Santa 2012

This weekend I took the boys to have "breakfast with Santa" which is put on by our little town's parks and recreation team over at the senior center. Breakfast with Santa consisted of getting in line to have a picture with Santa and then getting in another line to get your pancakes and sausage. For as much as Landon has been talking about Santa this year, he looked a little forlorn when faced with the jolly fellow. But! He didn't cry. Nor did Anders. They basically looked like they were thinking "Seriously? This guy? He fits down the chimney? This guy? Hmm."

And Santa's also thinking "Seriously?" As in "Seriously, it's only 9am and I have three more hours at this gig?"

Here is what Anders looked like before we left. He was a happy jolly soul! Santa killed his spirit. Or teething dampened it. Probably teething.