The Elf on the Shelf

For a long time I thought that the idea of the Elf on the Shelf was just plain creepy (um, because it is!) but Erik suggested we get one in order to help Grant behave a little better - because our attempts were most definitely falling short.

So we put in our order for an Elf (either from Santa or Barnes and Noble, believe what you like) and the Saturday after Thanksgiving he showed up, bringing with him a special breakfast to kick off the season.

We ate our snowball donuts and yogurt parfaits, and read the book that the Elf brought with him and gave him a name - Bradford! (Since he came to join our family while we live in Bradford). He also brought along a Santa blanket, because the one G has is as tattered as tattered can be. Those $5 Walmart blankets aren't meant to be washed.