few quiet moments to myself, a cup of coffee, a little writing. And then all was right with the world and I was ready to start my day.

Happy Monday everyone!

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Elf on the Shelf 2017 – Day 3

Cadence burst into our room so early this morning Electra wasn’t even up yet. She’s definitely her Daddy’s daughter. She wakes up way too early running in high gear and she has two volumes…loud and louder-because-I’m-really-excited.

Here’s how the conversation went…

Cadence: “Mom! Dad! It’s gonna make you so crazy when you see what the elves did to the eggs!”

Lori: “What? Why? Did they break them?”

Cadence: “No.”

Stevie: “Did they make me some breakfast?”

Cadence: “No!”

Stevie: “Damn! I was hoping they made breakfast.”

Lori: “Yeah that would have been really awesome.”

Stevie: “Right!?”

Cadence: (exasperated sigh) “No guys they didn’t break anything and they didn’t make breakfast. They drew funny faces on all the eggs with Sharpie markers! Wait til you see!”

Lori: “Oh, well I guess that’s just about as cool as breakfast.”

Stevie: “Yeah, we’ll come down soon and see. Why don’t you go make breakfast?”

But she was already gone.

She was excited to show Henry later, and he still wasn’t quite sure what to think.

I get it little buddy. These elves are trouble.

 

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Elf on the Shelf 2017 – Day 2

The kids woke up this morning and found the elves in exactly the same spot as the night before.

I know what you’re thinking…”Damn Stevie & Lori, you guys are so lame you forgot to move the elves on Day 2!”

Not so fast. See, the elves gave some very specific specific instructions that the kids were supposed to fill the donation box for Santa. You know what that means…Yep, we’re totally stretching this “I guess the elves aren’t moving until the box is full” business as long as possible.

And tonight, we totally railroaded Cadence into going through all of her toy bins and organizing her room.

I don’t even want to talk about how many dirty socks we found in the process.

Parents = 1

Unsuspecting children = 0

You know, these elves might be starting to grow on me. 😉