Last Saturday Fraser made his first visit to Santa. We had intended to take Fraser to the Santa parade in town (Santa rides a firetruck led by the high school marching band, a very small-town-New England-Leave-it-to-Beaver-God-do-I-really-live-here? kind of thing) but after bundling the poor kid up, stuffing him in his stroller and wheeling him into town we discovered that the Santa parade had been rescheduled to the 16th. Fraser was very good natured about this little snafu, and decided to take a nap in his stroller instead of having a total meltdown, which he would have been completely entitled to do.
So, instead of visiting the nice free Santa in front of town hall Fraser had his first visit with the decidedly-not-free Santa at the mall. Fraser was remarkably well behaved considering the fact that he hates his fleece suit we stuffed him into yet again, hates his car seat, and has a horrible cold. Actually, I think Fraser's cold bothered Santa more than Fraser. You see, after waiting patiently in line for the other children to chat with Santa and for Santa's elves to figure out what the hell was wrong with their camera equipment, when Fraser got to the front of the line I found myself handing Santa a very moist, snot covered child. Santa raised one eyebrow and gave me a look which, far from the jolly old soul he markets himself as, clearly said "You've got to be freakin kidding me." Ho ho there Santa, you aren't getting my twenty one dollars for four measly pictures for nothing here buddy. You'll take my virus ridden, sneezing, hacking, extremely drooley child and like it! Of course this was a learning experience for me as well as Fraser as I learned why Santa always wears gloves and Fraser learned that it is fun to sneeze and blow snot on people other than mommy.
Overall I think the picture turned out quite nicely. Santa's elves thought so too and asked to put a picture of Fraser up on their little marketing display. A chance to share my adorable son with the entire mall going public? How could any mother refuse?!? Of course it is lucky that I didn't agree to provide our home address so Fraser's adoring public could send him fan mail as Fraser is still quite under the weather and would likely find it terribly draining to entertain the masses that would no doubt assemble at our doorstep.
On a side note, Fraser's cold has also brought about another important breakthrough in our relationship. Since Fraser cannot breathe through his nose for any period of time, and for some unknown reason refuses to breathe through his mouth, he has been sleeping in no more than hour long increments since last Friday. This means that I have been sleeping in no longer than 45 minutes increments for the same period. My exhaustion, coupled with Fraser inconsolable screaming each night as he struggles to eat and breathe at the same time, has allowed us to reach that monumental moment where I am finally less afraid that Fraser will spontaneously stop breathing and die for no apparent reason and more concerned that he will stop breathing and die because I'm going to kill him. Yes, it's a beautiful start to the holiday season. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
So, instead of visiting the nice free Santa in front of town hall Fraser had his first visit with the decidedly-not-free Santa at the mall. Fraser was remarkably well behaved considering the fact that he hates his fleece suit we stuffed him into yet again, hates his car seat, and has a horrible cold. Actually, I think Fraser's cold bothered Santa more than Fraser. You see, after waiting patiently in line for the other children to chat with Santa and for Santa's elves to figure out what the hell was wrong with their camera equipment, when Fraser got to the front of the line I found myself handing Santa a very moist, snot covered child. Santa raised one eyebrow and gave me a look which, far from the jolly old soul he markets himself as, clearly said "You've got to be freakin kidding me." Ho ho there Santa, you aren't getting my twenty one dollars for four measly pictures for nothing here buddy. You'll take my virus ridden, sneezing, hacking, extremely drooley child and like it! Of course this was a learning experience for me as well as Fraser as I learned why Santa always wears gloves and Fraser learned that it is fun to sneeze and blow snot on people other than mommy.
Overall I think the picture turned out quite nicely. Santa's elves thought so too and asked to put a picture of Fraser up on their little marketing display. A chance to share my adorable son with the entire mall going public? How could any mother refuse?!? Of course it is lucky that I didn't agree to provide our home address so Fraser's adoring public could send him fan mail as Fraser is still quite under the weather and would likely find it terribly draining to entertain the masses that would no doubt assemble at our doorstep.On a side note, Fraser's cold has also brought about another important breakthrough in our relationship. Since Fraser cannot breathe through his nose for any period of time, and for some unknown reason refuses to breathe through his mouth, he has been sleeping in no more than hour long increments since last Friday. This means that I have been sleeping in no longer than 45 minutes increments for the same period. My exhaustion, coupled with Fraser inconsolable screaming each night as he struggles to eat and breathe at the same time, has allowed us to reach that monumental moment where I am finally less afraid that Fraser will spontaneously stop breathing and die for no apparent reason and more concerned that he will stop breathing and die because I'm going to kill him. Yes, it's a beautiful start to the holiday season. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
1 comment:
that is such a cute picture! ... no i am NOT biased! ... very funny & yes we can admire his runny nose ... poor little mite! ... but now you have documented his first cold!
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