Santa

We made the big trip to Santa this week. Since Willa is scared of Santa, and generally doesn't even want to talk about toys for Christmas if they come from Santa, we were nervous. She decided not to be scared of the Big Guy, but still was not thrilled to be there.



The line for Santa wound through giant snow globes that the kids could wait in. Andrew was enchanted by the snow.



It was serious business.




Very serious.



Willa was scared of the snow globes, so she clung to my hair outside of the snow while we waited. (Don't judge me by how I look in this picture -- I hadn't planned to leave the house that day, and hadn't quite made it to the shower yet.)



They were both happy once we got home. Willa was so happy in her dress that she didn't want to take it off, so we got a few more pictures of her.