We've had seats reserved at the Medinah "Breakfast with Santa" for weeks now. We'd been talking about it here and there to Brooke (she's never "met" Santa before), and each time it came up, she would say that she didn't want to talk to Santa, which we said was fine. My theory is that there's no reason for her to equate him with fear or anxiety.
But today she changed her mind. It must have been something about the atmosphere that got her really excited to meet him. She did a great job waiting expectantly in line, although she did want to hold hands most of the time.
Every third smile or so from her seems to be legit these days.
Santa was nice enough. And she did a great job telling him what she wanted: "Her very own computer with a pen" {aka stylus}; she may or may not browse the Target toy ad when trying to poop on the potty. Those marketers know what they're doing.
They also had balloon guys (not sure what the technical term is) who were pretty impressive. She asked for a flower.
The flower was blocking her face in all the other pics we took, so trust me that it was well done.
Then we went on to the face painting. She asked for a pink tiger. I think that she was expecting a small pink tiger on her cheek.
Instead, the girl gave her a pretty fierce tiger face...that she was NOT a fan of. We had to wash it off almost immediately. I was very proud that she didn't dissolve into tears about it, though. She calmly - and repeatedly - told us that she wanted to take it off.
After that, there was a Legoland room with all kinds of Lego activities and a bounce house. Oh, and an amazing dessert buffet. We had a great time and were so happy to have Matt's parents and Grandma join us.
Miles was a trooper through the whole thing (story of his life thus far, it seems). I actually took him to the doctor this morning to have them check out his gunky eyes and runny nose. Poor guy has an ear and eye infection. I'm calling "shenanigans" on the flu shot/breastfeeding immunity booster theories. I'm not sure if it's adding preschool or the second child, but we've had our fair share of illness around here the last month or so. I'm really hoping/praying it clears up for our upcoming trips to St. Louis and Florida...which reminds me, unless I get some divine inspiration, this may be my last post for 2012.
Have a very merry Christmas and a happy new year!
"For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace." Isaiah 9:6
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