When you make a big production out of going to meet santa, getting dressed in some holiday attire to have your photo taken, then wait in line, outside in the cold, you at least expect to get a good photo out of it. This is not what I expected.
No, that is not a muppet-baby from Sesame Street, it's my 5-month old baby girl in her first Christmas photo. The bigger kid does not, in reality, have orange hair, and usually does not have this kind of look on his face. This santa had one of those dirty white hobo beards, and a wicked-sounthern accent. We now refer to him as south pole santa.
In the photo below you can see that Jack has been allowed to bring spider man to see Santa on the town square.
The month did actually start off great with Jillian continuing to put on weight and learn to eat cereal and even some of Jacqui's home-made baby food. She's rolling over onto her belly and making some crawling motions. All pretty good progress.
Jack's pre-school class had been practicing singing Christmas songs. They had a celebration and the man in the red suit made an appearance.
Jack was more than a little disruptive during the program.
At one point he climbed into Santa's fireplace, took out the fake fire wood and whacked some kid in the mouth with it.
None of these kids will be getting an award for singing any time soon. Sounded like cats in an alley.
Monday he's Spider Man, Tuesday he's Green Lantern, Wednesday it might be a ninja...
The kid below, with the red shirt and his back to the camera, is one of Jack's best friends. Something happened between the two of them which has caused a bit of a problem. Last time, it was an argument about which super-hero, Spider-man or Super-man, was more red. Not really a big deal, unless you are a 3 1/2 year-old.
Anyway, whatever it was this time, it pissed-off Jack so much, that after school, he told me he had a secret he needed to talk to me about. He was visibly upset, teary-eyed and red-faced as he told me what was wrong and handed me this sheet of paper.
It turns out, Jack had created this "naughty list" and he "wrote" his friends name on it. Yes, he put his best friend on Santa's shit-list. "I don't know how to do it", he said. "Get him off of it". We had a talk about being friends, and not doing that again, and let him know we'd have to ask the elves to deliver a message to Santa to please fix it, so his friend could be on the "good boys" list.
This photo below is Jacqui falling into the tree, wearing high heels, with her son on her shoulders. It was such a bad idea, I had to get a photo of it. He was very proud of himself for getting that star up there.
The photos with Santa came out so bad that we had some other photos taken of the kids.
Ok, one last story. I took Jack to the mall to do some last minute shopping for Jacqui. We made a short detour into a toy store when Jack saw they had a train set assembled in the entrance. A few minutes later, he jumps up and says "hey, I gotta go". That's code for - find a bathroom for me RIGHT NOW. I can give you a sense for the urgency with which he said this, by telling you he had been draging around his Spiderman backpack, filled with his cars and other toys, but left it behind, as he turned and ran out of the store. I know he'd sooner give up a kidney than this bag, yet he's saying - Nope, forget it. I grabed the bag, and chased after him, into the mall, hoping he's running in the right direction. Neither of us really knows where the nearest toilet is, but he's running. We find the bathroom, a bit too late, and I had to strip him down, and throw out the underwear. On our way down the escalator to purchase some new underwear, and pants, he does a complete split, one foot on the moving stairs, and the other still stuck on land, like that scene in the movie Elf with Will Ferrell. I think it's actually called an Elf-split. Two more trips to the bathroom, and we had to leave because we were out of underwear. We got home, and this 'sick' lasted about 12 more hours. Jacqui got it next, then me, then I passed it to two guys at work. I'm now known around the office as Cyrus The Virus.
We hope you are happy and healthy this time of year, and we wish you the very best in the new year.
