Have you been naughty or nice this year? If you’ve been listening too much to the little red guy on your shoulder, then you better hope that the elf wasn’t watching you.
“Who?”, you ask.
On the radio this morning a local talk show mentioned this stuffed elf doll conveniently named Elf on the Shelf. The idea, in all it’s simplicity is to leave the elf…on the shelf.
“Why?”, you ask.
To scare of course! Tell your child the elf reports directly to Santa. So if he sees you doing anything bad, Santa will know. That means no more red tricycle, no more Barbie doll, no more Red Ryder BB gun with a compass in the stock, and this thing which tells time. All because the elf Judased you. Simple right? Is this an innovative idea? Or just the start of your kid’s psychotherapy?
For the past few days, I have considered following the yellow brick road towards clothe diapers. And why not when it saves you a considerable amount of money compared to disposables.
When I suggested this to Mary she gave me the eww face, the same face everybody makes when seeing two girls and a cup for the first time. Thoughts after the jump…(Regarding clothe diapers, not two girls and a cup)
I am now at the end of my 6th month and would like to share my experience so far. I have often heard that being pregnant is one of the best experiences a woman can go through. I can I agree with that, but I wish someone would have warned me what to expect. There are the usual morning sickness warnings. I already knew that. And I am very thankful that mine was not that bad because I hate throwing up. However there are things that I have experienced that has freaked me out and I wish I had known about them ahead of time. More after the jump…
I know one day when Jagger is taking a bath, he’s going to discover the little appendage between his legs. He may poke, pull, touch it many times out of curiosity, but now I’m going to have to provide a child safe name for it. Every family has their own little name. What was yours? More after the jump…
My niece grew up watching my mom’s collection of clamshell Disney movies. While this is great for my niece, I’m not so sure I would want my boy to watch any female oriented animated movies. Case in point, my cousin knows the words to Chef Louie’s song in the Little Mermaid as he was shockingly exposed during one of our Scene It marathons. Not exactly something that every red blooded male American father wants for his pride and joy. More after the jump.