Meanest mom ever

With Jim away, we have to find ways to amuse ourselves. But, you can only play playdoh (and sweep it up) and make cookies (and sweep it up)so much. So I decided to dress the girls up and go see Santa today.Here they are all cute and cuddly full of anticipation
Enroute at the local open air mall. An open air mall in Indiana is only slightly more appropriate than an open air mall in Minnesota. Freezing my butt off tends to make me want to get in my car and go home instead of shopping.

And then the big moment arrived. Evie practiced and knew exactly what she was going to say. I don't think there was any way that Annalise could be prepared for what was in store for her.

I plopped Annalise down for about 10 seconds and this is what we got. I challenge anyone who reads this blog to get a better kid-Santa picture. Thanks to Santa for being a good sport. He definately knows when Annalise is crying.

(Sorry it's out of focus--had to take a picture of the picture because I couldn't get the scanner to work. I will change it out if I get the scanner to work.)