“Goodbye, Nippy!”
I almost forgot to write up about Our Little Nippy who came to us this past Christmas. Today was time for holiday cleanup so Nippy (as the twins named him after changing from the immediate “Mario” christening) is on his way back to the North Pole.
Gotta say, “The Guy” sent his babies an Elf on the Shelf and to good success. Charles Wallace and Erin Grace really enjoyed waking up each morning and looking to see where Nippy would “appear” while we counted down the days to Christmas. The idea behind it all is that the elf’s watchful presence inspires your little ones to good behavior in hopes of staying off that Naughty List– because he will sing like a canary about all your mischief to the Big Man! Kind of Big-Brother creepy but also a bit mushy-cute. However, 2 hours after Nippy’s arrival I was tempted to call up The Guy and say, “The elf ain’t doing diddly!” Just too much adrenalin and the twins were amped up from all the Xmas excitement, candy, etc. In the process of it all a Baby Jesus was even decapitated but that’s another story. Dang.

Oh . . . merde!!
Not really sure how long the magic of the elf will stay in the bag , though, because I saw they are selling an “Elf kit” at Target now. The Guy arranged for Nippy’s “adoption” through the official site and the box he comes in is very cute! That’s at least one thing you would miss out on buying from a store, plus the fact that they are out on display for sale kind of diminishes the whole North Pole aura, IMHO.

Seasonal Joy!
Having the elf was fun nonetheless, and the twins enjoyed his stay, so, score one for The Guy. Maybe it’s enough to make me forget the challenging times of the past . . . like when he “forgot” to add chlorine to the pool after all my hard work b/c I was my own “pool guy”. Returning home after a week-long trip to the Yucatan with a friend to a green pool is just not a happy event, you know? Neither is getting cited by the city for having a black pool at another house. Seriously, they fly over the houses and locate the jacked up pools and swoop down on you quickly.
Then there was the time we had to stay in the baby intensive care rooms at the hospital for a few days after the twins were born. Crazy, stress-filled times. The Guy didn’t think to squirrel away food for the long nights before the cafe opened and proceeded to eat my salad that I carefully crammed into a takeout container from lunch while I was working hard to make milk. 4 days after I’d had a c-section. Hmm . . . I feel a good book in the making, lol, so, I’ll just say thank you to The Guy for the twins’ enjoyment of the elf, and for more reminders of how strong their Mommy is!
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