We got to see Santa at the Christmas party Saturday night. Ethan has been a little apprehensive about the whole concept of Santa. He's even asked if Santa can just leave the presents on the doorstep instead of coming in the house. Knowing this, I had been preparing Ethan all day for the dreaded event of sitting on Santa's lap. We talked about what was going to happen and that he could tell Santa that he's been a good boy. He even decided that he was going to tell him he wanted a big dinosaur with batteries for Christmas. (the first I'd heard of that present by the way-- back to Walmart I guess) I even pulled out the great parenting technique of "if you sit nicely on Santa's lap and smile, you can get a candy cane"... because, let's face it, I wanted a cute picture. But when we walked in the room I said lets go sit on Santa's lap. Ethan yelled "no". People started to laugh. Ethan started to cry. People laughed more. Ethan cried more. Finally, after a few minutes (and a cupcake from the Primary president) he agreed to help me put the babies on Santa's lap. So here's what we got:


