Visit with Santa

For the second year in a row, we visited Santa at the Children's Museum.  Emma was extremely excited to tell Santa what she wanted, along with the items on Drew's list.  (For the record, Emma wants a Fur Real Go-Go pet and Drewbie wants a truck.)

We got there around 10:45, thinking that we'd be one of the first in line to see Santa because his hours started at 11:00.  But we were one of the other 1,000,000 people who thought the same thing.  It was crazy.  Pure madness.  The line was already out the door by the time we got there.  So Andy & I took turns waiting in line, while we let the kids play. 

Drew was all over the place.  Emma got tired of playing, so she just stood in line with me.  Drew took a dump and of course we didn't bring any diapers.  So not only did he smell nice and ripe, but at this point he was also Mr. Cranky Pants.  You couldn't hold him without him putting up an absolute fit.  So I opted to keep him out of the picture.  I didn't want to subject Santa to that treatment and smell.  (God, it was gross.)

So cute: Emma telling Santa what she wants.

 And this is what happened every time you tried to pick Drew up.  He was a complete nightmare.

Oh, sure...he's Mr. Happy Pants when he's able to do what he wants! (BTW---please excuse his long hair....he's in desperate need of a haircut.  I'm not a fan of long hair on boys and I can't STAND the way it looks right now.)

Emma was finally able to "beat" Daddy down the slide!  Everything's a competition for Missy Lucille.