The Sunday before Thanksgiving we headed downtown for our city's annual Christmas Preview. Eric and I were excited to check out the shops, see the decorations, have a cup or two of cider, and listen to the music. The kids, ok, not the kids, the boys, had one thing on their agenda- see Santa.
Every year since we've had kids we've had a crying baby who doesn't like Santa picture. I wasn't sure about this year. Finley is generally pretty easy-going toward strangers, but this year was no different. Our sweet girl wasn't a fan. It obviously wasn't because of the huge beard, she's quite used to those. Maybe it was the huge white beard?
I do love the crying babies with Santa photos. Poor Santa. (Now that I look at the pictures, none of them seem to fond of Saint Nick. Don't be deceived, the boys love Santa.)