Breakfast with Santa

Last Saturday morning Grandma and Grandpa took Riley, Kenny, and me to Breakfast with Santa at the Ponchartrain Center. Grandma really wanted to get a picture of the boy with the big guy, and she figured a planned special event would be better (and cheaper) than taking our chances at the mall.

Grandma was right! It was a really fun morning, although Riley would have been content simply running back and forth in the wide open space, occasionally stopping to stomp on the access covers on the floor. (He is such a wonk potatoes.)

   

But we were there for breakfast with Santa, so that’s what we did. Riley got his first glimpse with Grandpa right when we arrived, and then Grandma took him up close a little later.

He pretty much wanted nothing to do with Santa at first. So we didn’t force him and instead took a break for some doughnuts and muffins. That he could definitely handle, even though he had already inhaled two pancakes and some grapes before we left.

That blueberry muffin sure was tasty, but they’re going to make me go back over by that strange guy again, aren’t they. 

I thought so. I’m also told that he sees me when I’m sleeping……in that case, will someone please point me to the nearest exit?

Okay, okay, y’all win. Let’s just get this over with.

I took Riley back over to Santa and eased him in. We looked at the Christmas tree and its ornaments next to Santa, the wreath above Santa, the white fuzzy parts on Santa’s sleeve, and then I finally set him down in front of Santa and slowly backed away.

It ended up taking a little while, but Riley did eventually warm up to the strange bearded man in a fuzzy red suit. We came away with a really cute picture of Riley’s first time sitting on Santa’s lap, and it didn’t cost an obscene amount of money. The event wasn’t even overly crowded, which was an added bonus. My expectations were certainly exceeded!

So thank you, Grandma and Grandpa, for the fun Saturday morning outing. Let’s do it again next year, shall we?