“Santa! Santa Claus! Santa Claus! I want to see Santa Claus! Do you see him?! Do you see him, Momma? Do you see Santa Claus?! Oohhhh! Santa! Santa Claus! I see him! I see him! Daddy, I see Santa Claus! I see him! Do you see him, Colleen, do you see him?! Der he is!!” she squeals as she breaks up to the front of the line to get a better look. Seriously, I thought she was going to rupture her spleen she was so excited.
{Santa sees her and gives her a little wave, a sweet wink and a smile.}
“Wwwwwaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!! Daaaaddddyyyyy! Moooommmmmmaaaa!” she wails as she runs back to us with her crocodile tears.
She freaked. She totally freaked. I wish I had documented her face as she ran back to us. It was priceless. Despite the death grip she had on her Daddy, she didn’t give up. Of course, we had to tell her the big jolly man was going to give her candy in order to keep her in the line. It was her turn. Tyler sat Jae on one knee and I sat little Colleen on the other knee. Jae didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. She didn’t smile either. The photo above makes me laugh because it’s totally what I expected. Jae is frowning. Her hair that I just brushed moments before is a mess. And she’s giving Santa the cold shoulder. And little Colleen is oblivious.
This little adventure was just another reminder of the season of our lives. A life with a {not so} tiny baby, a volatile toddler and survival being the main goal of every day.
We all survived. With candy canes!
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