I was SO anticipating our first obligatory screaming-in-Santa’s-lap Christmas photo. Therefore, I should have known that my tempermental momma’s-girl would wake up from a little nap and allow herself to be placed in Santa’s arms without so much as a murmur of protest.
Damn it.
No tears, and certainly no screaming. Just a sweet baby who made the big guy say, “What a quiet baby!” while everyone who truly knows the little angel rolled their eyes at each other.
However, the day was not a total loss. Santa got a little surprise. Well, a big enough surprise that he felt it and checked his white gloves once he handed her back. And when we got home and looked at the photos, I was thrilled to discover that I actually captured on camera the exact moment when Hazel pooped on Santa.
All I Want for Christmas is a Clean Diaper
She looks so different in just the 4-5 weeks since I met her – look at all that blond hair! Love the pictures of Hazel (and you and Jason) – keep ’em coming.