I’ve decided I don’t need to go to the gym any more. I’ve discovered YouTube. After my walks in the morning, I plug in whatever I have time to do into the YouTube search bar. I pick workouts that are as short as 5, 10 or 15 minutes, because it’s like I’ve always said, “go hard, or go home.”
I’m excited. These workouts have cool names that help me understand why I’m doing them: “Bikini Butt” and “5 Minute Crop Top Workout” are a couple of my favorites. I’ve never worn a bikini, or a crop top, but I have a feeling that’s about to change.
Crop tops are THE COOLEST! (Literally, I guess.) I saw a young woman at Costco the other day wearing one of these shirts. It was around 20 degrees outside, and she and I crossed paths in the parking lot as I was running to my car to get out of the cold. I saw her belly button, and her rock hard abs. I thought, good for her. She’s not gonna let the negative wind chill tell her what to do. I know it’s only a matter of time before I too can wear crop tops to Costco, or work, or my kids athletic events. I guess it’s just something everyone can look forward to seeing. Especially my kids.
Do you have an, “Elf on a Shelf”? I’m so sad we missed this tradition. My friends at work have young children, and they have the best stories about this guy. Olivia’s gotten wind of these stories, and it’s not good. Olivia is holding a grudge against me. I have totally failed in the holiday tradition department as a Mom, and I’m sorry for it.
The other night, Olivia was particularly bitter about our lack of traditions. She made quite a speech about it. She said, “When I’m a Mom, I’m going to do Santa Clause, Elf on a Shelf, Saint Nick, The Easter Bunny, The Tooth Fairy and Leprechauns!”
Leprechauns, Olivia? Really? Leprechauns are a tradition Moms do? I feel pretty doubtful about that. I think Leprechaun traditions are just bad form. I told Olivia that the only reason a Mom would do a Leprechaun tradition is if she was drunk. Because, that’s just like the Irish. I told Olivia she should be pretty darn thankful her Mom is sober. How about being sober for a tradition, Olivia? Why don’t the Leprechaun Moms try that?
I really do feel guilty about all this. The lack of traditions part. Not the part about calling moms who do Leprechaun traditions drunks. I stand by that.
I love the Holidays. I never tried to make my kids NOT believe in stuff. I just never thought of it. Ever.
I have loads of happy holiday memories from when I was little, but they’re not centered around any one tradition, or character – well, other than the Christ Child, who we happen to think is real, and not a character.
I was trying to think about why I associate Christmas with joy and happiness as an adult, since I can’t remember any specific family traditions. The only thing I consistently came up with was this: family, faith, food, music and laughter. Those were our family’s traditions. I’m not saying that’s the right way go, and, really, given a redo, I’d try harder with my kids. But, in my family, that’s how it was done.
I don’t know what memories I’m helping build for my kids. Hard to tell at this point, really. It’s not like Scott offers me any help. He’s not one to play his pan flute, while we gather around the piano for a merry holiday sing-a-long. I’m kind of on my own with this stuff.
Here’s a picture I love. This is after the Christmas eve service when I was young. My older sister, Gail, and I are laughing about something. I wish I knew what. I’m drinking out of a fancy little mug. I bet it was egg nog. YES! We did have a tradition. Egg nog was a tradition. Way to keep it simple, Mom:
Another tradition my family had growing up was this little elf my Mom brought out every year. Believe it or not, I’ve blogged about this guy around Christmas last year. That’s how special he is to me. My sisters and I LOVED him. Let it be known, this guy was around 40 years before anyone ever thought of “Elf on a Shelf”. I don’t know how I was lucky enough to inherit him, but I did.
This year, we’re in the process of refinishing our basement. That means all the Christmas decorations are buried somewhere in the garage. I’m smart enough to take a pass on entering that house of horrors. The only decorating I’m doing this year is our little tree, and our little elf. I did find the elf. He gave me a really good idea.
The night Olivia was mourning the traditions that never were, I thought that I could start a new one. My kids are too old for the real Elf on a Shelf, but how about “Teenage Elf”? He looks like he could get into some Christmas trouble, right?
Here’s day one:
Oh, that naughty little guy drank the last of the sparkling cider Olivia and her friends bought. Looks like a lot of mischief to me.
I went to great lengths to get Olivia to discover Teenage Elf’s antics before school. Scott did too. Olivia woke up, and walked into the kitchen for breakfast. Naughty Teenage Elf was laying on the counter by the coffee pot. Scott told Olivia she looked like she needed a cup of coffee. She looked at us real grouchy, and said, “What?”, and turned around to walk out of the kitchen.
I said, “Olivia, please. Just get some coffee.”
She turned towards the coffee pot, and then she saw him. She kind of laughed a little.
I expected more.
I said, “Oh, would you look at that Teenage Elf? Boy, was he up to no good last night. Tell me he didn’t drink the last of your sparkling cider? That’s so mischievous! Who knows what kind of antics he’ll be into before Christmas?”
She just smiled again, and walked out of the kitchen to get ready for school. Well, I’m not a quitter. I’m certain this guy can bring happy memories of Christmas traditions to my teenagers,even if I have to ram the little sucker down their ungrateful throats.
When Zeke came in to the kitchen, I tried again. “Zeke, look who visited last night, Teenage Elf. And, look at what he did.” I pointed to the cider guzzling elf.
Zeke said, “What do you mean?”
I Explained, “You know, TEENAGE ELF! He’s like Elf on a Shelf, only he’s Teenage Elf, because you guys are all teenagers, and Olivia wanted a Christmas tradition. So, I’m starting a fun Christmas tradition with Teenage Elf?”
“What’s Elf on a Shelf?”
Holiday traditions can suck it.