I just had a whirlwind visit from the elves, here to decorate my house for Christmas. Actually, it wasnít exactly elves. It was Tammy, David, Aiden and Kylie, some of whom (I wonít name names) might possibly be related to elves.
My house is the designated location for this yearís Christmas dinner, but it wonít do at all in its natural state of plainness. I have walls and beams and banisters just ripe for decorating, but I have no inclination to do it myself. Well, thatís only partly true. I also have no ability. My design skills are negligible, so if I throw a few knickknacks around on the shelves and light a couple of candles, I think Iíve done enough. Enough for me is not enough for everyone, however.
And Iím perfectly willing to open my house to anyone who has ideas about what a festive home should look like at this time of the year, especially if it comes with a visit from elves, munchkins or leprechauns. Kylie, our little fairy princess, made herself at home this time around, helping herself to my remote controls and whimsically changing the TV channels.
Somehow she decided we needed to watch Cero en Conducta on channel 14 instead of the football game on channel 11. When that show came on, Aiden asked, ďCould I watch this?Ē and plopped down on the floor. I didnít even know he spoke Spanish, but nothing he does would surprise me.
Kylie and I made a game of handing things back and forth to each other. Thatís what fifteen-month-olds do, as I recall. She would load me up with remotes, or pens, or whatever else was within her reach, handing them to me one by one, then politely ask for them back, one by one. When she started handing me five-gallon water bottles (the empties, duh), I ran out of hands to hold them after two. And she didnít really want them back. I think she just wanted to see how many she could get me to take.
If it sounds as if I was a big help in keeping an eye on the babies while their parents decorated, thatís not exactly how it was. The two little ones are born explorers, and anything new and interesting is fair game. Turn your back and Aiden is testing out the letter opener, or Kylie is pulling the cap off the red pen and looking for something to write on. I really need to have something more age-appropriate, for the next time they visit. Thatís why this particular decorating trip was cut short.