Santa Claus Is Comin' to Town

This morning was Breakfast with Santa, and so we got up bright and early and headed to meet the big man himself. Andrew was really excited, and Anthony informed me he was just going to stand beside Santa. Maybe shake his hand . . . I think he's on to us . . . oh and I made the part about shaking his hand up. But seriously, I think he's super suspicious. :(

One of the things I love about Breakfast with Santa is that it's not just throw your kid in Santa's lap, snap a picture, and on to the next kid. Remember the scene from "A Christmas Story"? It's the polar opposite of that. It's more like a conversation with Santa, and they take a ton of pictures and then hand you a c.d. to do with as you please. And then you get to eat pancakes, with sprinkles, chocolate, and whipped cream. What more could you ask for?

Please excuse all the pictures. I couldn't decide which ones to post so I posted them all.

This was a very deep, highly intellectual, intensely philosophical conversation about a Spiderman Bicycle. (Yes I overdid it on the adjectives.)

Anthony wasn't too thrilled about this. He was coerced by one of the nice ladies to "just sit on Santa's lap for a second." Then he was trapped. Oh and none of the pictures of the two of them with Santa were very good. It was like everyone was looking in twelve different directions.

I should also add that I didn't really check Anthony's hair this morning to see if it was laying down. Oops. Hope you're having fun in Vegas Sarah! ;)

Anthony is 8 not 28. He's just really tall.

After Santa we met up with my Mom and went on a shopping marathon. At least with two boys it seemed like a marathon. Not to mention that the stores were packed, and it's been a while since I've been shopping with my Mom. I'm a grab and go shopper. Mom? Not so much. But it was a lot of fun. And now I'm going to collapse.