So, we tried to get the kids picture with Santa this past weekend....
Three reasons I'm a horrible parent
1. Ella may be scarred for life
2. I'm just now realizing Cali had no socks on, or shoes for that matter
3. I told Aubrey just to keep smiling, despite the screaming in her right ear(she did a great job by the way:)
The story: We woke up Saturday morning and thought, lets go to the mall, shop, and see Santa. The hustle and bustle of Christmas shopping I actually enjoy, as long as it isn't too crazy crowded. The mall wasn't too crowded and the line to see Santa wasn't long. The girls all agreed they wanted to see Santa Clause this year, even though in years past they have wanted nothing to do with sitting on his lap. Ella was fine in the line, but when we walked up to him, she freaked. We thought for sure she would calm down after we put her on his lap. But, nope. She only screamed louder. Don't worry-we didn't prolong the agony and picked her up after a few seconds of screaming. Just kept her on long enough to snap the shot we needed for memory sake. We know she'll appreciate it...someday:)