Reagan Meets The Big Guy

We took Reagan to meet Santa yesterday at the Cherry Hill Mall.  After a morning filled with complete refusal to get out of bed and get dressed (no, not me... Reagan), she got all dolled up in her sweater dress and red booties, and looked so cute.  I wasn't sure who was more excited, Reagan or her daddy.  Ryan was overcome with excitement, yelling in the mall to anyone who would listen, "SANTA! OH MY GOD! SANTA'S COMING! I KNOW HIM! I KNOW HIM!"

Anyway, back to the real reason we went to see Santa... Reagan :)  She was a total champ and went to the Big Guy as if knowing he was going to supply her with an amazing First Christmas.  The camera lady kept trying to shake the ridiculous rattle at her to get her to "wake up".  I told her we were very happy with the photo because she at least had her eyes open (without tears) attempted to look at the camera.  What more could I ask of my six week old infant when a large, furry stranger is holding her?

In my opinion, she looks a little unimpressed with the big guy, and Ryan thinks she looks like an ewok (note the ears sticking out). 

Personally, I think the meeting was a success after her initial meeting with Santa last weekend at the Nello Christmas Party.  She was half out of her beautiful Christmas party outfit because of a minor heat rash. 


Note to self: When it's 50 & humid outside and a room is crowded with people, a sweater dress/tights/boots are not an appropriate outfit

And even though I was disappointed she didn't have the full ensemble of the pretty outfit I picked out for the day, I figured "hey, at least she's not crying."

Oh, no, wait for it..... then Santa had the audacity to remove the treasured Binky from a quiet and content babies mouth.

Note to Santa: NEVER remove a Binky from a quiet baby taking in the scenery of complete strangers.