I intended to do Twinkle updates every few days. You know, because I'm normally so good about blogging regularly, and I don't have anything else to do in December. Yeah. That worked out well for me.
Anyway, Twinkle has now been at our house for two full weeks, and she's gotten up to some interesting antics. On December 3, the Bomber discovered that Twinkle is something of a fisherman.
I have no idea how she managed to catch a paper fish in our bathroom sink using only a piece of balsa wood and a string, but you know... elf stuff.
On the 4th, we found out what happens when Thanksgiving is the last weekend in November:
When holidays collide! She seems awfully cozy with Pilgrim Snoopy...
On December 5, she got herself into something of a jam:
What's she doing in there? I don't know... How did she get in there? Don't know that either. Once again, elf stuff... She doesn't seem too unhappy about it, though:
She's still smiling! On December 6, H-bomb found her just hangin' around:
Apparently all that travel back and forth to the North Pole (not to mention the fishing expeditions and curtain climbing adventures) tuckers an elf out, so on the 7th she decided to take a little rest on the tissue box in our guest room:
On the 8th, Twinkle decided to venture into our wine bar. I'm not sure what the drinking age is for elves or how old she actually is, but since she steered clear of the wine and stuck to the corks, I guess it was okay:
And finally, on the 9th, our normally well-behaved elf got a little sassy:
She replaced all of our stockings with our underwear. This one was a big hit, not only because seven year old boys find underwear inherently hilarious, but also because it sparked a fun conversation regarding WHY Twinkle was messing around with our underwear, what had happened to our stockings and whether she would ever return them. My theory was that she took our stockings to the North Pole with her and then left them behind (not unlike a certain little boy does with his school sweatshirts). She put our underwear up in hopes that we wouldn't notice the stockings were missing. Bomber's theory was that she was just being silly.
That's it for now. I've still got a few more days of this week to catch up on, but you'll just have to wait to see what she did next. (Spoiler alert: she returned our stockings the next day.)