This past weekend (Thanksgiving weekend) we took Chase to see Santa. This was a very big deal since he was too scared of Santa last year and wanted nothing to do with that scary man in the red and white suit at the mall. But this year was different.
Maybe it's because we keep telling him about Santa, about how he needs to tell Santa what he wants for Christmas. We remind him that he has to be a good little boy because, as Chase will tell you, Santa doesn't like whiny babies. (We've also let Chase know that Santa will be taking his paci's to give to little babies who need them, but that's another posting).
Not only was Chase willing to sit in Santa's lap and talk to him, he was extremely excited. So excited, in fact, that he didn't really like the waiting-in-line part of the process (he gets that honest). We were only the 4th family in line, but still.
He even resorted to yelling at Santa while he waited:
His excitement made me laugh at first. Then to see how sweet he looked with his hands folded in his lap brought tears to my eyes.
Ok. I'll go ahead and say it. This Santa trip was just as much for me as it was for Chase.
"Alright now, Santa. I'll see you in a few weeks. You remember what I said?" |
It was definitely a successful Santa trip. The kind that makes a Mama happy. :)