Meet Sphrunkles

Our house has been blessed with a tiny little elf friend this Christmas season, his name is Sphrunkles. This is a cute little tradition called Elf on the Shelf - the Elf comes to your house and watches to see if you are naughty or nice each day. Then he flies back to the North Pole to report to Santa and then flies back to your house and finds a new place to hide for the next day. We named him for Daddy and Meredith's love of sprinkles on all things sweet - and Neal calls sprinkles sphrunkles just to add a little flair, so we decided that name was perfect. This has been so much fun for Meredith. She used to run to our room each morning as soon as she was up to wake us too. Now, she runs through the house to find Sphrunkles first, then wakes us up to tell us where he is. She also loves talking to him, telling him goodnight, reciting her Santa wish list, and just about anything else.

The other day, after all the Gingerbread men were gone from Landon's visit, there was a request for more in our house. We started out making them and Meredith insisted we make one for Sprhunkles to take with him to the North Pole in case he was hungry. This led her to think that Santa probably needed one too, so we packed up one that she designed for each of them and also sent a note with Sphrunkles to take to Santa.

Meredith roll, roll, rolling the dough
I wanted to take Meredith's picture with Sphrunkles, so I asked her to stand on the counter. One of the rules for the Elf is that you can't touch him , and she takes this VERY seriously - she even makes us walk with our hands behind our backs when we pass him so we don't forget. So she refused to stand because she might touch him. Sitting seemed to be a safe distance.
Sphrunkles, the cookies for he and Santa, and the note that Meredith wrote for them.