Right to scare Payton away. . . Yep! That’s right. My little social butterfly was spooked by the holly jolly Mister himself. I sat her down on his padded knee and the waterworks were a flowin’. I had a feeling this is how it would go this year, so much worse than last year when my little baby girl was four-days new and now here she is eleven days away from being one. After I took her off of Santa’s knee I tried sitting with her and it was still a no-go. I love the picture though. As sad as it is it makes me smile, it’s a funny moment where this iconic figure brought so much fear into this little being yet a few years from now she’ll be asking when he’ll return. So happy I went on a whim today.
After Santa she hugged me so tightly and would not let go, that was until we shopped for baby Uggs and a pair of Tom’s. We settled for a pair of black Tom’s. Too bad we have to special order them. They were too cute to resist, as were the Uggs but I knew Jim would divorce me for spending that kind of money on a pair of boots for her ever growing feet.
Here she was finally resting after screaming through Macy’s and a quick trip through Bath & Body Works. She fought closing her beautiful blue’s until Elmo in Grouchland was rolling it’s credits. Ahh! Lovin’ the life of an almost toddler.
It was too hard to resist posting last year’s picture once again.
