You know what happens when I'm down and out? Mr. Pigs gets sneaky about things around the house. I happened by the back door and heard a shovel scraping the driveway. A peek outside revealed Mr. Pigs DIGGING UP THE GRASS. I'm sorry, hi. Who does that? He went and dug up a long patch of grass in a spot where he no longer wishes there to be grass and I do wish there to be grass. Why didn't he ask me? Because he knew I'd say no, he said. Darn right. So one hilarious driveway argument later found Mr. Pigs grumbling to himself as he attempted to put the grass back. Cue many jokes from my dad about Mr. Pigs aerating the lawn. And I won't mention the two hour bathroom paint job that I said would take four hours that wound up taking five. When I was supposed to be decorating for Christmas. Whoops, just mentioned it. Okay, bitter hour is over.
In other Thanksgiving related news, my kids are kind of obsessed with saying the blessing, a rather strange thing to be obsessed with, right? I mean, clearly things could be worse, but it's quite a commitment they have. I must get a better video soon. Piglet announces that it's time, they clasp their little hands together and squeeze their eyes shut, Pigpen screwing his whole face up so he can still peek out while they bless. Piglet begins reciting the blessing, with Pigpen chiming in only on the capitalized words: God is GREAT, God is GOOD, Let us thank him for our FOOD. By his hands we all are FED, thank you for our daily BREAD-AMEN! The bread and the amen are rushed together in a race to get there first. And it's not an amen, it's a "Somebody give me an a-MEN!" Southern Baptist tent revival kind of amen. Makes me laugh.
We've also introduced the Elf of the Shelf for the season. His name is Simon. Is the SNL Simon song going through your head now? Because it's my chronic soundtrack now. I think having the elf checking up on your kids' behavior and reporting back to Santa is genius, however I didn't anticipate having quite such a cynical four year old. "He can't be real, he's just a toy." "He can't go tell Santa what I did because he's a stuffed elf." Sigh. So, I've had to really amp up the storytelling and the role of magic and the excitement of it all. I'm making tiny bits of progress. I did hear him scream from time out today after he bit Pigpen (???), "Don't tell Simon!!" so maybe he's starting to believe. My Santa days might be limited, and they've only begun. I think I've done a good job so far, but I'm going to have to keep it up every night to make a believer out of this one. So far, Simon has been found driving Pigpen's school bus: