Well, I took the little tikes out to the Mall for the first time and they met Old St. Nick. Overall it went pretty well, but Miss Kate did not like Santa. Carson was completely in awe of his beard (which was real), and he even talked to him a little while I attempted to calm down Kate.

Waiting in line to meet Santa. I guess it’s entirely too much to ask that they not yank off their shoes and socks in the car, eh? The twins went barefoot instead.
I think Kate knew something unpleasant was about to go down because all of the other kids were screaming and crying.

Carson looking at Santa’s beard, Kate looking at me. I knew it was about to go downhill fast once she gave me “the look.”

I took these with my little crappy camera. This was pre-meltdown Kate.

Carson hung out with Santa while I tried to calm down (unsuccessfully) Miss Kate. He even stroked Santa’s beard.

This is their “official” Santa photo; taken by a 16-year old Mall employee dressed up like an elf. I paid $35 for this piece of photographic mastery.
Oh well. It was worth it, and the photo just cracks me up. Santa looks drunk with his eyes shut, Kate looks freaked out, and Carson was leaning forward and therefore looks constipated.
As for the rest of the Mall experience, I managed to restrain myself. I did buy a UT pennant for Carson’s room and we browsed in Baby Gap but I didn’t buy anything. I met lots of other moms in line for Santa and in the Food Court area. It’s funny how every one of them said, ‘I just had to get out of the house! I can’t handle the cabin fever anymore.’ It was nice to momentarily feel like you have found a kindred spirit. It was refreshing to get out and about today.







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