Santa

This time last year Weston was not even 9 months old, so he didn't participate much in Christmas activities and we took advantage by only getting him a few small things in his stocking. This year, however, he is a "big" boy and we've tried to some festive things.

Now we are not anti-Santa around here, but we're not making a big deal about him either. So when I got the advertisement for the member's holiday morning at the Magic House, my thoughts were 1. free treats and 2. getting to go to the Magic House before naptime. Yes, there was a story time with Santa, but Weston and I had our eyes on some doughnuts and about an hour of play time.




Oh friends, here is where we got it all wrong. It was not about pastries and playtime...it was all about Santa. We get there and everyone was dressed to the nines for pictures with Santa and there were LOTS of people. Tights, patent leather, sparkles, glitter, sweater vests. I looked at Weston, glad that he was clueless and couldn't be embarrassed about his little blue t-shirt and leftover oatmeal crusties on his face. And luckily, once we got playing we found some other kids dressed the same as us.





We decided to go to the storytime after we ate and played anyway. Packed in a small room with 100 + people, Weston was now down to his undershirt after his water table experience. That left me 8 months pregnant, holding 2 coats, a bag, a wet t-shirt and trying to keep tabs on a toddler. The same lady brought me Weston's coat twice after I dropped it. After Santa came in, they announced, "Have a seat, it will be quite a wait to see Santa!" To which I replied to Weston, "Say bye-bye Santa!"

And off we went, leaving the Santa chaos to the professionals.