I miss Elfie

I think I'm going to head in a new direction on this blog.  And the name of that direction is: Things I Love.  Like food.  Projects.  People. The South Beach Diet.  Yoga. Recipes.  Fun things I do with my three little people.  (That title doesn't actually fit anymore. They are actually more like: one who is almost taller than me, one medium size, and one little... people.)  Food.  Leg warmers and other fashion funs.  And... well let's face it, more food. 

So.  Here we go.

This Christmas saw us visited once again by our Elf on the Shelf, Elfie.  Last year was his first year with us and while he was well loved he was kind of a snooze fest.  He'd move around from one shelf to another shelf.  One table to another table. He did a short stint in the fruit bowl.  He sat on the tree once.  And sometimes he didn't move at all.  For a couple days. 

Not so this year.  This year Elfie became Passionate. Found his calling.  Really got into the spirit of things, you know? 

No?  You don't know? 

Allow me to show you (albeit, not overly clearly since all these were captured on my old iPhone)...

Here he is repelling in on his first day back.

He found my baking supplies and made an Elfie flour angel.



He had a snowball fight!



And brutally annihilated the entire Veggie Tales Nativity.



Had some hot chocolate.



Panty Raid!

                                            

Ate every single last donut.

                                                    

Got trapped!

                                    

Needed some Double Bubble.

                                                       

Shower Time!

Captured by the LPS Army, Gulliver style.  Their sign reads: "Go Away!  This is our house!"

Chillin' with some FoxNews.  He's politically savvy, our Elf.

Mischievous!  Upon seeing this Holland whispered "That's not Mom's Sharpie is it, Elfie?"  Turns out it was... but no worries, rubbing alcohol removes permanent marker.

Revenge on the LPS army- stole their ride!

TP'd the Christmas tree.

Nice Down Dog, Elfie!

An Elf-size campfire.

Caught the girls' cold.

"I'm watching you!  Only 9 more days!  Love, Elfie"

A midnight tea party with Rapunzel.  Or, Tangled, as Anna calls her.

Hanging from the chandelier.

Hog-tied Sheriff Woody!

Ate all the candy from the Advent Calendar!



 Roasted on a spit by the Toy Story gang.  Buzz's sign reads "No one messes with Woody, Elf!"




And on his last morning with us he had something special planned.



Quite a grand finale!

We found him holding Baby Jesus from the Veggie Tales Nativity.  Even Elfie knows what Christmas really means.

And to sum it up, in the words of Holland to Anna, "I don't know what's gotten into Elfie this year.  He's way better than last year.  Last year he was kind of lame."