Im beginning to seriously doubt it. I spent like a week trying to pump Liv up for this years encounter with the jolly fat man. We watched shows and talked about it everyday. She was determined that she was not going to cry and she was going to be a big kid "Like Calliou Mom". I didn't even worry about Toby but I guess I should have because the second I put him on Santa's lap he began to wail. He didn't (and wouldn't) look at Santa the entire time. He just knew I wasn't holding him anymore and for this reason alone, he was pissed! So Liv stuck true to her word. No crying but wouldn't crack anything remotely resembling a smile the entire shoot no matter how many times we yelled at her, made stupid sounds, and asked her to say cheese. She had this same straight face until she got off his lap. SO ANNOYING. So I had to step in, with no make up on, and take one for the team. But really, who wants a picture of the kids, AND THEIR MOM, with Santa. And $20...come on. What a rip.
Im glad we are forced to think about Jesus more this Christmas Season. If this is what Christmas was really all about, I would be going crazy. I'm just so glad we are all in the same boat. Times are tuff and it is really making me focus on the true meaning for this special day. The day my Savior was born. Thank God for that.
I wish they could take pictures with baby Jesus. It would be so much less scary than taking a picture with a fat man with a huge beard. I know they would smile for that one.