Christmas is just around the corner. Henry may still be too young to get anything out of it - other than an appreciation for little colored lights - but it's still our First Christmas with him. In the finest tradition of torturing those you love, especially when they are too young to fight back, we took him went to see Santa Claus.
Not that it was all that much torture for him. As you can see, he really just didn't care.
Is this another one of those things I'll understand when I'm older? Whatever, I'm bored already.It was part of a larger get-together, an opportunity to allow Henry and Austin to share their complete boredom with the man in the big red suit. You can't see it, but they are wearing nearly-matching outfits. Wuwu/Mimi/Grandma seems to think they are twins, and every major and minor holiday so far has featured some sort of matched outfit.
Props to the most photogenic Santa I've ever seen, btw.
The picture taking didn't stop at Santa's Photo Booth, Mom had to snap a couple of the little tyke under the Christmas tree. Below, the best of the bunch:
1 comment:
Love the one of him under the tree. He looks so happy!
As for Santa, I'm amazed he wasn't entranced by that man's beard. It was well within tugging reach.
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