nope nope nope

We took Millie to visit Santa last night.

Remember how happy and peaceful that experience was last year, when she was a clueless newborn?

Ahhh...to be young and unaware.

This year? A little less young...a little more aware.

Ummm, Mommy? I don't think I like this.

I thought that the giant sprinkle cookie might help distract her from the strangely-clothed man. It didn't.

 And I'm not sure what's going on with the pointing finger in this next one, but it makes the whole thing just extra tragic...

I promise that the entire thing took less than thirty seconds. We didn't prolong her torture, just snapped a bunch of pictures really fast and then rescued her.

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS TO GET OFF YOUR LAP!!!!

I was pretty pleased with how the whole thing turned out. Crying Santa pictures are a rite of passage, so I'm glad we got ours! And as soon as she was back in Mommy's arms, she was giggling and happy about the whole thing- and especially about the cookie. I asked her if she wanted to go see Santa again, and she nodded yes, soooo...I'm guessing she also thought it was worth it. Just kidding. We'll try again next year.

And just to balance things out...how about another festive Christmas outfit, this time without the tears.

I LIKE BIG BALLS AND I CANNOT LIE!!!

This is only the second smocked thing she's ever worn, but I just couldn't pass up the nativity + blue + bubble pants thing. It is too fabulous for words. And although when I bought it, I was thinking "what good is a short-sleeved lightweight romper going to do us at Christmas time?"...well, turns out a lot. Because it's like 75 degrees every day still. So this is actually perfect!

Hope your week has you looking more like Big Balls Millie and less like Santa Lap Millie!