Trey Vs. Santa

Trey met Santa for the first time. I know, he's (as in Treyson) been around two years, but last year I was a deadbeat mom and didn't take him. I regret it. What's done is done. Seeing Santa walk in with Aunt Kimbra.

I was happy to find out, Santa would be gracing our presence at the our church's ward (congregation) party. Anything to dodge the $20 photo op at the mall. Though, after seeing these pictures in the amazing florescent lights our church building has, I'm guessing we'll be going for a round 2 in similar attire. for $20 Either that, or I need to do some major editing. I don't know how good photographers do it. How the heck do you have time to get perfect lighting when your child is nose diving off Santa's lap?

Anyway. Treyson liked Santa. Actually, he cared more about the popcorn ball santa gave him (kid loves the popcorn). He got his loot and wanted out!

When I snuck back in post-psycho children who are entirely TOO old to be sitting on Santa's lap, stealing his popcorn balls or ruining every photo I take - for a second photo opp, Treyson freaked and BAILED.

I don't blame him. The whole concept is frightening to me. I think he was in it just for the presents in form of popcorn.

He did, however, enjoy: Singing christmas carols (I fear he has his parents lack of singing talent), eating every sugary treat known to man because everyone thinks he is cute and wants to give him sugar (kill me), and sitting with his girlfriend from nursery observing santa from afar while screaming "HO HO HO" every five minutes. I'm glad he's got that part down.

Here is a delightful photo of Treyson and his mother. The twins are hiding. My hair is darker (boo for natural). Trevor is not hiding. He was not present at this monumental event. He choose to be with the cows instead. Can you sense my bitterness?