December 8, 2009

A Dash of Elf Magic

For the past week, for whatever reason, Lil C has been a total bear. The normal bedtime routine went from being simple to a two hour marathon. She wasn't feeling well, but it was getting a little ridiculous. Then, she got into my make-up after she got into her own play make-up that she smeared all over the new bathroom towels. She also took my Silk-n-Shine lip stuff, climbed into my bed, mushed it all up in her fingers and then smeared it all over Mr. BBM's nightstand and our comforter. Grease like that doesn't come out. On top of the purple pen marks that were already there, it looks fantastic.

Yesterday we went to the grocery store and as I was loading bottles of shampoo and conditioner into our cart, I heard her click one of the bottles open. I turned around, pointed at her and told her to close it and leave it alone. I heard it click. She was riding in the back of the cart and besides having to tell her to sit every fourth aisle or so, she was being an angel. When I got to check out I found out why.

Because I had my reuseable bags and purse in the top part of the cart, I didn't have a good view of what was happening below and I was in a hurry. I unloaded about half of the groceries and Lil C was helping me. Suddenly she stopped and stared at her hands. It was at the exact same moment that I picked up my Hershey's Cocoa and realized it was all white and greasy.

Conditioner.

Squeezed all over the rest of my groceries. Thankfully I had avoided self check-out that day and I had a wonderful cashier who whipped out the paper towels and started helping me clean everything up, including Lil C and the bottom of the cart. It looked as if she had flipped the cap up, and squeezed it with all her might until it exploded like a volcano.

It was then that I recalled almost wiping out in one of the back aisles, which seemed strange to me at the time because there was no bottle nearby. She must have squeezed it, scared herself half to death, and then shoved it under all the groceries where it dripped onto the floor.

Frustrated and fried didn't even begin to describe me. The cashier smiled and said, "I bet your other one is an angel." She's right. Big I never would have done anything like that. Never.

Last night, we had a neighborhood girls night complete with drinks, snacks and chair massages for nine of us. Some of the Mom's were talking about their "elf on the shelf." I decided it was time to call for some reinforcements.

Today, Lil C and I went to Borders where we picked up "The Elf on the Shelf." We got to the car and I opened up the box, revealing our own little elf. I read her the story book and her face looked amused and concerned all at the same time.

We arrived home and Lil C got busy eating her lunch. When Big I came home from school, Lil C started telling Big I about the elf and how he's magical and you can't touch him and every night he flys to Santa to give a report. Big I wanted to see him, so I helped her open the box.

The elf was gone.

Both girls started running through possibilities of where he could have gone. Lil C thought that maybe he was already flying to the north pole to give a report. Big I thought that maybe he had escaped and was hiding out somewhere in the house.

Two minutes later, our elf, Elliott was found, sitting on top of a mirror in our family room. Big I told me she swears he just smiled a little more at her when she stood there and smiled at me. Lil C told me she just heard him burp. Both girls are on their best behavior. Lil C ate all her lunch; Big I is currently cleaning her bedroom.

How I love Elliott. . . how I love Christmas magic.

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