Snow Patrol: On the 7th day of Christmas . . .

12.21.2009

On the 7th day of Christmas . . .

We went to see Santa Clause!

Not bad for a mall Santa and 3 kids 4 and under!

There may have been some bribery with a candy cane :)

2 comments:

xomom said...: Whatever bribes it took, it was worth it! That photo is a keeper! (Nice that Santa cooperated...we know your boys know how to have their picture taken :); December 23, 2009 at 7:44 AM
d said...: SOOOOO cute!!!; December 24, 2009 at 1:34 PM

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12/27/08 Haydn: Mom, turn on the lights. I can't see my eyeballs.
12/2/08 Haydn: Mom, do you think baby Jesus likes Darth Vader?
11/23/08 Mom: Haydn this week is Thanksgiving, can you tell me what you are thankful for? Haydn: My unibrow!
11/11/08 Mom: Haydn what do you want to drink?; Haydn: I want some fresher-good-organic milk. (slurred together as one big word)
10/28/08 Haydn got a dollar for Halloween from his Great Grandma and Grandpa and got to pick out a treat. This is what happened. Mom: Haydn what do you want for your treat? Haydn: I want a lollipop from the special store (i.e. gas station). Mom: Oh can I get a sucker too? Haydn: There not suckers, there lollipops and you can't have one because they are just for kids and you are a girl so you have to eat girl food.
10/27/08 Haydn: Dad, can I watch the real, professional Star Wars?
10/14/08 Mom: Haydn why is your sock wet?; Haydn: I was watering the grass with my pee; Mom: Speechless!
10/07/08 I wasn't feeling very well today and Haydn came over to me while I was laying on the couch and said, "Hi sweetheart are you not feeling well? Do you need to go to the doctor? I have an idea." Then he brought me his blanket. Love that boy!
9/23/08 Mom: What color are my eyes?; Haydn: Red. (I think I need to get more sleep)
9/18/08 Haydn: If I had anymore of Dad's money I'd buy a buzz lightyear.
9/16/08 Mom: look Haydn a helicoptor; Haydn: Is Mater in it?
9/14/08 (Getting Haydn off the potty) Mom: Whatcha doing Haydn; Haydn: I'm pinching my own bum