The elf with a cat's name

That's right.  Cece Fluffy, our Elf on the Shelf, has returned for another season of joy and peace.  Rich refuses to request that he fly in from the North Pole until after Thanksgiving and while I normally agree, because Christmas seems to start earlier and earlier each year, I was tempted to kick off the season the weekend before after a difficult night of sleep.  Thankfully, Rich talked some sense into me because finding high spots in our house for over month can be quite taxing.

Emily ran downstairs the morning after Thanksgiving with Rich.  I was still upstairs but I could hear her saying, "Maybe he's in this room."  CRAP.  We forgot to take the elf out.




So Allie left a note that night and Cece graced us with his presence.  Do you see the elf on a shelf in her picture?  I think that's a couch on the bottom part and yes, she did ask how to spell words.  She does know how to spell my, to and I though.

There was a big conversation about Cece and I think the girls know that he's not real but they like the idea of him.  They really enjoy looking for him each morning and showing him to guests.  They don't fall for the whole if you are naughty, he's going to tell Santa bit though.  Allie has asked how he flies back and forth because he's just a doll.  "He's a doll so how does it work?  How does the magic work?"  Ahhhhhh.  Then yesterday Rich told me that he cut the tag off of Cece because Emily was looking at him sitting on top of the key box and wanted to know why he had a tag on him.  Because he's a doll.

Believe in magic while you can.



(Allie wrote Daddy without asking for the correct spelling.  I think she did quite well.)