Santa





So...I was worried about our Breakfast with Sants because Madison has terrible "stranger anxiety" lately....and who looks stranger than Santa? Well, I was wrong. Madison went right to him, laid back, and checked him out. Sam was the nervous one. He has gone right up and talked his ear off....never cried as a baby, but now at 5 we had to BEG him to get his picture made and tell him ANYTHING. My kids....never a dull moment.
2 Comments:
At 8:53 PM,
Mother of the Year said…
I walked around with 12 oz. of hot chocolate all over my pants at the breakfast with Santa we went to. LOTS OF FUN!
At 12:48 PM,
Bridget said…
No kidding. I had about that much on my pants and shoes last night at church after the Christmas program.
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