We took our annual pilgrimage to the local mall to visit Santa last night. As the photographer readied the camera, she said: “Ok everyone! Say cookies on three. 1, 2, 3!”
Garrett, Megan, Lindsay: “Cookies!”
Ryan: “Cookies on three!”
That finally got a smile out of Garrett who had begged not to be in the picture. At almost 14 years old, he was feeling too old to be in a Santa picture. We told him it was his gift to his mom.
We have been taking pictures of our kids with Santa since we became parents. I have them all in a binder that we get out each December and we love to look through the years as our kids and family have grown. I will spare you 13 years worth of Santa pictures, but here are a few highlights.
Garrett, 9 months old. He cried for the next few years of Santa pictures.
I don’t blame Garrett for crying with this Santa in 2004. You can see the candy in Santa’s mouth.
Megan took over the crying role after she was born.
We had to hold Lindsay down on this little rocking horse and then run out of the picture. Megan’s and Garrett’s enthusiasm made up for her lack of a smile.
Ryan never cried for a Santa picture, but he was very confused here. This is because as the 4th child, he was always whisked from one event to another. As a baby he would often fall asleep in one place and wake up somewhere else. Such is the plight of the baby of the family.
When will the kids be too old for a Santa picture? Perhaps when they have kids of their own.