Meeting Santa for the First Time

The day we went to the Mall of Louisiana, Hannah wanted to check out Santa Claus. In fact, she was fascinated by him. She walked right up to the gate and just stared at him. But I didn't have her dress that I bought for this momentous occasion, so we decided to skip it and just take her to the Santa at our mall in Lafayette instead. Poor kid... that close to the big red man and we have to leave because of a dress.

Fast forward a week or so. We bring Hannah to the mall, complete with precious Christmas smocked bishop gown. The stage is set. Hannah is dressed just like her mama wants. Check. Santa claus is here and taking photos. Check. The line is short! CHECK! Everything is in place for us to have the memory that Mama has in her mind of her baby's first Santa picture.

But one thing is wrong.

WE SKIPPED NAP TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In all the busyness of the day, we forgot, okay, I forgot to put Hannah down for her afternoon nap. So the closer we got to the front of the line, the more she rubbed her eyes and cried. It was HOT in the mall and even HOTTER in that line. She did NOT want to be held, did NOT want to stay with us in the line, and all she wanted was to be put down so she could walk down the ramp. Oh yes, and she wanted a biter biscuit. Do you know how messy those things are?! I was like, NO WAY!! So by the time we got to Santa, she was miserable. He was a good looking Claus, though, so that was a bonus. The photographer was ready and we got one shot before she broke out in histerics, so we are grateful for that.

Ah, yes... the first picture with Santa. Luckily, Hannah memories of her first meeting with Santa won't be tarnished by her lack of sleep. Most babies cry when they are on Santa Claus anyway, so I can just blame Santa instead of blaming myself for not putting Hannah down for a nap. Yeah! That's what I'll do! It's Santa's fault that she cried. :)