The Santa Claus Experience

Oh boy. Where do I begin.  Let's start with....

This was Savannah's first time meeting Santa Claus; we chose not to do it last year because honestly it wasn't a big deal to either of us. And clearly, at 8 months old, it wasn't a big deal to Savannah either.  I don't know what I was thinking when I came up with the idea to take her today. As if her now being (almost) 20 months old has made any difference at all on her feelings of a strange old man holding her while we snap away our cameras.  Anyway, initially when we saw the line it didn't look too bad, I thought probably a half hour to 45 minute wait.  Well, as we entered into the one hour mark and there were still about 15 kids in front of us I thought to myself "what the HELL are we doing?" We are waiting in this ridiculous long line, to get a picture of our little girl with a character who she knows nothing about and could care less about.  She's way past her nap time, cranky, and OH did I mention, she made a "stinky" and when I went to give Shane the diaper bag to change her....No. Diapers. Thankfully I was surrounded by mommies, prepared mommies, who were nice enough to help us out in our desperate time of need.  I never appreciated a Pamper so much.  So yes, I was thinking to myself, this is absolutely absurd.  All for a picture.  Because I don't have enough those right?  Sorry I hate to sound like the Grinch but c'mon,  Until it's something she wants to do, we will not be doing that again.  So we may get next year off but that's probably it for a long time.

The Scene

 Thank god there was a play area near by

waiting, waiting, waiting...

Poor thing, why do we put our kids through this?

She got better though

Better? Yes.  But there was no way we were getting a smile

However, Shane was very happy.  He got a new pair of kicks on our way out...