Cookies with Santa

No cookies actually because we arrived to the neighborhood event too late and the cookies were gone already! You would think that living directly across the street from such an event would give us an advantage, but it took place during most of afternoon nap, so what could we do?

But we did have our first encounter with Santa! And lesson learned: taking two babies who have just woken up from their naps and making them wait for their bottles because we didn't want them to puke all over Santa, was not such a great idea...

These two usually love ALL people (so far anyway, we haven't really hit that stranger anxiety stage), but not when they haven't had their bottles, and in Mason's case - even though I gave Santa a bottle to feed him to try to turn that frown upside down, Mason was beyond hungry and too freaked out by then to warm up to Santa. If you look really close, you'll see that even in the photo where Santa is trying to give him a bottle he still has huge tears in those eyes and needed mom to immediately rescue him to give him the rest of that bottle. Ethan took it fairly in stride except when his brother first started crying and then he cried too, but otherwise he didn't mind the big man in red so much.