It went pretty well. No Brennan or Daddy meltdowns at all. Santa was on the lower level, so we had to take the stroller on the escalator. Well, I guess we didn't have to, we could have taken the elevator, but what fun is that?
Thankfully, the line was short when we got to Santaland, and there were only two families in front of us. The first family was in and out in no time flat. The second family was another story. Mom was definitely looking for the perfect poses and expressions from her two little girls and tiny baby boy. There were several runs back and forth from the kids to the photographer, but in the end I think she got what she was after. Brennan was fascinated by all the toys and all the people and kids around, so we didn't have to worry about him (or Daddy) losing their patience.
When it was our turn to see Santa, Brennan was cool with the whole thing. He gave Santa a high five and a low five, and had no problem sitting on his lap. We couldn't get him to smile when it was time, but at least he wasn't crying. Actually, I wish I could have pictures of some of the faces he was making at us. We were all yelling and waving for him to smile, and the photographer was squeaking her fuzzy duck and pointing at her dancing Santa doll. Brennan just looked at us as if to say, "Have you all lost your minds? What is wrong with you people? I'm just trying to chill with Santa."
So here's the picture, and below that one is the one from 2008. It's amazing how much he's grown! *sniff sniff* But I won't comment about how much Santa has grown. Because, you know, it's almost Christmas and I want to stay on the Nice list.
2009
2008
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