We broke out our Elf on the Shelf set this weekend. I snuck the elf onto Griffin's bed while they were all playing downstairs. When Griffin found it, Aidan and Brennan had to explain the elf to him and what it meant. Griffin was thrilled to discover that the elf had been sent by Santa to stay with us, but not as thrilled to hear that the elf traveled back to the North Pole to report on him and his brothers to Santa each and every night. (Sneaky, sneaky elf.)
After much discussion, the boys named their elf "Buddy" in honor of their new found love for the movie, aptly named, Elf.
The highlight of the elf visit every year is the boys waking up each morning and searching for him all around the house. (Chris and I are much better at the hiding of the elf at the beginning of the holiday season. By Christmas, the elf is basically thrown on the couch in plain sight.) There's a whole lot of pride in being the first person to find the elf's hiding spot.
This morning, Aidan spotted the elf hiding up on the front windowsill of our large foyer window.
After the boys were home from school, they were playing in the foyer and a wrestling match erupted over a disagreement over a toy. Before I could get in the foyer to break it up, I heard Brennan yell, "Stop! We have to stop! He's watching us! The elf is watching us!"
Immediately, the wrestling and fighting stopped as all three boys looked up to the windowsill at Buddy the elf.
And I knew immediately, that the fifteen dollars I paid for Buddy the elf was money well spent indeed.
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