elf on the shelf

this christmas we hopped on the bandwagon and did elf on the shelf. quentin named our elf "berry" because his lips are red like a strawberry. i don't think either of the kids really grasped the whole "elf is gonna rat you out to santa" concept (which is totally fine by me) but they did love coming down every morning to see if and where he had moved. we did not go crazy like some moms on the internets who make their elves get into all kinds of mischief (like emptying the entire contents of your kitchen cabinets onto the floor or short-sheeting the beds and blaming it on the elf. masochism. pure masochism. you know you are going to be the one that has to put it all back, right?) by the end, it was challenging to find somewhere to stash him, being limited to three rooms and places that a 2 and 4 year-old would be able to find him. but we did impress ourselves by never forgetting to move the elf at night. after Q visted lilly's house and learned that her elf was named "mr. noodle" our elf was suddenly re-named "dr. noodleberry".