It's that time of year again! Time to deck the halls, bake cookies and traumatize your children for life by forcing them to sit on the lap of a giant maniacally laughing bearded crazy man. Not surprisingly, Mac was very anti-Santa from the beginning. Like way before we left the house. Actually, any time we mention the big man, he gets this sad look on his face and tells me he doesn't like Santa. I think he's drawing on the photos he's seen of himself crying on Santa's lap from years past (I might have at least one of them proudly displayed in our home because I think it's hilarious). And although this wasn't part of my diabolical plan to get the kids to have dramatic Santa photo meltdowns, I can't say that I'm disappointed in their reactions.
Mac's tears started before we even got in the car. They were short-lived and then reappeared when he saw our jolly Santa in all his glory. But he knew that he'd get a treat (a sucker) if he did the photos, so he sucked it up and complied. By the time we took the photos, the tears were more because I told him he couldn't open the sucker until he sat on Santa's lap than the actual man himself. Mim, not surprisingly, was actually pretty into Santa - she was kicking and smiling and blowing spit bubbles at him (the infant equivalent to flirting, I think) from the sidelines. She's pretty laid back, so I expected that. But despite her initial excitement, she tends to take emotional cues from her big brother. So, when he lost it, so did she. I think the progression of her expressions in these photos are just the greatest thing ever - from a serious pout to a full out meltdown.
So that went well.
Actually, it went just as well as it has the last three years.
At least we're consistent.
a horrible parent and love bad Santa photos?