Last year CJ sat with Santa, but he was only 5 months so he was just a chunky lump on Santa's lap. This year, I expected a full-on exorcism moment. I was pleasantly surprised. CJ did AWESOME with Santa. It was so cute I couldn't even stand it.
My mother-in-law and I went, and it was the same Santa as last year. I think he may have gotten sober in the last year. Last Christmas, he didn't speak and just stared at the camera. This year, he happy and jolly. The story he told us was hilarious.
CJ was sort of peeking at him while other kids were getting their pictures taken. When it was his turn, Lisa (mother-in-law) picked him up and brought him over to Santa. She set him down on Santa's lap. Santa started talking to him. The look on CJ's face was priceless. I almost wish we had gotten that picture instead. CJ was staring straight ahead, but his eyes were to the side, as if he was listening intently but didn't want Santa to know. The picture lady kept yelling CHEESE to get CJ to smile. Since he is severely allergic to milk, he doesn't know what cheese means. I yelled SPAGHETTI! and he cracked up. So that's what the picture is. The boy loves him some spaghetti.
So as we are waiting for the picture to print, CJ and Lisa are chit-chatting with Santa. Santa informs us that CJ told him that when he grows up he is going to be a southpaw (lefty), play professional baseball, sign a multi-million dollar deal, and take care of all of us. I don't know if this Santa is the baby whisperer or what. Craig's dad was a semi-professional baseball player and he's already said that CJ shows signs of being a lefty. (Obviously that could change any time.) It was just really funny.
So how cute is my stinkypoo? I mean really.