Emma Meets Jolly Old Saint Nick!

So we wanted to wait until the Grandparents got their pics of Santa to put this up.

Here is the video of Emma meeting Santa.

Now to get a little Quinten Tarintino on you, we'll back up. We got to the mall around 1:00, hoping that we would miss the lunch crowd and get Emma in and out, mostly out away from the snotty little kids. When we got there, the guy hands us a buzzer and tells us to come back at 4:00? 4:00? With an infant? We go to turn it in and tell him that we'll come back tomorrow. He lets us know that NC and SC schools will be out and it will be ten times worse. Nice sales job buddy, we'll stay.

So we headed over to Borders to grab a coffee and check out some books. Since Michelle was on her Christmas game, we really didn't have anything left to buy, thankfully. We hung out for two hours and Michelle had to find a place to feed Emma. I guess we're still not at the point where she'll just throw a blanket over the shoulder and have her go to town; nor do I believe we'll ever will be.

So we try a few different bathrooms. Nasty. Michelle thought to head to Dillards, since no one shops there it has to be clean. Good call. I walk around a little bit and finally meet back up with Michelle and Emma - it's time to get in line. While we're standing there, Michelle feels Emma's hind end and asks,"Did she wet through?" *EDIT* I can't write exactly what I said verbatim, but I did say it quite enough so that none of the other children present were impacted by their visit with Santa. Let's just say she did a little poo poo and I wish Pampers had a gurantee on their diapers.

So we're standing there with a baby, one of her nastiest diapers yet, next in line to see jolly old Saint Nick. We're wondering if we get out of line and come back, come back tomorrow or go for it. In my mind there was only one answer. Go for it. This guy is going to get us for twenty bones to take a quick pic - he can handle a little dootie diaper time with Emma.

Thankfully, Michelle had a nice thick blanket and Emma didn't stink. Michelle takes Emma up and let's Santa know that Emma had a little accident. I'm sure he wanted to put her on his naughty list but he was a pro and happy to oblige.

So in the end, we had a great time and a wonderful story to torment our daughter with for years to come.