A Visit with Santa

I took the kids to see Santa yesterday. Leading up to the visit, I really thought Connor was going to have a problem with it and Isla would be totally fine. When we were headed to the mall, I told Connor we were going to see Santa. He flipped out. Like flipped out the same way he does when I say we are going to the post office (not sure why, but he HATES the post office). Things weren't looking good. So I decided to not talk about it more and just go.

When we got to the mall and over to where Santa was, there were plenty of fun things for Connor to look at. Huge Christmas trees, flashing lights and maps to track Santa. With all the fun, Connor did fine. Once it was our turn to see Santa, Santa was nice. He took time talking to Connor and making him feel comfortable before Connor got on his lap. Once Connor was fine, I handed Isla over. Poor girl lost her cool. Apparently she isn't a fan of Santa. And her tears didn't stop until she was safe in my arms. Maybe next year will go a little better, but I still think the picture is cute. And I think it will be fun to watch the kids relationship with Santa change over the years via cheesy Santa mall photos.

And incase you want to check out last year's photo, you can here.

On a more somber note, while I was taking my kids to see Santa, moms on the other side of the country were learning they lost their little babes. This senseless tragedy has made me sick to my stomach. It has made me hug my kids a little more these past couple days and be a little bit more patient with the temper tantrums. I just can't imagine. It makes me realize how much of life is out of our control. And with that, I cry out to God and remember that ultimately my children's lives are in his hands.


  1. Ooohhh noooo! What a sweetheart! I just melted when I saw this on Instagram.


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