Santa Baby

Charlotte has her first encounter with the Jolly One last night at an annual party we love attending. Let's just say it could have gone a wee bit better. The second her fanny touched the velvet knee she began howling. I felt so bad but just couldn't help laughing. Have you seen the website that chronicles crying babies on Santa's knee? It's a classic, a must-see that's been turned into a book. Perhaps i'll send in Charlotte's weepy image. Harry, on the other hand, is enjoying understanding Christmas and the presumed bounty that is Santa. He very politely explained his needs to the Man in Red ("Thomas trains, please") before seeking out a plate of butter cookies, which I'm pretty sure he cleaned of the very last crumb. 'Tis the season.

We did extract some smiles from Charlotte as the night wore on. I'm including a few (including a great photo of the kid faces smooshed into a glass window) just to support the fact that we don't intentionally torture our young.