Harper met Santa last weekend!
And let me preface the rest of this post with a couple pertinent pieces of info. Inherently, Harper is obsessed with long flowing locks. She is a ruthless little hair ripping troll, and as soon as I realized this dude wasn't the REAL Santa, I immediately panicked that she would be demoted to the "Naughty List" for de-bearding Mr. Claus in front of a room full of happily believing children. But I'll ruin the rest of my story by fast-forwarding to the end and letting you know that that very luckily and shockingly didn't happen.
So whatever, we were at this holiday party eating and mingling and Christmas-ing with all of Brian's family and friends when Santa walked in with his bag of toys. Right away my heart sank as I realized we forgot Harper's list at home:
#momfail #wewillhavetosnailmailit
Luckily, Santa was very forgiving; he quickly penciled her onto the "Nice List" and she got in line to sit on his lap. :) In the meantime, I was secretly hoping for one of the classic tomato-faced + sobbing infant-meets-Santa pics; but instead, she LOVED him! [Although come on, what's not for an infant to love about a hairy squishy animated character dressed in a soft aberrant suit? Word.]
Even in light of forgetting the list, Santa brought Harper her very first Christmas gift: a little baby that laughs and cries and says "Momma" and "Dadda." She has barely put it down since that day. Hello, little mama in the making! :)
Harper's cousins with Santa!
Thanks for organizing this event, Aunt Stephanie! It was a hit for sure!!!
PS --- Dear Santa, The authentic "Wish List" is coming via USPS priority mail express, so keep your eyes peeled! See ya on Christmas Eve! ;)
