Our daughter Emma talks a mean game. “I’m gonna do this and I’m gonna do that” but sometimes, when it comes down to actually doing what she said she was going to do, the end result is vastly different than what she visualized herself doing in the first place.
Case in point: The Santa Claus Conundrum.
Her first Christmas at eight months old she wanted absolutely nothing to do with the man in the red suit at the mall. She cried so boisterously that even the quick photo of her on Mommy’s lap next to Santa was not worth the purchase price.
The older and wiser Emma of the next Christmas season found her filled to the brim with confidence and courage while waiting in line only to see that bravado dissipate into a mantra of “I don’t wanna” upon reaching the front of the queue. Again, no photo.
This year, in her third Christmas, she had two opportunities to pose with the Big Guy. Her first attempt was at school and she more or less just sorta stood in relative proximity to Mr Claus. The photo was okay but not worth sharing here.
She did get over her case of the St Nick Yips when she took this picture one evening last week during a visit to the mall with Nana and Nani.
Good job, Emma. Mommy and Daddy are proud of you.
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What a big girl! My daughter (21 months) has had two years of hilarious pictures with Santa. (P.S. Does it make me a bad parent that I find pictures of her freaking out hilarious?) But, I really am hoping for a pic like this one next year. 🙂
After 4 years of taking Santa pics for my kids school, I’d say this one was worth the wait. Nice boots.
Love this!!! 🙂