Adventures of Thomas

Thomas is getting sneakier and trickier as we get closer to Christmas.

We've even stepped up our game.

Social Media is giving me a guilt trip... 

Okay it was totally worth it! Especially when my Brown Eyed Girl thought Thomas fishing was so funny and loved that he used an mommy's adult beverage stir stick ice cycle for a fishing pole.

I nailed it Pinterest!

This scene appeared to be a success as well.

Until Mr Blue Eyes saw his dino was part of the act.

Then we had to have a discussion why it was okay for Mr Blue Eyes to have his dino, because touching the dino won't effect the "magic" or hinder their presents, we just can't touch Thomas.
Tears and tantrums avoided.

I on the other had had a flash back of Thomas riding a Horse in 2012...

While I love the little elf visiting, the impact he had on my Brown Eyed Girl last year has faded.

Oh don't get me wrong, she still loves - LOVES - finding Thomas each morning. However, the safety net of at least 25 days of uninterrupted goodness has faded. I am almost willing to venture out on a limb and say she is teetering on the Naughty List.

Just ask Mr Blue Eyes.

When Sissy is especially naughty, he has been tattling to Thomas. 

I catch him every now and then perched in front of Thomas telling him something to the effects of, "Eff, Sissy Brat. Sissy hit me. No pwesents Sissy. NOOO Pwesents! Okay Eff?"

Of course Sissy's head spins and she begins screaming and crying and begging me to make Mr Blue Eyes stop telling Thomas on her. I try to explain to her that Mr Blue Eyes doesn't need to tell Thomas that she is being ______ (fill in the blank) because he is always watching. 

Of course this makes her sob even more.

She then turns to Mr Blue Eyes and screams, "Just wait until we get in the car and Thomas can't see us anymore!"

I then have to remind her that he is magic and can see her EVERYWHERE, even in the car, at school, at daycare, outside... EVERYWHERE. 

More tears, shouting, and a door slams.

Yeah, you just sit there soaking this all in little guy. Throw me a bone will you? Can't you get these kids under control? I'm telling you Thomas, I expected more from you. Six more days of this and I better be getting several, as in copious, bottles of wine from the jolly, big guy in my stocking this year!

That Sneaky Thomas

Our little elf has been tip-toeing around every night in our house. Flying back to Santa with his daily report - the kids should be a little nervous this year... Each morning, our Brown Eyed Girl rises with... well nothing because the birds are still sleeping at 4:45 am, in search of Thomas. Thomas has to be on his game because there is no flexibility for finding a last minute spot in the morning after sipping too much hot chocolate with his elf friends at the Pole.

Quite the busy little Elf.

Peeking out of cupboards.

Swinging on the chandelier. 

 

Hiding behind Frosty.

Our Brown Eyed Girl almost had a melt down when she couldn't find Thomas this specific day. Unfortunately when Thomas returned from the North Pole and froze still next to Frosty, he fell over in the middle of the night... thankfully mommy was given special permission to distract children and reposition Thomas on a need-by-need basis. Smiles returned and all was calm and bright.

Wishing he had some of Handy Man's camo to blend into the greenery.

Bouncing all over the room every day.

Even the bathroom!!!

This was a long day... we weren't quite sure how we felt about using the potty while Thomas was "watching." Mommy and Daddy's bathroom got a little more use.

He's BACK!!

This morning our Brown Eyed Girl found our little elf, Thomas, sitting in our Christmas tree. We weren't sure if he would be able to find us since we moved to a new house this year. Such a relief!

I am not sure Mr Blue Eyes remembered who Thomas was. His initial look was that of guarded fear quickly followed by a slight smile as he looked at Sissy for reasurance that this little red guy wasn't a large dangerous type of bug that would leap out of the tree and jump on his face.

Eventually with a little coaxing, he relaxed.

Well his facial expressions anyways... he might need a chiropractor by the end of the day.

After shouts and cheers, our little Brown Eyed Girl noticed Thomas was holding something.

Paper?

A note! A special note from Thomas.

Welcome back Thomas! We are so happy to see you! We look forward to all of your adventures and sneaky places we will find you each morning.

This mom is personally a little torn because while I look forward to the power you have over my children to be good for at least the next 24 days, I loath the 2 am panic that sets in when I will surely wake and realize that I forgot about you before going to bed....

Welcome back Thomas...