This is genius. 10 brand new countdowns from a host of Netflix Kids Originals, available from today for your New Years Eve midnight fakery. Though if you use them today you might be expecting a bit much from them to sleep through until January 1st…
We used it to great effect last year, after an afternoon party with friends the kids were already tired – no way would we make it to the midnight hour (and that was just me). We rang the New Year in with King Julien at about 8pm and then off they went to bed happy as larry.
Kids can bring in 2017 with their favourite characters from Word Party, Puffin Rock, Luna Petunia, Beat Bugs, All Hail King Julien, Skylander’s Academy, Project Mc2, Fuller House, Chasing Cameron and DreamWorks Trollhunters.
I think we’ll be choosing between Beat Bugs which was a massive hit with my guys earlier this year, and the new Guillermo Del Toro creation Trollhunters, which they’ve gotten totally into since it launched last week. (I love it too, despite the fact that Pan’s Labyrinth still gives me nightmares)
Creaaakkkkkk. Shuffle. That’s me moving around you can hear. Except for that day when I had a sudden burst of energy. There was sunshine and coffee, and some peacekeeping to be done between the big-brothers-in-waiting. Late pregnancy or not; they were in danger of killing each other left to their own devices so it seemed easier to make them gang up on me instead.
Yep we’re still going. Even Mr Proper Fud is getting involved, he’s delighted with himself when he comes up with a good Elf idea. The boys are getting dressed really quickly and thundering down the stairs to see what he’s at each morning. So let’s catch up shall we?
🎄🎵oh I wish it could be christmas every day…🎵🎄. I’m just glad he doesn’t have an amp…
Starting the countdown! I’ve only been changing this every few days, so it says seven now and I get to change it to three tomorrow. That’s my magic trick for making christmas come quicker.
Oops. Mr Old Elf has encountered some hostility. Think they’re jealous because we’ve never done Dinovember? (And if they think we ever will they’ve another thing coming)
Elf-express…eh-eh-eh-elf-express! (Late 80’s pop reference there for the oldies) All aboard!
Chillin’ in his fruit tub. Onion and garlic hopeful of a turn in there though. No of course this didn’t trigger fights over what fruit went in what lunchbox. (Yes it did, for days.)
Totally blatant in his disregard for Elf and Safety. (We weren’t though, and made sure the Nutribullet was plugged out before we did this) Of course the kids rather than being horrified at the prospect thought it might be cool ‘just to see’ what would happen if we turned it on.
It’s official. He’s a brat. Who would expose children to such language?
Saturday morning found Mr Old Elf starting the breakfast. I suppose seeing as he got the flour and eggs out we may as well make pancakes.
Found Elf Grylls in the kitchen jungle this morning. Me poor plants!
This one rogue (SEE WHAT I DID) built an igloo for his xmassy Star Wars buddies. Elf really enjoys building Lego in front of the tv at night. It might be Elf’s guilty pleasure…
They’ve turned it up to 11 and are singing 🎤 Mariah’s All I Want For Christmas. I knew I shouldn’t be watching Carpool Karaoke in the middle of the night; I’m giving him ideas. It’s all very well for him; he has ear protectors, what about the rest of us!
Lottie gets one past Mr Old Elf who must have hit the eggnog a bit hard last night.I do love Lottie, she kicks ass and a football.
I decided I should probably pack my hospital bag, having heard of a friend-of-a-friend who was due the same day as me having her baby this week. The checklists online are long: I know I won’t use half the stuff, but still, you can’t show up empty handed entirely. Cue another bout of shopping. I needed nursing bras for one.
Now; these women are not pregnant. Those boobs are not feeding children. Look at their smug, arched-eyebrow, coy hair-tugging expressions staring out at me “haha preggo, look at the size of you, you’ll be needing these but not in these sizes. No sirree; look down you can see perfectly flat torsos under here – you can’t even see your feet right now.”
Asos, I love you but I ain’t buying what you’re selling.
If you want to give yourself all the regrets start a Christmas tradition that takes 24 days of effort every year. I’m talking about The Elf of course. The bloody Elf.
By all means experiment when your munchkin is 1 or 2. But start something when your child remembers stuff year on year and that’s it; you’re on the hook for that crap ’til the day the magic dies.
With that in mind, we’re on Elf: Year 4 (See here for three previous years of ideas if you need them!) We’re doing ok actually so far. Seems like having a drink taken many nights of the festive season in previous years might have been what stifled our creativity/found us in bed cursing the fact we’d forgotten to move him.
Anticipation was high this year; “when is December 1st?” was a constant question from mid-November. At last the day rolled round, the magicalMr Old Elf arrived bearing his Lego Advent calendar gift and a distinct Dublin twang to his words…