Aren't I brave, going to the mall to see Santa with all the girls? We attempted color coordination, but we sort of failed. We arrived promptly at 11 am, which is when the big guy was scheduled to arrive. Of course, I didn't actually know this, (that would have required planning), but that's what all the other people waiting in the line told me. We were just lucky. Or so we thought. Santa was extremely inconsiderate and arrived an hour late.
Not to worry though, my children kept everyone entertained.
I bet those well behaved kids were so jealous.
Nothing says Santa like palm trees.
The mother in front of us had come well prepared with a diaper bag full of snacks, books, toys and an ipad. My kids played with the pillars.
Everyone was in pretty good spirits.
But there's a grump in every crowd.
This book was magical. The kids could touch the pages and it would play the same song over and over. And over. I was magically made insane by hearing "Jingle Bells" over 5,000 times.
Finally!!! Our turn has arrived and it's only been two hours! Francesca has only broken one ornament off the giant Christmas tree. I am smiling because I am about to give Mr. Claus a piece of my mind for showing up so late. Then, they told me I could not use my own camera. I was required to pay $30 for one picture.
Ha! Take that, my bearded friend. A picture all my own and it didn't cost $30! Of course, no one wanted to sit on Santa's lap. He tried to lasso Victoria, but she struggled to get away. Francesca was frozen with fear. Good times. However, Santa did redeem himself by giving all the kids free tickets to the carousel inside in the mall.
Victoria thought the merry-go-round was really fun until her horse started moving.
Then, she freaked. She somehow managed to cataplut herself off her horse and into my arms. I had to hang onto her while I kept Francesca from falling off. Francesca seemed to have the crazy idea that she did not need me to hold her. She kept pushing my hand away, even as she slid off her giant horse.
Catherine was protesting pictures by this point.
My favorite part of the mall experience: the cinnamon pretzel.
Look at this! Francesca has her own store.
If my Victoria does have a secret, it better not be about bras and panties.
I think I have had my fill of excitement for a while. Has anyone else gone to see Santa yet?