Months after the Christmas holidays have past, the guilt has gotten to me. How will my children know if they enjoyed the holidays if I don't chronicle it (because of course, this is a burning question most men wrestle with well into their seventies never to have it resolved by those who remember it). Also, my slight OCD tendencies will not allow me to blog about the present without finishing the chronology up to this point, but that is neither here nor there.
On our way from Tyler to Haslet, we stopped at the North East Mall to visit the same Santa that we had the previous two years. He was less jolly than previously, but perhaps that's because we were further into the holiday season than the last time we went. Ryan and Michael did a great job seeing Santa, but James was having NONE of that. Last year, Bob and I ended up in the picture by accident, and this year, my arm made an appearance as I shoved the reluctant James into the picture with the man in the red suit. Ironic that he won't go see Santa since he is by far our friendliest guy. (And no, he doesn't have a white shirt on under his sweater, he really is just as pasty as the white fur on Santa's suit).
We also took an evening and went to Weatherford to visit the Erenos. We had such a great time with them. Lainie and Riley showed the boys how to feed the horses, and we got to spend lots of time admiring Mykayla. A slight tragedy occurred in the middle of our visit. One of the boys pooped (I think it was James, but I'm not sure), his diaper closure caught on the inside of his sweatpants, opened and poop dropped out of the leg of his pants. Unbeknownst to us, he, then tracked poop all over Riley's room, and Bob and I got to spend lots of time apologizing and cleaning up poop. (Somehow, I think I could write a book - probably not a very exciting one - about my adventures with poop).
Michael, a fan of many sundry types of head gear, rocks (literally) Aunt Mandy's hat.
Our long and somewhat painful stay at Bass Pro allowed me to get individual shots of the boys with Santa for free (God Bless Bass Pro). The amount you have to pay for one picture with Santa is pretty ridiculous, but I can't justify paying for three individual shots and a group picture. James and Santa. This Santa was WONDERFUL! He managed to get the reluctant James to not just sit on his lap, but also not to scream like a maniac.
Sweet Ryan spending some quality time with St. Nick.
Michael did a great job, and he and Ryan both told Santa that they wanted "toys" for Christmas (after some prompting from Mom during that LONG line).