We started a new tradition in our house this year - The Elf on the Shelf has arrived at our house. Since Evan is too young to understand, I planted the elf and his book in Owen's bedroom. The book was just sitting on his bed, and the elf was perched on the top edge of his headboard. I was hoping to wait until Jeremy got home from work, but go figure, Owen's homework assignment that we were working on required him to measure his bed. When Owen went upstairs, he noticed the book on his bed, but not the elf. He measured his bed, and brought the book to me. I, of course, acted confused and said I didn't know where it came from. Owen suggested that maybe Santa had dropped it off for him, and I played along with a "maybe". He had to go back up and measure another part of his bed, and that is when he noticed the elf. He was really excited that Santa had brought him a toy and not just a book.
He brought the elf along down with him, and the boys and I read the book. It is a really cute story that explains how Santa sent him to our family so he could report back on the kids' behavior. There are two rules - no touching the elf or he loses his magic, and the kids can talk to him, but Santa does not allow the elf to talk to them. We just had to give him a name, and he would begin his job tonight after the family was asleep.
Of course Owen asked a lot of questions while we were reading the story. My favorite - "Mommy, why didn't he ever come before?"
I had to think fast, because I wasn't really prepared for that one. "Well, Santa doesn't have enough elves for every family to have one assigned especially to it. Maybe this elf just finished elf school, and now that he knows everything about Christmas, he can come and be our elf."
Owen's eyes got big, and he excitedly replied, "Yeah, he probably graduated from Elf College or something like that!"
I seriously had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. When Jeremy came home, we decided on a name - Murphy Samuel. I liked the name Murphy, and Owen wanted to call him Sam. We convinced him that we couldn't use the name Sam because that was our cousin's name, and he settled for having that as the middle name. I am so excited for the next few weeks to see what antics we can pull off!
Tonight before bed, Owen had to write Santa a letter for Murphy to take to the North Pole. We put Murphy on the bookshelf with the envelope. Owen was very concerned how he was going to get out of the house with that big envelope, "because his hands are sewed together". This could get tricky - Owen is a little too smart sometimes!
Murphy came back from the North Pole with a return letter from Santa. He is waiting in the Advent Calendar for Owen to find him tomorrow morning!