Here is what Sparky, the elf on a shelf, in my classroom was up to on the 12th.
I have a "man" cold. I don't know how else to explain the fact that I am taking this cold so hard, except that I have grown soft and wimpy.
Quinn likes to pretend that cartoons are her real life friends. Lately, it is Megamort. He is a bad guy from one of the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse episodes, also known in the Mickey Mouse world as Mortimer Mouse. She is obsessed with these adventures she wants to go on with Megamort. Here is a text Ali sent me while she was watching Q before preschool on the 12th.
Speaking of colds, my class is doing an experiment with potatoes and germ spreading. So far, the results are leading to wash your hands with soap and water. Hand sanitizer doesn't seem to be cutting it.
Before I left school, Sparky took an "elfie". I thought it was hilarious. The kids, not as much, when they saw it the next day.
On the 11th, I gave Q some fun peppermint soap in the tub, only to discover she had rubbed it furiously all over her face and mouth. It was bad. (It is also what Ali was referencing in her text.) she was rashy and blotchy. I couldn't tell if it was an allergic reaction or just irritation at first.
Here is how she looked post bath on the 11th.
And on the 12th
That night we went to my mom's house to make Christmas treats. I passed on the actual baking. :-( I didn't feel well, and didn't want to spread germs. Everyone else had fun baking.
My dad fell asleep. Sitting up. Legs crossed in a classic Carlson position.
Here is my mom's original elf on the shelf from the 50's or 60's.




























































