Santa Baby

Remember the post about the pumpkin patch? Well, same song, different verse. I could pretty much just tell the same story, but insert "picture with Santa" in the place of "pumpkin patch". I never knew the stresses of planning family outings and picture opportunities with a baby! When you take into consideration our work schedules, Zane's random napping schedule, and never knowing when that cute little outfit is gonna get ruined by a big ole, explosive poopy diaper....well, it's a lot harder than it should be to get a simple picture with Santa!

Zane did not take a nap this morning. I dropped him off to shop with my mom and grandma while I got a haircut, then we all met for lunch. After a morning of shopping and a full tummy, Z was one worn out little boy. But I was determined that today was the day for that boy to meet Santa! He did NOT cry. He also did NOT smile. Let's just say he was a little mesmerized. The look on Z's face is priceless!

Although he looks scared to death, I think he was more confused. He didn't make a peep. He just kept staring at him. Then he would look down at the white trim on his sleeve. And then back to staring at his bearded face! Santa told him that he was officially moved from the 'naughty' list to the 'nice' list, somewhere around nine months, because that's when he started letting him mommy sleep more. :) I never heard him tell Santa what he wants for Christmas, so I really hope he sent him a letter. How awful would it be if Santa didn't know what gifts to bring this cute little boy?