It was love at first sight.
There was just something about that little
I knew I had to have one.
Then I forgot all about it because it was May and all I had on my mind at the time was end-of-school parties.
And the pool.
I am nothing if not forgetful.
And a follower.
And so with that gentle reminder I searched high and low for my own Elfie.
Today our eyes met while I was drooling over a Vera Bradley bag in Hallmark.
There he was.
In a box.
Ready for me to take him home.
So I did.
Have you heard about The Elf on the Shelf?
It is such a cute idea.
You just purchase the box that includes the hardback book and the Elf.
You read the book to your family.
In the story it tells how Santa can not be everywhere to check on the boys and girls so he sends his elves.
They keep an eye on everyone during the day.
Then each night the elves "fly" back to Santa and let him know who has been naughty and who has been nice.
You place the elf somewhere in your home and the next morning the elf is in a different spot.
The kids will run around to find where the Elf is each morning.
I just hope I remember to move him.
I am not so good at the remembering you know.
Maybe McMommy will send me a reminder email to move him each night. *wink*