This morning, as I had my head buried in a cabinet, I heard Beatrix nattering on about "hot elephant... elephant really hot." Then I heard Liv giggle. "MOM! She's carrying around her stuffed elephant with pot holders, saying it's really hot!"
And sure enough, she was.
That kid, she is crazy. I remember now why I loved this age with Olivia. The cute and funny sometimes outweigh the cranky and ornery.
Speaking of crazy... how is it possible that Christmas is less than a week away? Not. Ready. Not at all. Olivia, on the other hand, has been ready for about 360 days. She's positively vibrating. And, actually, so am I, thanks to the constant stream of cookies and candy coming through the front door and the eleven jillion cups of coffee I have been consuming daily.
George, our Elf on the Shelf, has been in rare form this year. He has duck-napped Fluffernutter (you may remember Fluffernutter from our care package to Bea this past January) and the two of them have been getting into all kinds of trouble. The other night they had an unauthorized tea party in the kitchen. I love listening to Olivia laugh when she finds George (and Fluffernutter) every morning.
Aside: WHY doesn't George have any feet? Those nubs are a little creepy.
We weren't sure what Bea would think about Christmas, but so far, she's rolling with it. I feel certain there was a moment of "WHAT are these crazy people doing, putting a TREE IN THE HOUSE?" but she quickly pronounced it "cute" and hasn't paid any attention to it since.
She shocked us all by agreeing to sit on Santa's lap. She was clearly dubious, but willing to go along with big sister Oh-LAH.
We're mixing things up this year: Friends here for Christmas Eve's fish-stravaganza, and John's parents here on Christmas Day for roast beast. I'm looking forward to it, and to seeing the girls' reactions to their gifts. I'm pretty sure Liv is going to be thrilled by the computer. (I'm thrilled, too, because it means she won't be using mine any more.) I'm betting Bea will be most thrilled with the footed jammies that have frog feet and pig feet and elephant feet. She has a pair of monkey ones now and insists on wearing "munkin feet" every night. In the morning, when we take off the jammies, she says "bye, munkin feet! See you soon!" It's sickeningly cute.