After filling our bellies at a new brunch place (it was OK, but not breakfast-y enough for us), we headed down to the local pretty hotel last Sunday to visit with the big guy in red.
Little Miss was an unstoppable explorer, wanting to touch every bauble and shiny thing she could get her tiny mits on.
Until, we handed her to Santa. Because the stranger-danger phase is strong with this one, she immediately started screaming.
It was a little better with Dad actually holding her--he's the big shadow in the background there--but she was still very suspicious.
So, we quickly pulled her away so that the Kid could have some quality time to discuss his Christmas wishes. Except that he quickly got so shy (and distracted by the candy canes!) that all he could do was smile and nod.
Thank goodness we had already written a letter!