Santa Came To Town

Ty's daycare had a lovely Christmas party tonight. It was a potluck at a local park and such a nice time. We had to scramble to get there (seemed to be scrambling a lot lately) as today is M's dance class but we made it before the Big Guy. My children would be the ones in dance attire and filthy sweatshirt and the poopy diaper. Yes, the grubby ones in the back. Other people got their child out early, brought them home and dressed them in fancy outfits, see the dresses and sweater vests? Not a high point on the Momma-scale tonight. But we made it, no shoes and all.

At first, my two little ones were not too sure about the Big Guy. But I think there was safety in numbers because when they could approach him as part of a group, they were great. Marie even decided she wanted to be his helper. That is huge for her. She is starting to be a lot more comfortable and confident in new situations and that is just awesome to see!

It was sooo sweet how they wanted to sit together and be together during the Santa visit! They are such good little buddies!

Ty decided he really did want to catch Santa's eye so he stood up and gave a little wave.

All the kiddos were given a scarf with their name on it and a candy cane. Perfect.

Marie loved hers. She made short work of the candy and then danced with the scarf for the rest of the evening.

Santa has a rather bizarre accent. At times he spoke clear American Midwest English but then he would switch into a Scottish brogue and then some sort of almost Australian accent...I guess he is such an International Guy that this is to be expected. He looked good, though.

Afterwards was a bit of play time and SOMEONE is a huuuuge HAM!