Growing up I remember visiting Santa a handful of times. I can’t necessarily remember going every year to see the jolly ole fella, but I remember a few. Christmas is my favorite holiday, but I’m going to be truthfully honest… I am not a huge fan of Christmas music. I think over the years hearing the same songs over and over again on the radio kind of got to me, but now that Grayson is here I have caught myself singing some songs during the day. I’ll be sitting in the rocker settling him down for a nap and, “Hush little baby close you eyes,” sudden turns into “Frosty the snowman…” Crazy how my mind wonders.
I love putting up a Christmas tree, hanging our stockings, setting out all of our Christmas decor, burning candles that smell like cinnamon and red velvet cake, wrapping gifts for ones I love and of course watching all the Hallmark and Abc Family Christmas movies.
One thing I have always dreamed about was making sure my children loved holidays just as much as I do. Whether it be Halloween, Thanksgiving or Christmas there is something special about each one. I want them, when older to look back and remember all the fun and exciting things Brent and I did for them as kids. I want to create family traditions that I hope when they are adults and have kids of their own they will continue to share with their families.
This weekend we started our first tradition of taking Grayson to see Santa. It was seriously the cutest thing I have ever seen. We had to wait in line about an hour at our local mall and as we waited I was expecting Grayson to get ansy. He whimpered a few times, but did exceptionally well. As we made our way up the line and Grayson being so well behaved I expected him to start crying as our turn approached. To my surprise however he did fabulous. Brent sat him on Santa’s lap and then we both stood back and tried to get his attention to see if he would smile. He had absolutely no idea what was going on and just sat there so sweet and innocently. He even looked Santa straight in the eyes. (I wish I knew what he was thinking!) There were no tears shed and we got the cutest “1st time seeing Santa pictures!”
I was so proud of my little guy although it would have been cute to maybe have gotten one crying picture to look back on. Hehe. But I’m sure we will have other opportunities for that one!
I’m pretty biased, but I have an absolutely adorable little boy and these pictures melt my heart.