This weekend marked Charlotte's first experiences with Santa Claus. Yes, Santa -the man that all children fear. Yet, somehow, they don't seem to mind the whole toy thing. Yesterday we went over to a local park expecting to see Santa arrive in a helicopter and greet all the good little boys and girls. But, alas, the weather was not cooperating and Santa's reindeer must have been resting up for the big night, so instead of a grand, wind-sweeping entrance Santa arrived via antique firetruck.I was a bit anxious to see how Char would respond to the man in the red suit. We talked about him for the whole week prior, looked at pictures and even played with little Santa figurines. All in the hopes that maybe she wouldn't be like every other kid and she wouldn't cry when he came near her. And for their first meeting she did pretty good! No tears, just that typical toddler look of, "and WHO are YOU??!!"
For Char's 2nd meeting with the big guy we attended her first big Christmas party with Easter Seals today. It was a nice event (except for the fact that it started at 8am) held at Neiman Marcus before the crowds were officially let in to buy their overpriced non-necessities. Char was introduced to a "princess" when she got to meet Miss Illinois. But, honestly, Brian and I were both a little upset when she decided to show some little girl how the crown was held to top of her head with a crazy hodge-podge of bobby pins and tape. C'mon!! She just killed the allure of the perfect beauty queen for me. I thought it was held up by magic and the lack of cellulite. Luckily Charlotte didn't see that. Phew!
And then it was time for SANTA ......
And, it turns out that she is in fact just like every other kid. Char didn't want to have a quaint visit with Santa. BUT she was happy to take the baby doll that he was handing out. Typical. Thanks Easter Seals for a great first Xmas party and thanks for the baby doll Santa!
And now I, like I'm sure a lot of other parents out there, wonder how long it will take until I get a nice pic of my daughter on Santa's lap. It took 18 years for my mother to get one of me. And even then I was still a little afraid of him.
4 comments:
Mandi,
Double posts in a week's time, I love it! It is so great to catch up with all of you. It make me miss you though.
I'm glad you all are doing well. I hope the holidays are awesome and you survive your human anatomy course.
Love,
Julie
Hey mandi,
Josh had his first photo with santa last week too. At 9 weeks old I guess he is too young to be upset yet, maybe we will have a smiliar photo to Charlotte's next year!! Something to look forward too! Allison
Hope is not lost! Isabella sat on Santa's lap twice last year when she was 4 and she just did it again this past weekend! Afterall 'tis the season of miracles! Love to all of you!
Kari
Too funny! Of course it is creepy. We didn't know any better when we were kids and neither do they. Payton only liked the Santa in the antique toy shop who gave her a dollar. Smart kid! And yes, who in their right mind plans a party for 8am??? Unless you are in Europe and it just started at 4am!
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