Tin tin, the magic man.

Tin tin is our newest family member, and just my type too; he doesn't eat, speak or make messes. We all just love him.

I have no idea why we have waited so long to get our very own elf. He is magical and the children go literally crazy every morning looking for his new spot.

Tin tin watches every move the children make, especially Lily. I don't have a photo of his spot in her room the day after she touched him. The boy's saw her barely touch him, which is a HUGE no-no in the elf keeping his magic rules.

So the next day, Tin tin moved his spot hovering above Lily's bed watching her as she slept. He even wrote a personal note to her, telling her that he would be watching her extra close and that she is NEVER, never, not ever to touch him again. . .or else. Around midnight she awoke and came out of her room crying saying that Tin tin creeping her out. Chad removed him for the evening but at 6:30 when I got up to get the kids up, I put him back hovering over her bed. Suffice to say, she has been properly psychologically damaged and hasn't come close to touching Tin tin since.

Tin tin has seen many many things; naughty things like these candy wrappers under Lily's bed. The mystery as to where all the candy from the advent calender went was solved.
I'm not sure if you remember Mr. Mead's comments on how markers are basically responsible for ruining our children and their futures. Thinking now he may have a point.

She tried to make it up in small ways; like tucking Duke in at night,
and dressing herself in an outfit made up entirely of skirts and a monkey shirt for a sash. Then wearing the most hated wardrobe item; pants.

Tin tin appreciated all the children's efforts to be good and made them cookies.

Got his thrill on by zip-lining through the living room with a candy cane for sustenance.
Tin tin took a break the next day and vowed to stay in bed all day. That is once he properly cleaned the glass. Tin tin contemplated about what pigs he must live with, that would allow such a fifthly fifthly mess linger.

He cooled his jets on some rosemary and felt fine as he observed teasing and yelling and that was a just the lady of the house. The kids. . .fughedi aboud et.

Tin tin went fishing one day, but since we neglected to take a photo I stole the picture from Bethany's blog, and felt it appropriate since that is the place where we also stole the idea from in the first place.
Tin tin went for a ride on the lamp on day and was knocked off by a flying pillow. Fear ran thick through the children but I assured them that there was an allocated one pick up by thongs allowed each season.

He even watched baby Jesus one day. No one gets off easy with Tin tin on the prowl.

Santa stopped by too! Our doorbell rang one evening and there he was with a loaf of bread all by himself. I must say, it thoroughly creeped me out when I looked through the little door in our door and spied him.