So I have a tradition that I started with my kids that I know somewhere deep in his heart Stuart abhors. Not that he would ruin my ambitions, or one of the few traditions that I have actually started and tried to stick to in our family (I am notoriously flaky if you don't know by now). So yes he does go and stand in line for two hours and fork out 20 bucks for pictures of the blessed event.
Haha...don't know why but even when the kids hate it, I adore going to see Santa. Chiara doesn't cry when she sees him anymore, but there is no way she is going to go sit on a strange man's lap, but she was shocked and amazed when Santa asked what she wanted and when she wouldn't answer said "I'll bet you want a doll" She talked about that one for awhile (I was glad Santa picked something that was already waiting under the tree!). Now she knows that Santa gives candy and her "own baby dolly". Asher seemed to think Santa was just fine and cracked open one eye then dozed right back off :)
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