Merry Christmas

We finally went to see Santa. We went to North Park this year, and after getting our number, going home, and waiting an overall 4 hours, we finally got to meet him. This was quite an ordeal-let me explain:

We got up, got dressed in our cute dress and headed to the mall. J met us there around 11:30. The internet said that was when he started to see kids. Well, we got there and we got a number. Wow, a number to see Santa--that is being organized. We were number 122 and they were on number 2! So, we went to lunch and then London and I headed back home for her afternoon nap. Right at 3, I woke her up and we headed back to the mall. By this point, she had had enough. She was crying and trying to take off her shoes in the car. Somehow, she snagged a hole in her panty hose, and I almost wanted to start to cry myself! When we finally got there, they were on number 144! Oops! But luckily they squeezed us in, and we didn't have to wait long.

We had been talking a lot about Santa. We drew pictures of him, watched him on TV, and practiced saying, "ho ho ho!" I really thought she might be able to hold it together! But no such luck. She did cry, but not too bad. I was pretty proud of her--it had been a long day! Thank goodness we only do this once a year!

Here she is--hole and all!

Last year: my little deer caught in the headlights!!
We hope you have a wonderful Christmas!