The Big Guy

No, not that one--the other one...in the red suit. Before you see this years photos, let me remind you of last year's experience. We hit the range of emotions--happy, confused, crying &, most importantly, spitting up. This year I had a feeling would be very different. My gut just told me Ellen was not going to be a fan of the big guy this year. And, boy, was I right!!! She was fine waiting in line--looking at Santa, running around the mall, saying "Ho, ho, ho!" but no sooner had her Daddy started the walk towards Santa and his lap, this kid was clawing to get back in her Daddy's arms. I think I will just let the photos speak for themselves.
I love the grown-ups debating what to do. In the interest of full disclosure, I will admit that I was sitting there photographing the whole thing and not being much help. But, in my defense, I did repeatedly say, "Don't worry--there's no point in torturing the kid!" Or Santa.

And, here's the final "official" Santa portrait that I paid $30 for:

Merry Christmas to all!!!

proof that i exist

Here's some proof that I actually exist!

This is the only photo we took at the Rockettes, but just let me say, this girl enjoyed her some Rockettes!! Thanks to Grandma Nancy for organizing and taking us!