Every year we have taken the kids to get their picture taken with Santa. I am pretty picky about picture Santa and usually scout out all the malls for the perfect Mr. Claus. We load everyone up and wait in line for what seems like hours at the mall only to have our very calm children start screaming like banshees at the mere sight of the man in red. We can't even walk by mall Santa without whining. The past two years I have been less than thrilled to appear in the picture myself, with Bella practically in a head lock. This year Santa made an appearance when we had Christmas card pictures taken and Will and Amelia clung to Jason for dear life. Bella allowed Santa to come near but would not even crack a smile. This year we asked the girls if they wanted to go see Santa and have their picture taken with him and tell him what they want for Christmas. They do not. Bella decided she would just write him a letter.
2nd Christmas
3rd Christmas, pregnant with Amelia
who doesn't want to have their picture taken a week after giving birth, I look like I weigh 400 pounds. Will, always the cool cucumber, slept through the commotion
imagine my surprise when this came home from preschool. And she is actually smiling!
1 comment:
That is so funny. I can't believe she did that! Maybe if she saw all her friends do it?
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