Our trip to Santa this year was fairly comical, which wasn't a surprise. When we first got to the mall, Mike and I split up to get the boys haircuts and the girls tights, because I had searched all over the house that morning and couldn't find any (they were in the dryer...awesome). By the time we headed to sit on the jolly guy's lap it was pushing nap and bottle time, and we were ready for lunch!
We weren't sure if all four kids would fit on Santa's lap, but it worked out. Ben wasn't thrilled, but once he got his pacifier he was fine...again not a surprise. Emmie can be a bit of a sympathy crier, so Ben crying upset her and the rest is (recorded) history...
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