I remember strolling through the mall last year around the this time, already into my second tri-mester, and upon seeing the gaggle of kids lined up to sit on Santa’s lap (and most likely scream their little heads off), I stopped and said to my husband,”That will be us next year.” Even though I hate standing in lines, and being around other people’s screaming kids, a part of me was excited right down to my toes (which I could barely see anymore, ahem). I couldn’t imagine it. My own little baby sitting on Santa’s lap for the first time. This tiny little person growing inside of me will, at this time next year, be getting his or her photo taken with a fat man in a red suit.
And then I promptly forgot about it until late November when one of my friends with a baby D’s age posted pics of her daughter with Santa.
Oh shit. We have to do that this year.
Cue the obsessing.
What outfit will he wear? I picked out three of his best outfits, snapped a photo, and polled Twitter and Facebook for a winner, much to my husband’s chagrin since he had a clear favorite. It was almost unanimous, and thank goodness it was the same outfit my husband wanted.
Now, which Santa should we visit? This took a lot of researching. Fortunately, a few of my other friends did the dirty work for me, polling their friends and family using Facebook for suggestions on the best Santa in the area. We narrowed it down to two locations and on one of my vacation days, we dressed our little man up, praying to the spit up Gods that he wouldn’t ruin his outfit before picture time. In my mind, I was prepared to drive half way across town to the second location if the first one was a bust. But that wasn’t necessary, because here’s what we got:
I mean, does it get any cuter than that? I think not. I love how he’s grabbing Santa’s thumb and now I wish I wouldn’t have been so antsy ordering our Christmas cards on Cyber Monday because everyone will miss out on this cuteness. Except for you guys. And Facebook. And my parents and inlaws because they’re getting framed photos of this for Christmas. Ok so no one is missing out, but still.
And for anyone wondering, we went to Bass Pro at 4pm on a Thursday afternoon with NO line, but a pretty real looking Santa AND a free photo. Not this one though. I snapped this gem myself.
Here’s the free photo. I’ll probably stick this in his baby book so that years from now, we can laugh about the photo-bombing Reindeer in the background.