The astute reader might recall that once upon a time we had anywhere from 30-120 rabbits. Because, have you heard?
We are completely normal.
Anyways. David F-I-N-A-L-L-Y decided we would be done with rabbits. This was mostly due to the fact that what his heart really desires is pigs and he did not feel like building yet another fence. So, he decided we would be done with the rabbits and move on to pigs.
Rabbits are burrowers, my friends. And this makes them nearly impossible to catch. We thought we had gotten them all, but alas, we did not.
So, we now have rabbits and pigs living together in harmony.
To be honest, I am fairly surprised the pigs have not eaten their rabbit companions yet. Have you met pigs? They are not caring souls.
Can you see the rabbit in the picture? Allow me to help you.
See? Rabbit.
Look at Taylor with her big-girl-photo-editing-pants on!
Anyways. I think there are about 8 rabbits still out there.
Oh, well. What can you do?
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So, we have this car. It’s an Envoy. We bought it in September-ish. And it is great and all, but you can’t lock it.
Why? I don’t know. But if you do, none of the four keys we received with said car will open it.
Annoying.
We already spent $100 to have a locksmith come and open it once. David paid someone to make some new key that was apparently supposed to solve all of our problems.
And it did not work.
So, we have been happily living our lives not locking our doors. We like to live on the edge.
But last night, a child, who shall remain nameless, locked the doors.
Just locked them.
It was about 2, maybe 3 degrees today, but my handsome husband went out there and worked on it for about an hour.
As you can probably tell, I am standing in the warm and cozy house taking a picture. This is why you get married, girls. This is why.
Anywho. He did it! And we will just not ask him how he knows how to break into cars. These things are better left as mysteries.
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Don’t judge me, but I am totally doing this now:
Elf on the Shelf. I don’t really understand what it is all about, but we are just excited to see what adventures or mischief our elf, who we named Carl, of course, got into each night.
He highlighted Luke 2:11 last night.
Raise your hand if you think I will fail miserably and forget to do this everyday.
Mmm-hmmm.
The kids were ecstatic.
Tonight he is going to toilet paper our Christmas tree. And after that I am out of ideas.
Wish me luck!
Ideas for that pesky little elf abound on Pinterest!
I am completely delighted that my kids aged out of such things before the existence of Elf on the Shelf. I would have been a miserable failure at such a thing.
You make me laugh so!
I love that your elf is highlighting scripture. You win the prize.
No Elf on the Shelf here…I am way too lazy for that business. 🙂
I, too, know how to break into cars. Well, specifically our little Nissan. But not because I locked my keys in it more than once when I was single or anything.
One time, when I was teaching at a little Christian school that met at a church, I locked the doors while the car was running. The pastor (who owned the same model car, but one year older than mine) was able to open it with HIS key. That was scary. But good.
I’m kinda happy Elf on the Shelf didn’t emerge in the 90’s : ) I think there’s whole websites with ideas, and an Instagram hashtag you could hit to see what people do with theirs, which is pretty much anything and everything. Take a picture of the tp tree.
I, too, am glad my kids are past the Elf on a Shelf age. However, my cousin posted a cute picture of hers. He was sitting on the table and “Santa says Hi” was spelled out with Cheerios. It was very cute!
So far our elf has hung my daughter’s underwear on the Christmas tree, baked cookies – Cookie Crisp cereal on a toy baking sheet, been in the Nativity looking at baby Jesus, been reading a Christmas book to a variety of dolls and stuffed animals, and been “locked out” – between the two doors peeking in. Tonight I think she’s going to hang out with the Barbies. Trust me, it’s fun to be creative, but the kids won’t care as long as the elf moves. Set the bar low – aim for remembering to move it. If you forgot to move the elf – claim he/she must have been too sad about any misbehaving that went on the previous day to change places. Good luck!
Give him a mustache.