By Dorothy Schneider As we've shared before, we are an 'Elf on the Shelf' family and welcomed our little guy, Henro, back from the North Pole at the start of the month. Parents out there know that the elf presents a bit of a commitment, depending on how mobile and creative they get. Henro (the […]

By Dorothy Schneider

As we've shared before, we are an Elf on the Shelf family and welcomed our little guy, Henro, back from the North Pole at the start of the month.

Parents out there know that the elf presents a bit of a commitment, depending on how mobile and creative they get. Henro (the name Ellie chose as a toddler) is a fairly mild-mannered elf who sometimes forgets to move. We remind the kids that sometimes we can all, even moms and dads, be a bit forgetful — especially late at night.

Once this week we think Henro got wedged in behind a picture frame on the wall and must've been too stuck to move. The kids were a little disappointed to find him in the same spot the next morning, but they were impressed that I helped free him that night so he could find another spot in the house.

From Brian's and my perspective, the best thing about Elf on the Shelf is not the elf in motion. It's having the extra set of eyes to monitor the behavior of Ellie, 9; Katie, 6; and Charlie, 4. Having someone report back to Santa each night gives us a bit of extra leverage to encourage good behavior in the run up to Christmas.

I upped my game this holiday season, too, and just got LASIK surgery to bring an end to a quarter century of wearing either glasses or contacts. I was very nervous heading into the procedure, but I'm so excited about the results. I could immediately read the time on a clock all the way across the room! And now waking up in the morning I don't have to blindly search for my glasses just to navigate my way downstairs.

Obviously in this season of the big guy who "sees you when you're sleeping and knows when you're awake," I'm using my new-and-improved vision to full advantage with the kids. As I've explained to them, my corrected vision allows me to catch any and all misdeeds.

They were pretty impressed hearing about how I had lasers shot into my eyes, and there's a chance Charlie misunderstood the procedure slightly to think that now I can actually shoot lasers from my eyes. At the very least, they seem pretty convinced I can see through walls now and have eyes in the back of my head. Shenanigans have been reduced significantly in recent days.

I know this won't last long and the kids will soon remember that mom is not only forgetful sometimes, but she doesn't have superhero vision. But I'll take the street cred while I can — plus the new 20/20 vision.