This past week has seen a couple of reruns and one no-show ("sometimes Atticus Elf doesn't come here" - E informs me).
Literally, an elf on our shelf...
Christmas finds the miniature garden.
Eleanor's favourite moment by far was finding Atticus in the fridge with a bottle of pink milk. Cue hysterical laughter all morning. The best. It would seem that my elaborate set-ups aren't quite reaching the right target audience... It's the cheekiness she's after (how fitting).