Five Frantic Faces
On Saturday we went and saw Santa. Last year Zoe was 5 months old and she didn't do so well and we figured this year would be the same. It was. But RC Willey does free pictures and there were free hot dogs too, so we went. We showed Zoe pictures and got her to say "tanta" in hopes that she wouldn't freak out. I thought it might have worked when we got there and she stared at the bearded man in awe. Then it was her turn. If we had had more time to go slowly, I think she might have been fine. But the second Santa reached for her, things started going down hill. And then he rang his bell. Blast that infernal bell. He meant it as a friendly gesture, but it scared Zoe to death. As soon as the encounter ended Zoe was fine and went back to staring intently. At least we got a free frame. And 5 shots of Zoe wigging out with Santa (the last one is the official picture that the store took and printed out for us). Sorry Santa, maybe next year!
3 comments:
I love how the candy cane ALMOST calms her down. I also love the tag "traumatizing our child for life." Isn't it funny how it's like a rite of passage for a child to cry on Santa's lap, but we all adore him in name?
Sad! Maybe next year...
I feel your pain! She'll look back at it someday and be horrified (Jordan doesn't believe she could've ever been scared of Santa).
Ah, the joys of parenthood. your child screaming and clutching your collar for all it's worth, other kids (Jordan) who is "totally" embarrassed to go talk to Santa all by herself so has to talk her sister into going with her, or still, other kids (Belen) who won't stop naming absolutley everything she's ever wanted in her entire life to Santa who is pretending to listen all the while really thinking "Okay kid, enough already! Hey Mom come get your kid."
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