A Visit to Santa

Last year, my sister started a tradition of visiting Santa's Cabin for family pictures.  It is a fantastic place with no lines and you are able to take all of your own pictures.  Cal's first trip to see Santa was very uneventful - he was 3 weeks old and slept the whole time.

It was such a great expereience that we eagerly booked TWO appointments as soon as they became available for this year - one for each set of grandparents.  They were supposed to be a week apart, but some scheduling issues caused us to rebook one - on the same day as the other!  They were about 4 hours apart, with nap time nicely sandwiched in between.

I wish I could say that it went well.  Cal wasn't afraid of Santa - as long as he wasn't trying to touch him.  He happily played on the floor near Santa's feet.



Oh - Hey Santa.  I like yout truck.



He would sit near Santa, but on his lap?  Melt down.



Daddy!  Come back and get me!



He wouldn't even tolerate Mrs. Claus.



I was super bummed.  Where was my happy baby?  He had been whiny, clingy, snotty and drooly all day.  He had a rash around his mouth that we assumed was from the snot/drool/paci combo.  He appeared to by cutting his molars in the roughest way possible.   All around a bad day to see Santa.  Maybe next year will be better.