We’re coming into the home stretch for the adventures of Buddy The Elf, and all of those adorable, mischievous little elves that terrorize our homes each Christmas.
Hang in there, people!
Their time here is almost done.
Here’s what Buddy the Elf has done this week:
On Sunday, my son received a snow globe party favor. Buddy decided to join Mr. Snowman in his OWN snow globe!
He somehow found a plastic fishbowl toy my son had downstairs, glued himself to a cardstock circle with some double-stick tape, and added some fake snow.
My son was not impressed with this adorable feat, though. Evidently, Buddy forgot to add water.
On Tuesday, Buddy reminded Andrew to brush his teeth.
Pro tip: if your elf writes on your bathroom vanity with toothpaste, don’t wait 5 days to clean it up.
Trust me on this one, you guys.
Wednesday was pajama day at Adventure Club, my son’s after school program. So that morning, Buddy delivered some adorable jammies, along with a themed sign.
Incidentally, Buddy also delivered ME some matching jammies too, but he put them in my closet, rather than setting them out on Wednesday morning.
He also couldn’t find matching jammies for dad, so poor dad gets left out of the “Oh What Fun” pajama party.
So now I have to figure out how to explain how that happened.
On Thursday morning, we awoke to find a sledding hill built in our living room.
Buddy had on a super cute sweater and hat set!
I saw similar ones at Michaels in their Christmas tree ornaments last year, if your elf is looking for some elf attire.
My son also presented the argument that for sure Buddy is real because there’s no way mommy could have built that sled.
You can’t argue with that logic.
(But, seriously, Michaels is like the elf superstore.)
(Cue Imperial March)
We awoke Friday to Buddy celebrating the opening of Star Wars: The Force Awakens.
By Friday night, I was exhausted and went to bed early, putting dad in charge of supervising Buddy’s actions and making sure he didn’t get into too much trouble.
This is how we found Buddy on Saturday morning:
Too. Many. Oreos.
But really, dad win.
Because that’s hilarious.
Just 5 more days! I’ll be back next weekend for the wrap-up.