First of all, to those who have served, to those who continue to serve, and to who have lost their lives, we here at AskourMoms salute, support, and love you.
My Mom was certainly proud of her father. And growing up, she had no idea of what he endured. As a kid, I my grandmother telling me stories of growing up–and when she talked about getting older, she talked about “the war.”
One of my favorite memories is visiting my grandfather–him making milkshakes–and the two of us talking.
Him talking about his memories in Indiana. 🙂
And at least for this–perhaps again:
I love you Mom and Grandpa.
It’s Auntie Meme here with a quick Elfred update. Normally, I am not here during the holiday season with my Bu, but since I am, I decided to get behind the Elfred love. (Even though Elfred scares the crap out of me, and he may or may not be the Bride of Chucky. Just sayin’.)
Having said that, Elfred hid behind a Christmas stocking yesterday (pic and post to follow). He also had a binge M&M moment–we’re talking face first and everything. We’ve all been there.
Today, since we’ve had snow here, Elfred decided to hide in my UGG boot with my Burberry scarf–because Elfred appreciates both comfort and style.
It is easy to be creative early on, and while we are still early on for THIS year, I am several YEARS into the Elfred phenomena. I am trying to keep it fresh and avoid repeats… Until last night. Oh well, the spawnlets did not seem to care and enjoyed Elfred’s spot once again.
Still loving Elfred.
Day two – kids are waking up and immediately seeking Elfred out. As soon as I wake up the chosen spawn (aka whoever found Elfred) happily regales me with the play-by-play of discovery. It is so adorable. Then the rest of the morning is complete with kids chatting with Elfred, saying goodbye to Elfred as they leave for the bus, and then sharing/comparing Elf locations with their friends.
I get that the Elf thing is a totally marketing inspired tradition, but it is freakin’ awesome. I love it. My mom would have loved it. She would have insisted on daily photos and stories, so it is only fitting I post it here, on this site dedicated to my love of my mom.
So, here is day two.
My oldest is eleven. He is on the fence whether santa is real or not, but he whole-heartedly believes in our elf on the shelf– thus far. He saw some boxed elf-on-the-shelf at Target tonight and i explained that not all people just get an elf, sometimes they have to buy one at Target so Santa knows they have not received one and that family wants one. Then Spawn one says,” so kind of like adoption?” Yes, kind of… At least for this year.
It makes me sad that his world of wild belief is starting to dwindle. That his blind-eye love of make believe is about to cease. I only hope that while his might stop, that he does not share the secret with everyone else, including the younger spawn. I recall some “this is how to tell your kids about the real santa” on pinterest. I will have to see if I can drum that up.
With no further ado, Elfred returned last night. I had prewarned the kids that they were a little older so finding Elfred might be tricky (and that i had read somewhere that Elfred gets trickier each year to make it more fun), so i was not surprised when i woke up to silent movement throughout the house. The first words I heard uttered were, “is he in your room?” “No. Did you check downstairs?”
The spawnlets were very worried Elfred had forgot about them. Of course he hadn’t, so I asked spawn #1 to check the fridge to see if we needed more ketchup as I was running to the store after work and was not sure if we needed some. He opens the fridge and says, “no, we are good on ketch… ELFRED!!”
What happened next melted my heart. My three spawnlets circling the refrigerator door catching up with elfred. Spawn three told him he was in second grade; spawn one told Elfred what he wanted for christmas; spawn two asked Elfred if he knew she had her ears pierced. SO DARN CUTE i could barely contain myself… And i got a picture of it.