
In other news, Erica has had two visits with Santa. Those of you not related to me (Erica's Mommy) do not understand what a big deal this is. I am TERRIFIED of Santa. I never sat on Santa's lap. Not once. I remember my mom trying to bribe me when I was older with large cash sums ($50) to sit on Santa's lap, but she never succeeded. I was not going to go sit on some strange old man's lap. Parents teach you over and over not to let strangers touch you, then want you to go sit on some man's lap who's wearing a fake beard and a rented red suit. Really... Anyway, it's a testament to my hope that Erica doesn't share my neurosis that she has visited Santa twice already. (She only sat on his lap once.)
After crafts, the infant room director convinced me that it would be okay for Erica to see Santa. I went and got my camera and then scoped out the situation. Turns out Santa was the grandpa of one of the girls in the preschool room, so it seemed okay. He was really nice, and even took off his gloves when he held Erica because he said gloves scared the little kids. She did okay, and I did not rip her out of his hands and run screaming into the night. Erica never smiled, but did manage to come away with 6 long white fake beard hairs and a candy cane.
Santa encounter number two was at my office Christmas party. Every year my boss throws a Christmas party for our center, buys every kid a present, and arranges for Santa to come visit. I attached the picture above, because it gives you a sense of how big Erica's gotten. The person in the red coat is not Santa, it's mommy. Just in case you were confused. After we visit with folks I work with and eat, Santa arrives to give the kids their presents. This Santa works with me, so he's got to be okay. His beard is real too, which seems much better. Also, there is no lap sitting.All in all, Erica and I survived the Santa visits, and we are hoping that this will solidify her "good" standing on Santa's list.










