For a few weeks now, we’ve been explaining who Santa is to Riley. He now points out “Anta” whenever he sees him on a Christmas card, TV, or on the street (meaning any guy with a white beard). So when we had breakfast with Santa over the weekend, we were so excited to see how he’d react. Would he be the typical screaming toddler being forced onto Santa’s lap? We really didn’t think so. And we were right.
When Santa came into the room to the breakfast, I was holding him and he immediately started kicking and arching his back in that let-me-down-I-want-to-run way. It was awesome.
If I hadn’t held him back, he would’ve appeared in many other kid’s pictures. He wanted “Anta” and he wanted him now.
When it finally came time for his turn on the jolly old man’s lap, he was thrilled.
He happily plopped himself onto the big, red lap.
And then he did what all little kids do, right? – he leaned back and cuddled himself in. Surely ready for a long winter’s nap:
Merry Christmas, Riley. Thanks for continually making our lives fun, interesting and joyful. We never know what you’re going to do next, you crazy little boy, and that’s one of the reasons we love you!