The Elf on a Shelf

Last night we finally read 'The Elf on a Shelf' book to m&m. They were both super excited when Daddy showed them the bag with the "special book" in it. I think Mommy was just as excited :) It's probably a little early to be reading it already, but that's OK. Santa is at the mall already isn't he? And when the kids start with their "I want this for Christmas and I want that" after seeing the toy commercials on TV, then its time to start telling them that Santa is watching...every...move...they...make.

After reading the story, Mason declared that our little Elf's name should be SPONGEBOB! Spongebob? I should have known. I'm surprised he didn't say Scooby Doo to be honest. Well, I'm definitely not having another spongebob in the house, so I told him that the real Spongebob Squarepants wouldn't appreciate his name being taken by an Elf...especially an Elf that wasn't yellow. SO I suggested Elfie. Typical me to be choosing a name like that. The kids loved it though! Yay! Daddy, not so much. Oh well, mommy wins! So, our little man's name is Elfie and I think its just the perfect name for him. :) I wonder how many other "Elfie's" are out there hiding around in people's houses, lol. Our Elf magically appeared above our fireplace when the kids weren't looking. I even got pictures of m&m standing underneath him. After that, the kids went right upstairs to bed but not before saying goodnight to him. Mattie even blew him a kissy and told him she'd see him in the morning. 

This morning, Mason was the first one to spot little Elfie. He was up on top of the curtain rod in the living room. I thought no one would find him...at least not right away. Hmmm...I guess I'll have to hide him in a better spot tonight. Before bed time tonight, Mason says to me, "He's not a real Elf mom". What!! I think I went on and on for about 5 minutes explaining to him just HOW real Elfie was. I cant not let him think that this Elf ISN'T real already!

We have an early day tomorrow morning, but I am super excited for it. Our purple shirts are out and ready for us to wear! We are walking for an organization called Clayton's Hope. It's an Epilepsy walk and it is something that I have been wanting to do for a long time. Three & a half years later (wow three & a half years? I feel like I have been dealing with this for a freaking lifetime), Im finally ready to get out there and do this. Not that I never wanted to, but I had a very hard time with this whole Epilepsy thing for the longest time. Sometimes...I still do. In fact, in reality I hate Epilepsy and what it has done to so many adults & children, including my own. I think I tell EPILEPSY that I hate it every morning and every night when I look at the medicine that I have to give my kid because of it or when he struggles because he cant do something like the rest of the world. I just wish it would go away. I wish there was a cure. I wish that somehow it could magically be given to me instead so that Mason didn't have to go through this every friggen day. When I blow out my candles every year on my birthday, you can bet that this is what I wish for. When I see a "wishie" floating around on a Spring day & catch it, yup thats right, that is my wish. When I see a rainbow, it reminds me that maybe this could be THE day for all of this to disappear. But for now, I continue to be strong & optomostic... and I have hope...lots of it because without it who knows where I would be right now. You know what, I do know where I would be. I'd still be right here doing what I do everyday, trying to be the best Mommy that I know how to be to those two beautiful blue eyed kids, who I am so very lucky to call my own.