Meeting the Big Guy

Oh, Christmas.  It's truly my favorite time of year, and this year the Christmas season has already been so special just with the addition of our little elf.  Decorating the tree and the apartment, baking Christmas cookies, stringing up lights ... it's all so magical, but so far the best part has been when Henry met Santa.



Henry and Santa Claus: BFF



Two weeks ago, my parents' church hosted Breakfast with Santa.  My folks were so excited they insisted that we come down, and so we did.  We dressed Henry in something adorable (it was tough, as all his clothes are pretty adorable) and made the trip, and then stood in line for ... well ... awhile.  Honestly, I was excited about seeing how Henry would react.  I was a bit worried that standing in line for an hour in a mall crowded with other, possibly bad-tempered children might spoil the experience, so I was glad we were able to visit Santa for free.  The line snaked closer and closer, and finally it was our turn.  Elvis plopped Henry down on Santa's lap, and my little angel turned and looked and Santa, and started cooing at him like they were old friends.  It was so cute, and I was super-delighted to hear the woman in line behind me remark, "I've never seen a baby so at-ease with Santa!"  I guess I shouldn't be surprised; I already knew my child was quite the most amazing child ever.