The Elf Will Be Back

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I bought an Elf On The Shelf last year for a video I did to determine whether or not it was a win or a fail. My conclusion was that it was a win, but that I know myself well enough to know that I would never remember to move the little fella.

This year it came out with my decor and Laina honed in on it, “Who put the elf on the kitchen counter?”

Over the course of the week the Elf has kind of been strewn about the house by various humans and dogs and every time Laina sees it she wants to know how it got there.

In the hallway. On the stairs. Under the dining room table.

It didn’t take long for Maile to realize that Laina thought the Elf might be moving ON IT’S OWN.

And then it magically started moving more.

Everything came to a head when Laina found the Elf in her dollhouse while the family was downstairs. Maile acted shocked and innocent while Laina and Kainoa freaked out.

At bedtime Laina was sobbing because just knowing the Elf was in the vicinity was scaring her. No amount of reasoning or convincing that her sister had been up to no good was helping. Laina wanted the Elf OUT.

I promised to throw it in the garbage and had every intention of doing so, but when I left her room and tracked down the Elf, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I mean, I PAID for that thing. So instead I stuck it in a storage box in my closet.

A box that I can’t imagine will be opened for years to come because it’s one of those types of boxes you don’t look in unless you’re moving everything out.

But when the time DOES come…the Elf will be back, and Laina is in for a real treat.

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Writer’s Workshop: Boys Who Love

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1. Write a post, poem, or story about something you’re thankful for this Thanksgiving.

This Thanksgiving I’m thankful my son is going to live here forever whether I let him out of his room or not.

Whether he likes it or not.

And I’m thankful that he loves baby kittens.

Because small boys who love baby kittens grow up to be loving men.

Even though I rehomed the baby kitten.

What happens to small boys when their mothers give away the baby kittens they loved?

What kind of men do they turn into?

MY GOD SOMEONE GET THAT KITTEN BACK!

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And have a wonderfully Happy Thanksgiving!

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Writer’s Workshop: Your Future Dog Choice

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1. Tell us about an argument you witnessed.

I overheard my daughters arguing because each of them said something mean about the others future, non existent dog choice.

To be clear, they have each chosen the breed of dog they will have when they are grown and they have each insulted the others decision.

Maile chose a German Shepard.

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Laina said a German Shepard was too big.

Laina chose a Bull Dog.

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Maile said a Bull Dog was small and fat and would never protect her.

Laina came in crying and I honestly thought her sister must have been really ganging up on her the way she was carrying on.

I found the arguing so ridiculous that I threatened to send them each a future Chinese Crested hairless mongrel if they didn’t knock it off.

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1. Tell us about an argument you witnessed.
2. Share a Thanksgiving recipe you will be cooking up this month.
3. Write a haiku about what you see out your window.
4. Five Things. List 5 things we don’t know about you, 5 things you’re knowledgeable about, 5 things you know nothing about, and 5 things you believe.
5. Tell us the story of how your pet came to be a member of your family.

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By You

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During a car ride home I asked the girls, “where do you want to live when you grow up?…

In the city?

Down by the water?

Up in the mountains?

In the country?”

It was a totally open ended question and I was ready to have all kinds of conversation about where they each thought the perfect place would be for them.

And Laina responded with just two sweet little words that I really was not prepared for.

“By you.”

Bless her heart.

They both want to live in our neighborhood…I must be doing something right!

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Writer’s Workshop: My Favorite Fall View

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5.) Share a favorite fall view.

The Pumpkin Patch is a miserable place. It’s either muddy and overcrowded or sunny and overcrowded. Picking out pumpkins is a chore, standing in line for them to be weighed is obnoxious and then taking them to a second line to pay is stupid.

For the past two years it has been so crowded that I actually tell the kids we’ll buy our pumpkins at the grocery store and just walk around instead.

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I don’t even really LIKE pumpkins. Carving them takes both muscle AND an artistic touch, neither of which I have and then they rot on my front porch.

To be clear…no one in my family truly enjoys the pumpkin patch, but every year I make sure to set aside an afternoon for us to go.

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I can’t explain it. Those rows upon rows of rotting, orange fruit call me in.

We have to go.

They’re my favorite fall view.

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1.) Something that scared you when you were young…are you still afraid?
2.) List 7 things you miss about being a kid.
3.) Write a post inspired by the word: bitter
4.) Hand your child a camera and share life captured from their perspective.
5.) Share a favorite fall view.

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Writer’s Workshop: She’s Worth It

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I woke up to find giant crocodile tears running down my pig-tailed, Maile’s cheeks on the morning of her 3rd birthday, “It’s not my birthday at all…” she sobbed.

This was my fault. I had decorated the house for her party the night before her birthday every year. She knew it was her birthday because she would wake up to streamers stretching across the room and all kinds of hanging things waiting to celebrate her big day.

The birthday she turned 3 I decided to take a break from the decorating and wait until the next day because I was exhausted and I knew I would have plenty of time the next day.

Maile was anticipating a party, but woke up to nothing. It was like waking up to Christmas to find that Santa didn’t come at all.

Of course I knelt down and swallowed that sad girl into my arms. She had a wonderful day and learned real quick that there is more to a birthday than decorations waiting for you first thing in the morning. However, that vision of her at the top of our stairs, looking so sad and disappointed is one of the many sorry mom fails I own.

This year we celebrated Maile’s party a little earlier to accommodate busy schedules and when the eve of her actual birthday came upon us a few days later I went to her room to say goodnight and she was all, “Do you think you might have a gift for me in the morning when I wake up?” And I was all, “aw shucks. I wish I did, but I don’t since we celebrated your birthday on Saturday.”

She sort of blinked and I thought about how I usually ALWAYS have one gift reserved for the actual day, but I was hoping now that she’s older it wouldn’t be missed. I was all, “Is that disappointing to you?” and she shrugged the question off but I spotted that disappointed pig tailed girl blinking away disappointment. I smiled my motherly goodnight smile and kissed her goodnight, but my brain was already in emergency overdrive. I would not disappoint that pig tailed girl again!

So I raced to Target and that’s how I became The Mom Who Shops At Target At 10pm The Night Before Her Daughter’s Birthday. She’s worth it of course…just look at her. My sweet pig-tailed-girl who would never in a million years allow me to put pig-tails in her hair again. I narrowly avoided another sorry mom fail.

The m&ms I bought were also worth it.

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Happy 11th Birthday Maile!

For Maile:
Happy Fourth Birthday
Happy Fifth Birthday
Happy Sixth Birthday
Happy Seventh Birthday
Happy Eighth Birthday
Happy Ninth Birthday
Happy Tenth Birthday

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Creepy As Hell

Scary Movies

When I was young, the scariest Disney movie I ever saw was Dumbo.

Don’t get me wrong, Bambi was definitely up there in terms of movies that have devastated me for life, but Dumbo’s pink elephants were so creepy that I often avoided the movie altogether just so I wouldn’t have to get to THAT part.

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A hallucinating, drunk, baby elephant…traumatically separated from his mother, outcast by his own family with a mouse as a guardian.

But he’s just so dang cute, you can’t help but love him despite his dependency.

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My daughters have other movies that scare them. They refuse to see The Box Trolls because it is produced by the same creators of Coraline.

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Coraline looked like a cute movie, but some sort of magic put her in a home with parents who had buttons for eyes and they wanted to sew buttons into Coraline’s eyes. My terrified daughters couldn’t even make it through the movie before crying for me to turn it off.

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Coraline forever ruined their love affair with Lalaloopsy dolls.

The truth is, I think Coraline is creepy as hell too. I’ll take a hallucinating elephant over button eyes any day.

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What childhood movie scared you?