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Dec 21, 201810:16 AM
Joie d'Eve

Living, loving, laughing, and learning in the new New Orleans

Cinnamon Cures Everything

I think it was Wednesday night around 8:42 when I started to feel like I'd well and truly lost the plot.

That was the moment that found me holding a ginger ale-and-cinnamon-encrusted Elf on the Shelf by his face over the sink with tongs and vigorously shaking him. 

I'd been home sick all day with a horrible cold, the kind where as soon as they hear your voice, people start inching away and your sense of decorum erodes to the point that you're actually wiping your nose on the hem of your shirt or a dirty sock or whatever you can grab because you've long-since gone through all of your tissues and fast food napkins. I finally peeled myself off the sofa and ventured out long enough to get Ruby a sweater she needed for her school talent show and buy a gift for my work Secret Santa, and almost as soon as I got home, Georgia managed to spill a entire mug of ginger ale all over Joy Candy Cane Sugar Buttons, as well as her sister's comforter and most of the floor. 

In the course of "helping" clean up, Georgia touched the elf, and so of course s/he (the gender of Joy Candy Canes Sugar Buttons seems to be fluid; Georgia calls her elf by both male and female pronouns interchangeably for some reason) lost his/her magic. As per Elf Canon, cinnamon can restore magic powers, and so Georgia ran and got the cinnamon from the pantry and upended the container on to the poor soggy, sticky elf. There was cinnamon everywhere. 

I had been in the process of baking stupid-elaborate cupcakes for Ruby's school birthday celebration, but when I heard shrieking, I took the lemon curd off the double boiler and ran into their room. 

"OK, OK, this is fine," I said, struggling to stay calm. I threw the comforter in the wash, mopped the floor, and picked up Joy with tongs to clean him/her/them as best I could. 

"The good news," I said, "is Joy has so much cinnamon on him that he can probably handle being touched a couple of times now!" (I call the elf by male pronouns because as the one who actually moves the damn thing, I feel like I can take that liberty.)

Honestly, I was about at my limit. Christmas shopping, decorating, birthday stuff for Ruby, teacher gifts, Secret Santa, Christmas parties, baking, messes, the cold from hell, Christmas pajamas for Ruby on Monday but Georgia on Thursday, talent shows, Christmas programs, Georgia telling me at the very last second that her actual dearest Christmas wish is a remote-controlled car ...

I recited my mantra: "It could be worse. At least no one is puking."

At that moment, Georgia, who had decided her dinner should be a bag of cheddar-sour cream Ruffles chased with a shot of straight chocolate syrup, ran into the bathroom and threw up. (She's fine.)

But it's still all OK. 

Yes, Christmas is nuts. Yes, the elf is a lot of work. Yes, making homemade lemon curd for cupcakes for middle schoolers is extreme. 

At the end of it all, though, that's what it's really all about, right? Going the extra mile to make birthdays and Christmas a little more special for your kids – even if it means looking completely ridiculous (and never getting the cinnamon entirely out from between the floorboards).

May your holidays all be merry and bright! 



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Joie d'Eve

Living, loving, laughing, and learning in the new New Orleans


        Eve is further proof, if any is needed, that New Orleans girls can never escape the city. After living here since the age of 3 and graduating from Ben Franklin High School, Eve moved to Columbia, Mo., where she received bachelor’s and master’s degrees from the Missouri School of Journalism and became truly, unhealthily obsessed with grammar.She had originally intended to strike out to New York City and work in the cutthroat magazine industry there, but after Katrina, Eve felt a strong pull to return home, to her roots, her family, her waterlogged and struggling city – and a much more forgiving work atmosphere that would allow her to skip a routine of everyday makeup and size 0 designer label business suits and enjoy the occasional cocktail or three with an absurdly fattening lunch. She moved back home in January 2008 and lives in Mid-City with her two daughters, Ruby and Georgia; her stepson, Elliot; and her husband, Robert Peyton.Eve blogs about the joys and struggles of living in post-Katrina New Orleans, the unique problems and delights of raising a child in such a diverse and challenging city – including her experiences with the public education system – and her always entertaining and extremely colorful family.Eve has won numerous writing awards, including the Pirates Alley Faulkner Society Gold Medal, the Society of Professional Journalists Mark of Excellence award for column-writing and Press Club of New Orleans awards for her Editor’s Note in New Orleans Homes & Lifestyles and for this blog, most recently winning the award for "Best Feature Affiliated Blog."She welcomes comments, advice, empty flattery, recipes, drink invitations and – most especially – grammatical or linguistic debates.




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