Today we finally made a
unsuccessful trip to see Santa. This past weekend, B and I took the kids to Clackamas Town Center to visit him. As we got of the car, Peyton upchucked his lunch in the parking lot. Wow, ok. We asked Peyton if he wanted to go home. "No, I want to see Santa!" So we go in, and the line is ridiculous. We tell Peyton the line is too long and we'll come back at a better time the next day. He said ok and seemed unusually eager to go home. On the ride home, he's complaining that his tummy hurts and as we're on the freeway...more puke, and lots of it....on his lap in the car. B at this point is gunning it and we finally get home and put Peyt in the shower and get him settled on the couch with a bowl by his side. He was sick for the next 24 hours.
So today, he's feeling better and finally eating again so I decide to take the kids to Lloyd Center to see Santa. We get there at literally 1:01pm. Santa's on lunch from 1-2pm. Wonderful. I have to work today so I didn't have time to wait. Peyton was super disappointed so I drove to Mall 205 and this is what we got:
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Olivia, not amused~Santa, not looking at the camera and hard of hearing ("Merry Christmas Peyson")~Peyton, with a creepy smile.
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Oh well! At least we got a picture. Hopefully we'll have better luck next year. :)
1 comment:
sad time for sure - that is where Amy and I have always gone but Santa has always looked at the camera - his helpers apparently weren't very helpful.
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